<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180</id><updated>2011-09-26T14:16:14.823+08:00</updated><category term='I left a box of memories on the floor.'/><category term='Ako cinta sama dia.'/><category term='Finally sweet eighteen.'/><category term='If ever you were me.'/><category term='and don&apos;t speak those words.'/><category term='Sorry seems to be the hardest word.'/><category term='Happy 21 months kakak and abang.'/><category term='Qabil Khusry Qabil Igam'/><category term='Just 5 more days.'/><category term='I miss youuuu.'/><category term='Blogger sundal.'/><category term='I&apos;m sick of being a fool.'/><title type='text'>someplace wonderful.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>609</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-5763000110085191219</id><published>2011-09-26T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T14:16:14.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I take you back to the stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw7Yk1UN9FU/ToAUw8xfP9I/AAAAAAAAFuY/KZHDzXiTNz0/s1600/tumblr_l2su9xPsSv1qarfa8o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw7Yk1UN9FU/ToAUw8xfP9I/AAAAAAAAFuY/KZHDzXiTNz0/s400/tumblr_l2su9xPsSv1qarfa8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656543963157315538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We are masters of the unsaid words,but slaves of those we let slip out." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed updating this blog. I miss the serenity this blog brings me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every little time I punched on the keyboards of my laptop. Brings me comfort each time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog has also watched me grown. Sadly,I have overgrown it. Forgive me,blogspot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in my means to neglect you over anything. Life,is what happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sometimes don't have the time to myself,even such little quality time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here I am right now,in the amenity of my little room. Why hello September. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been ages since I last rejuvenated this dusty blog of mine. I'll never delete this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The memorabilia of me &amp;amp; you,is etched in my heart &amp;amp; in this how many years blog of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each time I felt that I had to reminisced,I'll be here. Re-reading all my entries &amp;amp; reliving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as if you're just right there with me still. Truth is,I miss you. I miss you a whole lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I’ve learned that it isn’t enough to be forgiven by others. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes you just have to learn how to forgive yourself. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ever you happened to pass by here, This blog,it stayed for you. It's still here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I must be delusional. You'll never be here. Not even once will you read any of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to tell you,"I am sorry. For everything. And that I still love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always have,always will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I’ve learned that backgrounds and circumstances might have influenced who you are, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but we are responsible for the people we become."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-5763000110085191219?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/5763000110085191219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=5763000110085191219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5763000110085191219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5763000110085191219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-take-you-back-to-stars.html' title='I take you back to the stars.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yw7Yk1UN9FU/ToAUw8xfP9I/AAAAAAAAFuY/KZHDzXiTNz0/s72-c/tumblr_l2su9xPsSv1qarfa8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2225859922745451707</id><published>2011-07-04T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:15:38.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging from the comfort of my workplace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFZiJNDX2bQ/ThGCTg6tE8I/AAAAAAAAFuQ/z8UO1-WiUYg/s1600/tumblr_lly11i9JJB1qgotc4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFZiJNDX2bQ/ThGCTg6tE8I/AAAAAAAAFuQ/z8UO1-WiUYg/s400/tumblr_lly11i9JJB1qgotc4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625420681327743938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Whenever you feel like all the burdens are on your shoulder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remember one thing: you are not alone, you're not the only one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello you sweet little things. I'm currently blogging from the comfort of my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing to do,so little things &amp;amp; i just had to blog. i miss ranting &amp;amp; raving.&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again. Another new month to look forward to before Ramadhan. Insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;It's already the 4th of July. I'm always bowl over how fast time flies.&lt;br /&gt;Too fast to my liking,indeed. But it's something we have no control over now,do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all we can do, is make the best out of it &amp;amp; make sure we don't miss on opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow,I already feel that I have abandoned a lot of things. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;But alhamdullilah,Ramadhan is coming &amp;amp; I'm thankful for the holy month.&lt;br /&gt;I love Ramadhan. It comes only one time per year &amp;amp; goes,without we realizing.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"No  matter how good or bad you think life is,&lt;br /&gt;wake up each day &amp;amp; be  thankful for life.&lt;br /&gt;Someone somewhere else is fighting to survive."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I doing? Now,that's an understatement. I am still,frankly speaking,struggling.&lt;br /&gt;But am doing my best. I'm trying to take it as the way it is &amp;amp; hopefully,i'll pull through.&lt;br /&gt;It's tough. This blog says it all. But everything happens for a reason,I know it does.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to wait for God to show me the right way &amp;amp; insyallah,I will see the signs.&lt;br /&gt;As stubborn as I am,I don't see the signs. Although,I think I knew I did. I still...&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard? I wonder,sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking off from work in exactly a few minutes time. Yiippee dooo! Monday's done.&lt;br /&gt;I have manage to live through Monday, with a few hiccups. Alhamdullilah. :)&lt;br /&gt;Let's hoping that tomorrow would be a better day. Insyallah yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Till then. Xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"God knows your feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just that you have to open your mouth and heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you wanted Him to listen."&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/6037851059278124180-2225859922745451707?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2225859922745451707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2225859922745451707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2225859922745451707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2225859922745451707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2011/07/blogging-from-comfort-of-my-workplace.html' title='blogging from the comfort of my workplace.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFZiJNDX2bQ/ThGCTg6tE8I/AAAAAAAAFuQ/z8UO1-WiUYg/s72-c/tumblr_lly11i9JJB1qgotc4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2090629806009171438</id><published>2011-05-02T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:35:38.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>born this way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmgLYxVf2K4/Tb6E_VBzzhI/AAAAAAAAFuE/5MeTiXRVBCU/s1600/tumblr_l1vmjrsnx11qzbcawo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmgLYxVf2K4/Tb6E_VBzzhI/AAAAAAAAFuE/5MeTiXRVBCU/s400/tumblr_l1vmjrsnx11qzbcawo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602061210006834706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Every relationship is a journey. And no journey is safe. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best you can do is find a companion you care to make the trip with.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello,dearest blogspot. how have you been doing? well,i suppose? don't think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i apologized that i haven't been able to update you for the longest time,eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to think, you may think that i'm neglecting you now that i have much responsibilities? NO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just can't seem to time into updating you,even if it's just for a bit. i'm lost,somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope that i'm not too melancholic to be updating now and then,aye. '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how's life has been for all of you? for me,it's stagnant. i don't know what i've been doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought i can do this on my own but something deep inside of me is bursting. soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this blog brings a lot of memories. too much till i can't breathe. but i can't seem to let go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;closing down this blog means that i'm erasing all those memories of you and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not willing to do that,just yet. maybe when i'm ready. or maybe,never at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;prince charming who will carry you away to a castle on a hill. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and you had complete and utter faith. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, prince charming; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;they were so close you could taste them but eventually you grow up. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the thing it it`s hard to let go of that fairy take entirely, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;because almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fairytale do happened,don't they? look at Kate &amp;amp; Prince William. they're married,after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she was just a commoner,and him,a prince. look at where they are now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;married. and soon,possibly,with kids and it's a complete family. awwww. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing the royal wedding bring tears to my eyes. knowing that i won't have the fairytale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i won't get married &amp;amp; have beautiful kids. i really,really wish for that. :(&lt;br /&gt;sigh. all hope is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate justin bieber truly but i liked one of his songs! oh dear god,what has the world turn into? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That should be me." is playing on repeat. forgive me god,for i have sinned with Bieber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to go for a facial soon. or i risk looking with scars. i miss my old flawless face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blame on the product that i used two months back that led to my face like this. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have really,really sensitive skin. i can't use anything at all. not anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. i'll update soon when i have the time,lovelies. xoxo; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Those who have hurt you in the past, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;can not continue to hurt you now unless you hold on to the pain through resentment. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Past is past! Nothing will change it. You are only hurting yourself with your bitterness. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For your own sake, learn from it, and then let it go.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2090629806009171438?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2090629806009171438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2090629806009171438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2090629806009171438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2090629806009171438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2011/05/born-this-way.html' title='born this way.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmgLYxVf2K4/Tb6E_VBzzhI/AAAAAAAAFuE/5MeTiXRVBCU/s72-c/tumblr_l1vmjrsnx11qzbcawo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8931305319652198796</id><published>2010-12-26T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T19:56:54.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TRclna9RbmI/AAAAAAAAFto/Cmug2CLnOTQ/s1600/poeticheartache%2528via%2Bpapertissue%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TRclna9RbmI/AAAAAAAAFto/Cmug2CLnOTQ/s400/poeticheartache%2528via%2Bpapertissue%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554950024566238818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“The best part about being in-love is when you just love a person &amp;amp; you are happy about it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even if that person can never be yours, even if you know it can’t last forever. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;That’s the true essence of love –&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s not about winning someone &amp;amp; it’s not about owning a relationship. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s about being happy because you know you’ve loved someone, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; it’s about being guiltless because you know, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;that you didn’t take away someone from anybody. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You just loved, and loved unselfishly.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a long,long time since I last blogged here. i really neglected my blogpsot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss ranting and raving about my everyday life,my sad pathetic neurotic life. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh. there's so much i want to let out,so much kept feelings. it's really eating me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need my happy pills,i need my friends,i need my crazy cliques. sigh. le sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a side note,have you people tried samurai burger from macdonalds?! my god! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's so fucking orgasmic...... i should know!!! that explains,my weight gain. SIGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just after i have lost so much weight,i have to gain it back all over again. wasted effort. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i have to really stop eating and maintain the weight that i've achieved before this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to! i have to discipline myself!!! GRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Maybe true love is a decision. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know, a decision to take a chance with somebody. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;To give to somebody. Without worrying wether theyll give anything back. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or if they’re gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe love isnt something that happens to you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe its something you have to choose.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's so much about my life i would like to rave on about but parts of it,only. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody tell the whole world their life story for them to read and judge. no, no sane human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's what you get, a broken,demented &amp;amp; damaged girl. like myself now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know where i'm heading. it's going to be 2011 soon. goodbye,2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dear 2010,you have been one hell of a roller coaster ride. i hope to leave you with peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hoping that 2011 will be a better and more happier one. insyallah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's so much in 2010 i would like to change,so much i want to alter. but that's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's past is past,you can do nothing about it. you just have to go with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just hope that you'll learn from it &amp;amp; never repeat it. time flies,huh? how fast it goes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with just a blink of an eye,we are welcoming 2011. it just seemed like yesterday it was 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see how time past by you in a glimpse of an eye &amp;amp; then you can never get it back? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's how it goes. I miss my ~52. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;no matter how hard they try. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wouldn’t expect you to understand that or even believe it, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but trust me, there are some loves that don’t go away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And maybe that makes them crazy, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but we all should be lucky enough, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;to end up with somebody who has a little of that insanity, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone who never lets go, someone who cherishes you forever.” &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8931305319652198796?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8931305319652198796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8931305319652198796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8931305319652198796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8931305319652198796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-rain.html' title='December rain.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TRclna9RbmI/AAAAAAAAFto/Cmug2CLnOTQ/s72-c/poeticheartache%2528via%2Bpapertissue%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-4978755558173964515</id><published>2010-08-14T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:00:07.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the way you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TGYs7xcSlsI/AAAAAAAAFtU/GI52ESK_fbc/s1600/DSCN6309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TGYs7xcSlsI/AAAAAAAAFtU/GI52ESK_fbc/s400/DSCN6309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505136999902910146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Give people chances. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if they mess up, just remember,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;that everyone makes mistakes and nobody’s perfect. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think to yourself that this might be your last day to take a chance and live."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time since I dropped by here and here I am,again. For the record. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,it's the fasting month. Ramadhan is here again,alhamdullilah. The holy month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the month where i felt blessed and that the month that i can atone to all my sins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not that you can't atone to all your sins for the any other month,is the month,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where you feel closer to HIM. where with your heart and soul,you pray to HIM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the 4th day of Ramadhan and alhamdullilah,so far,it has been good. I have been fasting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had the chance to terawih just yet,though. But maybe today or Monday. Insyallah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have the strength to brace through the crowds at Geylang this year,it seems.&lt;br /&gt;well,i don't know. we'll see how it goes. maybe not or maybe yeah. who knows right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want the Ramadhan for the whole year,if only it will. But sadly,it's only for a month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we'll just have to embrace this holy month before it goes past by fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love is such a strong word. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we were just little kids, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;we always thought that love was about hugs, kisses and happiness. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;But as we grow older, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;we’ve also come to realise that love isn’t just about happiness; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;it’s also about rejections, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;tears and riding through the pain the each heartache brings."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the time of the month again. 14th. &lt;i&gt;Happy 49th,dearest you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for all the times you stood by me,thank you. i owe you that,with all my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know at some point times of our relationship,we may encounter the hurdles of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but coming to 4 years of being with you,i learnt. i grew stronger and wiser and deemed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to not repeat the mistakes. i know that i just want to be with you for all my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you,very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don’t waste time lingering over all that you could have, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;should have and would have done. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don’t spend your days thinking of how much better you could do; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;don’t long for something that has been and always will be out of your reach. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just live the days as they come. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wake up every morning and smile at the wonderful day that awaits. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when opportunity comes knocking on your door, don’t ignore it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don’t run away. Pull yourself together, and open the door. Let love in."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-4978755558173964515?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/4978755558173964515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=4978755558173964515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4978755558173964515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4978755558173964515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-way-you-are.html' title='Love the way you are.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TGYs7xcSlsI/AAAAAAAAFtU/GI52ESK_fbc/s72-c/DSCN6309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-6802589980231983187</id><published>2010-06-28T22:34:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:45:24.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TClfX4i2WrI/AAAAAAAAFtM/01r6ea_C_ac/s1600/DSCN6353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TClfX4i2WrI/AAAAAAAAFtM/01r6ea_C_ac/s400/DSCN6353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488022484847844018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've made a lot of mistakes, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but the worst one was thinking that the person, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;who hurt me the most would never hurt me again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,well. I've decided to update again! So wow wee! woooo. I think I'm in the mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. i haven't been updating using capital letters,only small letters and such throughout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think it depends on my mood and usually,it's my lazy lazy mood. so,here i am. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to talk about my trip all around malaysia! one word,AWESOME! It was so loved! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well,for now,i am doing exceptionally alright,to say the least. at least i'm fine.. for the time being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still jobless,that is the downside of having the life right now. but that would soon change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can not forever be jobless and plus,puasa is coming soon. and so is HARI RAYA! -_- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;there aren't very many people in this world who can give you butterflies; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;so when you find someone who can never let them go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so... pictures. well,some of them. the rest are in facebook! feast your eyes. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TCle9kzZYmI/AAAAAAAAFtE/FU7V3OzYcx8/s1600/DSCN6601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TCle9kzZYmI/AAAAAAAAFtE/FU7V3OzYcx8/s400/DSCN6601.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488022032871940706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TClevw9qVtI/AAAAAAAAFs8/AMLwKAVWqWM/s1600/DSCN6579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TClevw9qVtI/AAAAAAAAFs8/AMLwKAVWqWM/s400/DSCN6579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488021795618051794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TCleCXl5m5I/AAAAAAAAFs0/-00wxyFIbzE/s1600/DSCN6502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TCi0WCUd-dI/AAAAAAAAFqM/W9j97kY3hFk/s400/DSCN6185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487834436623792594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TCi0C6X3_uI/AAAAAAAAFqE/KmJE-NoSz8o/s1600/DSCN6137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TCi0C6X3_uI/AAAAAAAAFqE/KmJE-NoSz8o/s400/DSCN6137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487834108073082594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TCizlGSILgI/AAAAAAAAFp8/NvVKYyOPqzE/s1600/DSCN6122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TCizlGSILgI/AAAAAAAAFp8/NvVKYyOPqzE/s400/DSCN6122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487833595874127362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i totally fell in love with the sunsets,sunrises and the stars at night! It was totally extraordinary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i experienced the whole sky filed with stars,it's like you can't turn off the light!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was so happy and elated and i slept with a big wide smile etched on my face. i was truly blissed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love nature and i love god's nature to all of us.. even the creatures.. speaking of which.. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dived. i snorkeled. it was truly amazing! THE SHARKS! THE STING RAYS! THE TURTLES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was the most astounding thing i have ever seen in my whole entire 21 years of living!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was flabbergasted! i cried while in the waters?! can you believe that?! it's one of my passion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to be a marine biologist and save animals and to be somewhere near animals... heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something,i can never want to do more than anything else. i would love to do that. i love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think the best time to say that you already found the right one, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;is when you stop looking for more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next holiday,would hopefully to USA,in December if time and money permits that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cousin's getting married and it's winter and hopefully,SNOW! SNOW! MY DREAM! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but,i don't know. i need to save up for the flights and well,the flight mostly! hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not impossible and i will want to reach USA! I DON'T FREAKING CARE THE MONEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have,exactly,4 and a half months to save for the trip... GO ME! xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The confusion and the fear. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and that something is worth fighting for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-6802589980231983187?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/6802589980231983187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=6802589980231983187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6802589980231983187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6802589980231983187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/06/stay.html' title='stay.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TClfX4i2WrI/AAAAAAAAFtM/01r6ea_C_ac/s72-c/DSCN6353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8061263046052107096</id><published>2010-06-09T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:46:56.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we say;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TA8nLQl52YI/AAAAAAAAFp0/u8_Zdy-WT-U/s1600/(via+myhelterskelter)i+want+to+escape+to+this+place,like+RIGHT+NOW!!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TA8nLQl52YI/AAAAAAAAFp0/u8_Zdy-WT-U/s400/(via+myhelterskelter)i+want+to+escape+to+this+place,like+RIGHT+NOW!!!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480642345919175042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In your whole life, nobody has ever abused you more than&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you have abused yourself,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the limit of your self-abuse is exactly the limit of abuse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;that you will tolerate from someone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a long time since I last updated here,eh? I guess it should be given a time.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss ranting and raving to my readers but it seemed that no one bothers anymore! Haaa! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells. but other than that,life has been good and it's left with three more days to getaway!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes,a one week getaway before I totally get my life back on track. 1 week of bliss!! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right now,I'm in the comfort of my own room and I've never felt more happier.. heeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little miss red has drop by for a visit &amp;amp; for the first time in my whole of 21 years,i'm happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy that she dropped by a few days before going for a holiday! WOOOOOOOOOO. Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate going for holiday when she dropped by. it would be not awesome &amp;amp; just plain frustrating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hooray for her that she's finally here! THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine settling for a life you can have, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;because you don't have the courage to go after the life you really want. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you have to make a decision-the kind that bends your future in a whole new direction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when people bragged about their children having a salary with 4 fucking figures!?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO FUCKING WHAT?! I DON'T FUCKING CARE OR AM JEALOUS! NOT AT ALL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still up for my dream,doing something I really love even if it doesn't pays well.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not impossible! Nothing is!! I'll keep dreaming.. and when i get there.... ARGHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK YOU. REALLY. FUCK YOU,THEN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize for that random yet angry post. I just needed to vent my anger,somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;plus,I loathe people who bragged. I mean,so what?! the wheel always turn.. every fucking time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you won't be so lucky next time you meet your doom! not that i'm wishing it upon you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but seriously.. seriously?!! COME ON. I totally don't get humans. SELF-CENTRED BITCHES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's never too late to realize,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;what's important in your life and to fight for it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8061263046052107096?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8061263046052107096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8061263046052107096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8061263046052107096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8061263046052107096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-we-say.html' title='When we say;'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/TA8nLQl52YI/AAAAAAAAFp0/u8_Zdy-WT-U/s72-c/(via+myhelterskelter)i+want+to+escape+to+this+place,like+RIGHT+NOW!!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-3256068837267830056</id><published>2010-04-26T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:56:12.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S9WJa49iOsI/AAAAAAAAFpk/3hTfB94Z5LE/s1600/z208269156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S9WJa49iOsI/AAAAAAAAFpk/3hTfB94Z5LE/s320/z208269156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464424817944050370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a fine line between lover and friend; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reality and pretend; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;hello and goodbye smile and cry; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;what you wanted and what you got being together and not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's nice to know,coming back here and people tells you that they miss your entries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth to be told,i miss ranting out,voicing out my opinions and such. and i miss secrets.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the little secrets that i only rave at my lj where certain friends are allowed to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess,tumblr happens. and when it happened,this is what you get.. a missing me. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nevertheless,i'll be back here often enough than you know. i'll keep updating,promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i reckon turning 21 brings me to nostalgia. since when did we get so old,eh? pffftt. time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time is a really precious thing. one,that you can never turn back no matter how you tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can see for yourself,it's already the end of April. it's going to be the end of yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another month. and may's coming. before you know it,december will be here. and then,boom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's 2011. another new year. you get what i'm trying to convey here,yes? yes. that's right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;optimistic people are here to keep the pessimistic people from wallowing in misery. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;pessimistic people are here to remind the optimistic of a little fact called reality.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm slowly getting my life back on track. baby steps,baby steps. it will soon be a full blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i will finally be myself again! not that i'm not myself now.. but just with a little bit of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it will marked,almost 5 1/2 months that i haven't been shopping! GOOD LORD! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 whole months?! how did i survive with that?! simple. wallowing myself in self-pity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reminding myself that i haven't got any bucks to spend &amp;amp; that i need to snap back to reality!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon soon. maybe after june,my life will officially get back on track. insyallah,it will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the trip to redang will be just what i need! yes,redang in june! CLEAR BLUE WATER!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if nothing else occurs,in december,i'll be going to USA for my cousin's wedding!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE! LET IT HAPPEN! even if it's new hampshire,I'M HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least,i get to step into USA IN WINTER! WINTER!!!!! her winter wedding! awwww,bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kay. i have to save enough money for the flight and shopping! yayyyyy! let it happen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything changes for a reason, and if something wasn't meant to change, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;then you'll end up fixing it, otherwise it was meant to change.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-3256068837267830056?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/3256068837267830056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=3256068837267830056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3256068837267830056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3256068837267830056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-remember.html' title='If you remember.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S9WJa49iOsI/AAAAAAAAFpk/3hTfB94Z5LE/s72-c/z208269156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-5788491444793467474</id><published>2010-04-07T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:33:50.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S7wjMjRzq4I/AAAAAAAAFpc/nm_ZBumieIs/s1600/z208536174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S7wjMjRzq4I/AAAAAAAAFpc/nm_ZBumieIs/s320/z208536174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457275547001531266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the worst part about having a broken heart, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;is that you start handing out pieces to anyone that comes around.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's time i update this dusty blog of mine. i didn't meant to abandon you,baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really sorry and i promise that next time,i'll be back here more often,alright? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been busy out on the other world,i didn't bother coming back to the real world. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but sometimes we all just wish we can never go back,right? we just desire to be there,forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's just wishful thinking and nothing could make the real world go away except when we die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i,for one,don't see the point of updating when my readers of mine rarely drop by now. haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i bet it's disgusted them that i had left this blog stagnant and not updating much now,eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but whatsoever it is,i'm back to update for the month of april and i'll prolly be gone,again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm doing exceptionally brilliant. though,i believe,that i have had better days. better ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevertheless,i shall be contented for now and not complaint so much. i should be grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;life changes every minute of every day. you lose friends. you gain friends. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you realize your friend wasn't ever really your friend, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and that person you used to hate can make a really good friend. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you look for love. you find love. you lose love. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you realize all long that you've been loved. you laugh. you cry. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you laugh so hard that you cry. you do this, you do that. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you really wish you hadn't done that. you then learn from that and are glad that you did. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you have your ups. you have your downs. you see good movies. you see bad movies. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you wonder if your life is just one big movie. you look at others and wish you were them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you then realize who they are and are glad that you're you. you love life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you hate life. in the end you just find yourself happy to be living life, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;no matter what's thrown at you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the lack of things,i need a life. my life is circulated around tumblr and facebook. gah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 more days and i still am not feeling anything but sadness. what the fuck? 21st eh!!! pffftt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my 21st is going to be a lonely,lonely and very quiet one,i suppose? great. i loveeee it. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can someone just throw me a surprise birthday party,already?!! hahahaha. i wish! :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blackberry,Nikon D90 or Canon EOS 550D is all now down the drain. no presents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fret not.... i shall wait for the boy's belated,belated birthday present. A DSLR!! YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i'm not up to reaching my 21st birthday this coming few days,i'm thankful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm thankful to be able to live another day to see the world,make a difference be it in any way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm gratified that dear allah is letting me live and wake up in the morning even with setbacks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he let me live my life to the fullest,making the best out of it. thank you,dear allah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you're always there watching me,the move i make,the decisions i've done. thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Did you know that the heart has no pain receptors? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So the next time someone breaks you heart, move on. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your pain is just an illusion, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;a temporary psychological disturbance that you have to overcome. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In short, it's all in the mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-5788491444793467474?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/5788491444793467474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=5788491444793467474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5788491444793467474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5788491444793467474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-are-world.html' title='we are the world.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S7wjMjRzq4I/AAAAAAAAFpc/nm_ZBumieIs/s72-c/z208536174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1873844199711948195</id><published>2010-03-09T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:59:40.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whispering willow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S5YKilytAAI/AAAAAAAAFpM/eEc1_lPujOM/s1600-h/z208119352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S5YKilytAAI/AAAAAAAAFpM/eEc1_lPujOM/s320/z208119352.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446552388727799810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;“I realize now that when your heart breaks, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you got to fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because you are and that pain you feel that’s life. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The confusion and fear; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;that’s there to remind you that somewhere out there something is better.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;That something is worth fighting for. As we strain to grasp the things we desire, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the things that we think will make our lives better,we ignore what truly matters - &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the simple things. Like friendship, family and love. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, loosing your hearts desire is tragic,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; but gaining your hearts desire is all you can hope for. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a long time,hasn't it? my last post was february &amp;amp; now,it's 9th march of year '10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time really flies and it's scary as it goes by... the disasters that we kept hearing of &amp;amp; such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the latest would be the earthquake in turkey with a magnitude of 6.0. let's pray for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think these things that are happening,god is giving us a sign. god is telling us something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he can do anything,give us any disasters he wants at any point of time without warning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the reason i've not been around here much,is because when i signed up for tumblr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tell ya,tumblr is bloody hell addictive and when i end up on tumblr,it's usually for hours!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i'm on tumblr,everything else is irrelevant! hahahahahaha. it really is. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's like an escape from the reality and sometimes,it works. only it never lasts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try to sign up for tumblr,gain followers,follow awesome people,make friends and then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will you get why i neglect other important things in my daily life. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We all want to be loved…to be happy. So why aren’t we? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because we’ve become experts at sabotaging our own happiness. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feeling like victims, when in fact it’s the choices we make, the bad habits, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the vices, the inability to show love and compassion. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;These are the things that tear us down. We’re not victims. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We’re assassins when it comes to love and happiness."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though it's been reported for a hell of a weather throughout till may,i believe that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;god will certainly gives us rain and will not let us suffer for long. like right now,it's raining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's just god's little gifts to us,for those who remembers to be grateful to him. i reckon? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have found peace,alhamdullilah. i guess it's because i neglected him too much &amp;amp; i forgot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i forgot that he would always be there for his subjects,just always remember him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come next month,&lt;i&gt;*groans*&lt;/i&gt;,the month that i have been dreading. oh yes! 21!!! &lt;i&gt;*rolls eyes* &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm never aging,i tell you. i'm forever 19 &amp;amp; don't anyone dare tell me that i am an adult!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been complementing and i still haven't come up with anything until today!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's a month away &amp;amp; i am going crazy,planning for it... since there's nowhere more to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well,if by last resort,i shall make it sweet and just within my budget means. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is why you should see the glass as half empty. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So when the whole thing spills, you aren’t as devastated."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1873844199711948195?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1873844199711948195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1873844199711948195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1873844199711948195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1873844199711948195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/03/whispering-willow.html' title='whispering willow.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S5YKilytAAI/AAAAAAAAFpM/eEc1_lPujOM/s72-c/z208119352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-4344443630340677922</id><published>2010-02-09T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:57:46.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S3ErwmMQhvI/AAAAAAAAFpE/LeN46cBKGRA/s1600-h/z123288762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S3ErwmMQhvI/AAAAAAAAFpE/LeN46cBKGRA/s320/z123288762.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436174339098576626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not be fooled by its common place appearance. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like so many things, it is not what's outside, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but what is inside that counts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so,i haven't been updating,much.. yeah, i know. but i have been busy with tumblr! heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;try having tumblr and you know how much it distracts you,worse than facebook! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like,even for 5 minutes,i couldn't be left out from tumblr,it consumes me too much!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for 5 minutes lost,i have abandoned like 50 plus posts by my amazing followers and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ones who i follow. i follow 392 people,btw.. that's why my dashboard too clogged! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life's been pretty much tolerable though i need to really buck up &amp;amp; just move on with life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i just couldn't face it though. i have tried and it backfires. it shows how much i'm weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however,i don't want to be vulnerable &amp;amp; show them that i can't get on with this. i shouldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must not expose that side of me,that convinced that who i really am right now. :((( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to be driven to out maneuver this phase i'm going through &amp;amp; stand tall again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;To love someone doesn't mean to force a commitment. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes you just have to be satisfied with whatever connection you have, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;as long as it stays.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to write my deepest feelings here but too afraid to let anyone come close to me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all,this is my public blog.. and i have a private livejournal one where i pour it all out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or alternatively,i have my dear diary,in an old fashioned way where i write in it,and i still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrote in it... pouring out my little wishes,my deepest darkest secrets where no one knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i love my little black diary. i truly adored it. i kept it safe,i kept it wisely.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's already the 9th of february.. have you ever think that life passes by so quickly? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon,it'll be march then april then it goes on &amp;amp; on,till another new year comes &amp;amp; go again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's why,we must always live like we have to die tomorrow. we'll never know,won't we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am now,waiting for the boy to get home.. and then,i'm going for my monthly eyebrow shaping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been almost 2 months &amp;amp; i think it's getting bit untidy... pffftt. bushy. i hate when it grows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best feeling in the world is realizing you're perfectly happy, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;without the thing you thought you needed most.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-4344443630340677922?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/4344443630340677922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=4344443630340677922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4344443630340677922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4344443630340677922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazier.html' title='crazier.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S3ErwmMQhvI/AAAAAAAAFpE/LeN46cBKGRA/s72-c/z123288762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-6483012829016465408</id><published>2010-01-29T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:53:22.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be original.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S2KQI5p3S0I/AAAAAAAAFo8/bSMxU8f58bg/s1600-h/z131834377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S2KQI5p3S0I/AAAAAAAAFo8/bSMxU8f58bg/s320/z131834377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432062583152003906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's never too late to have a life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and it's never too late to change one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's thank god it's friday like yeahhhh! hehehehe. i &lt;3 fridays,though. sometimes.. pffftt.&lt;br /&gt;firefox is being sucha bitch &amp;amp; i have downloaded google chrome &amp;amp; it's quite okay. so-so.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should start using more of the new one &amp;amp; stop firefox,cos it's getting slower.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;but after using google chrome like for a few minutes,i reckon it's kind fast,eh? i like!&lt;br /&gt;and with that,i could open as many tabs i want &amp;amp; with cafe world without disturbance?&lt;br /&gt;oh well,we'll see about that... so far,i have been on tumblr non-stop &amp;amp; rebloging like a mofo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going gym-ing with the boy,that if he wakes up before it gets dark &amp;amp; it closes. haha!&lt;br /&gt;lmao. i think i'm getting fatter and i loathe it,very,very much. i NEED TO DO SOMETHING!&lt;br /&gt;not whining &amp;amp; just saying... i have to start now or never! so,get that inside ya head,effff!&lt;br /&gt;lol. the boy has been trying to push me,ever since 358459568905968 days! FML!&lt;br /&gt;aniways,i have only been eating lunch.. skipped breakfast &amp;amp; dinners,just light meals. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's often said that no matter the truth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people see what they want to see some people might take a step back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and find out they were looking at the same big picture all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some people might see what was there all along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then there are those other people the ones who run as far as they can, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so they don't have to look at themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhhh! all my friends abroad,us,europe or wherever they are... it's snowing like hell!!&lt;br /&gt;pfffttt! IT NEVER SNOWS! and i want snow,snow,snow! just for once. oh,no snow city!!! &lt;br /&gt;i am jealous of seeing them posting pictures of snow,their houses &amp;amp; the scenery.. =/&lt;br /&gt;i assume,the boy is sick &amp;amp; tired of whining bout snow &amp;amp; more snow. he may just died. lol.&lt;br /&gt;he,the source of where i vented out my ravings,whining,bragging and whatnot's! poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby boy is recovered and no longer have a fever.. yay! but,he only resumes school,&lt;br /&gt;on monday and i think he's quite happy he has a "longer" weekends... lmao! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;after this,i shall lay down on my bed with the lappy on my tummy. heh. i love to do that! :D&lt;br /&gt;just cos i'm lazy like that... or it's really damn tiring sitting down and keeping your posture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes in order for something beautifully miraculous to happen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have to make it through a terrible tragedy with hope for a better tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-6483012829016465408?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/6483012829016465408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=6483012829016465408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6483012829016465408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6483012829016465408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/be-original.html' title='be original.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S2KQI5p3S0I/AAAAAAAAFo8/bSMxU8f58bg/s72-c/z131834377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-6226990687782046947</id><published>2010-01-25T12:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:46:34.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you;with love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S10ZAcctXTI/AAAAAAAAFos/sQikVRGVpaE/s1600-h/z173654830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S10ZAcctXTI/AAAAAAAAFos/sQikVRGVpaE/s320/z173654830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430524221105986866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're unwilling to go out on a limb because it just might break underneath you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what your problem is? If you never go out on that limb, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're missing one hell of a view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's monday! gahhhh! i reckon,i am already having the monday blues.. i'm sick. pffftt.&lt;br /&gt;the boy has officially transferred his sickness to me! tsssk. i hate having flu. :((((&lt;br /&gt;he got 1 day mc yesterday.. well,make that 3 days. because today &amp;amp; tomorrow,his off day!&lt;br /&gt;he ultimately has 17 days life before his ORDDDDD OHHHHH! hahahahahahah! yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;his ns days are going to be left behind him now.. time flies,eh? it felt like it was only,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday that i was sending him off to hta and me,all alone touring through while he,&lt;br /&gt;being sent to somewhere &amp;amp; only after that,like 5 hours after,lunch with him. hah!&lt;br /&gt;and then after,in the bus ride home,i cried. boooooo. cry baby! hehehehehehehe. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our future planned out pretty nicely,i assume? hahaha. but nobody really knows.&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose,we have our minds set on something. insyallah,we'll make it through..&lt;br /&gt;right now,all we must do is,SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE!! haaaaaaaa! yes,save money!&lt;br /&gt;cos,without money,you can never ever do anything or even have a life. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes,money makes the world go round.. money is the root of evil! pffffftttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess it's not what you take when you leave this world behind you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's what you leave behind when you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go job hunting today but i am down with slight fever &amp;amp; flu... sigh sigh sigh!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,i hope tomorrow,i'll be able to.. because it's going to be february soon already!&lt;br /&gt;i really need to get my horses up if i want to plan something for my 21st birthday!! gah!&lt;br /&gt;and also,4 months without shopping is totally....... -______________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what the god wants to know application implied,i must overcome my fears.. so,yeah.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,i feel that the application is really creepy! it is always right. ALWAYS OK.&lt;br /&gt;and i,without a doubt,have to start right now before i fell deeper into the pit. lol. :p&lt;br /&gt;well,if you have won a million dollars or be a billionaire or have found a rich sugar daddy,&lt;br /&gt;then of course,shake your legs at home without being nagged at constantly. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;gahhh. i want to be a billionaire so that i can rub the money on the faces of those stuck ups!&lt;br /&gt;pfffttt. i loathe that kind of human beings. i mean,come on.. i know you're rich...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want what you've never had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have to do what you've never done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the 25th of january! it's like 6 more days to february! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*GASP*&lt;/span&gt; i am not ready,not ready!&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is,i shall embrace it like all the miracles god had given us. stop whining.&lt;br /&gt;and i should always be grateful and thank god for i am still alive and breathing..&lt;br /&gt;thank you,god. i won't let you down,i promise. i will embrace this life you have for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, it's at the other end of your arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as you get older, try to remember that you have another hand as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first step is to help yourself, and the second is to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-6226990687782046947?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/6226990687782046947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=6226990687782046947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6226990687782046947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6226990687782046947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-youwith-love.html' title='to you;with love.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S10ZAcctXTI/AAAAAAAAFos/sQikVRGVpaE/s72-c/z173654830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2955918406983068962</id><published>2010-01-24T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:55:49.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1vJxLYgjJI/AAAAAAAAFok/M_7dVhVJDDw/s1600-h/z123288762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1vJxLYgjJI/AAAAAAAAFok/M_7dVhVJDDw/s320/z123288762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430155622431624338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And though it's been so long, I can't ever seem to forget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All it takes is a song, and I could swear I hear your steps down the hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It echoes a past that leaves an ache. It's never left because I gave you my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a sunday already!! pffttt. i loathe sundays,because tomorrow,is monday! tssk.&lt;br /&gt;and i just sent the boy to the clinic,just now. he has throat infection. awww,poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;more like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"serves you right ah!"&lt;/span&gt; he's sick,and yet,he's smoking profusely. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;he told me.. the fags are the "medicine" yeah right. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*snorts*&lt;/span&gt; i ought to kick his ass!&lt;br /&gt;since when did he ever listen to me about cutting down on the fags? NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the family has gone for wedding reception somewhere in the east.. not bothered to go. -_-&lt;br /&gt;i reckon i'm just lazy to put on make up with the weather like this?! pfffttt. just no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"IT NEVER SNOWS"&lt;/span&gt; the boy will always get this whining from me,every single day. lol!&lt;br /&gt;i assume he's already used to it,will always shakes his head and ignore me. tssskkkkkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;he forevermore gets constant nagging &amp;amp; whining about me,wanting to live in new york.&lt;br /&gt;heh. lol. poor boy.. perpetually being nagged at.. and still,he stands by me. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbyes make you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They make you realize what you have, what you've lost, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and what you've taken for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am officially being declared a tumblr addict. i reblog like a mofo. hahahaha. i likeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;and since,like right now,i have nothing in mind or mostly,free time and whatever nots,&lt;br /&gt;i shall have a gossip girl marathon..!! like,again,eff? it's been 3 or 4 weeks,i believe? heh.&lt;br /&gt;the boy randomly said,if there was a contest on memorizing the scenes,scripts &amp;amp; everything,&lt;br /&gt;i would surely win hands down! hahahaha! tssk! supportive,much? lol. i think,i would. hah!&lt;br /&gt;the boy,without exception,is the one who knew me too well. heeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,it's 25th of january and without we noticing,it's going to be the end of january.&lt;br /&gt;time really,really does flies,eh? then february,march,april... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shudders*&lt;/span&gt; gahh... 21!!! =/&lt;br /&gt;no,no no. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*inhale,exhale*&lt;/span&gt; i am forever 19.. yes,always forever 19. heh. edward cullen.&lt;br /&gt;no one... no one.... shall remind me that i'm turning old,soon. getting married &amp;amp; gahh!!! pffftt. i suppose,you all just have to wait for 3 years before i get hitched.. insyallah. maybe earlier,who knows? god willing,if there's fate... and rezeki. insyallah kay? heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is it that the kindest words can bring you to tears? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is it that we can't be brave until we have fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2955918406983068962?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2955918406983068962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2955918406983068962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2955918406983068962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2955918406983068962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/regrets.html' title='regrets.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1vJxLYgjJI/AAAAAAAAFok/M_7dVhVJDDw/s72-c/z123288762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8846346297896451629</id><published>2010-01-23T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:11:33.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you belong with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1p7XJkHyLI/AAAAAAAAFoc/22RxX-HaRwo/s1600-h/z143320679.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/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1p7XJkHyLI/AAAAAAAAFoc/22RxX-HaRwo/s320/z143320679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429787938383186098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The truth was, history repeated itself on a daily basis; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mistakes were made over and over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People were haunted by what they had done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and by what they hadn't had time to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a saturday and you belong with me by taylor swift is been on replay since forever!&lt;br /&gt;lol. i know right? what a day to start a saturday with.. pfftt. i haven't even shower. heh.&lt;br /&gt;plus,i haven't had my breakfast yet,too. so,it's brunch for me then,like always.. &lt;br /&gt;and i get so chapfallen just by the thought of saturday. le sigh. saturday eh!!!!!!! pffftt.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the times where i went towning,shopping... SHOPPING!! it's been 4 months. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniways,let's just skip that part,shall we? i will have my moment,soon enough! heh.. :D&lt;br /&gt;on today's agenda,i reckon i'll be following the family around,perhaps? sigh. fishing! grrr.&lt;br /&gt;not that i have any issues on fishing,i just have no patience for it. lol! like,seriously.. &lt;br /&gt;i assume that i'll be bringing my lappy or maybe,my books to read,or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope that on today's to do list for them,they'll cross out fishing but it's impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes it seems safer to hold it all in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where the only person who can judge you is yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,i comprehend it as one of "those" days.. the unexpected ones,where you just,&lt;br /&gt;don't presume it will happen.. but maybe cos,it was my right eye that was twitching. haha!&lt;br /&gt;but i don't so much believe in the superstitious of it.. but hey,who knows right? lol.&lt;br /&gt;after what felt like years... yesterday was the night he talked to me. it's been a long time!!&lt;br /&gt;i thought he haven't forgiven me for my folly,my mistakes i did to him,but alhamdullilah.&lt;br /&gt;we engage in a conversation,and from there is where we started everything back. (:&lt;br /&gt;i am truly very happy i got in touched with him,back. i mean,he's a very nice guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been uploading pictures of the olden days. heh. my whole family when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of my uncles,aunties,friends &amp;amp; such. lol. i was tidying up &amp;amp; i found them. :p&lt;br /&gt;i guess,it brings back a lot of fond memories &amp;amp; we would just laugh it off seeing us,once.&lt;br /&gt;those memories,i'll never trade for anything.. but some things you wish you could fix..&lt;br /&gt;but hey,that's life,right? if you never make mistakes,you'll never learn... life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It made me wonder how many times we forgive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just because we don't want to lose someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if they don't deserve our forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8846346297896451629?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8846346297896451629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8846346297896451629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8846346297896451629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8846346297896451629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-belong-with-me.html' title='you belong with me.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1p7XJkHyLI/AAAAAAAAFoc/22RxX-HaRwo/s72-c/z143320679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2337214735744509142</id><published>2010-01-21T11:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:55:25.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1fJqpgOM9I/AAAAAAAAFoU/d-tSUqccqQU/s1600-h/z111131669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1fJqpgOM9I/AAAAAAAAFoU/d-tSUqccqQU/s320/z111131669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429029610351113170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death is not the greatest loss in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a thursday and i don't think i have been feeling anything but boredom. zzzzz!&lt;br /&gt;the weekends are fast strolling in and out,i never noticed any difference. pfffftttt.&lt;br /&gt;i used to loathe weekends when i was still working because it will be spent working!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha! lol. what a random saying.. oh,aniways.. i have been feeling hyper! :p&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.. i have not been eating banana! it's been ages,since i had one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cafe world is flourishing! yay to me! i'm on level 14 already. hehehehehe. yaayyyy!&lt;br /&gt;since when i have became an addict to cafe world? oh,don't ask me that. i don't know,too!&lt;br /&gt;i think it's just this random moment when i logged on facebook,and tried to get on cafe world,&lt;br /&gt;and bam! before you know it,i was cooking,buying more chairs &amp;amp; tables &amp;amp; upgrading! :)&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe. i am even obsessed with friends sending me food and such! heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbyes make you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They make you realize what you have, what you've lost, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and what you've taken for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so,yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1fJh9mXqFI/AAAAAAAAFoM/AfZ-vb_FQIY/s1600-h/DSCN5114.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/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1fJh9mXqFI/AAAAAAAAFoM/AfZ-vb_FQIY/s320/DSCN5114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429029461126785106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1fH6_0HK1I/AAAAAAAAFoE/D8edoeE0DC0/s1600-h/DSCN5092.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/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1fH6_0HK1I/AAAAAAAAFoE/D8edoeE0DC0/s320/DSCN5092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429027692194769746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1fGsXIlQKI/AAAAAAAAFn8/jm1SD9e0gr0/s1600-h/DSCN5124.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/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1fGsXIlQKI/AAAAAAAAFn8/jm1SD9e0gr0/s320/DSCN5124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429026341244977314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i met up with my two favorite girls! yay! it's been a long time... a real one. but,yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;and by that,we have almost the whole day together,having fun,doing silly things! :p&lt;br /&gt;we went to have my favorite nasi briyani since kak n has been craving for it like forever!&lt;br /&gt;and then,we went to jalan kilang timor to collect kak j's avatar winnings. she always win!!&lt;br /&gt;following that,we went to karaoke at orchard! hahahaha! i swear it was the best! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;we were literally saving our voices for rock songs for the last part of it.. tsssk tsskkk!&lt;br /&gt;but one and all,i truly,deeply had the most unforgettable time.. it was awesome! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yawnssss*&lt;/span&gt; no interesting things happening at facebook right now. hahahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;i guess either everyone's schooling,working or any other way they are having now. :p&lt;br /&gt;i am bored to the zits! heh. i have been waiting to upload videos at youtube but failed. :(&lt;br /&gt;pfffttt. i guess mine's a bigger file since the camera's like that. le sigh. it's exhausting!&lt;br /&gt;kak n's gonna kill me if she came back &amp;amp; find her dedicated song is not upload yet!&lt;br /&gt;gahh! youtube,you better be kind to me right now and stop the goddamn errors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never leave someone behind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you take a part of them with you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and leave a part of yourself behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear boy is sick. sigh. poor boy of mine.. it's been a long time since he had been.&lt;br /&gt;i guess,after this,i'll buy porridge &amp;amp; some medicines and then,take care of him. pfftt!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! bad gf! he's been always taking care of you,everytime you're sick,you know?&lt;br /&gt;kay kay! stop harping on it! i know all the kind of sacrifices he makes,just for me.... :D&lt;br /&gt;since he's feeling under the weather,the picnic we had in mind today,is postponed. :(&lt;br /&gt;but nah,it's okay! we will have to do it some other time he's better and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel so lethargic,today? party in the usa has been playing on repeat,AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;plus,you belong with me by my gorgeous taylor swift kept ringing in my head. heh!&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which,i couldn't wait for valentine's day,the movie! awesomeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;all my favorite actors are the cast of the movie... yay! especially,ashton kutcher! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and my sister,jessica alba. and BRADLEY COOPER DARLING! and,yeah you get it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes to keep it together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have to leave it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2337214735744509142?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2337214735744509142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2337214735744509142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2337214735744509142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2337214735744509142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-believe.html' title='we believe.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1fJqpgOM9I/AAAAAAAAFoU/d-tSUqccqQU/s72-c/z111131669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-5368876374904685491</id><published>2010-01-19T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T13:55:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live life as it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1VCm934TuI/AAAAAAAAFn0/OrRQvGeD4QQ/s1600-h/z116896497-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1VCm934TuI/AAAAAAAAFn0/OrRQvGeD4QQ/s320/z116896497-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428318163076402914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone who can touch you can hurt you or heal you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone who can reach you can love you or leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,i know i haven't been updating but hey,here i am right? been quite busy. right.&lt;br /&gt;so much for being "busy". but yeah,been researching and also,been planning..&lt;br /&gt;it's january,and soon,of course,it'll be my 21st birthday! GAHHHH!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*runs* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not 21st this year.. i am rather,forever 19. hehehhehe. edward's 17,so i'm 19. (:&lt;br /&gt;but... planning for 21st birthday is exhausting,takes up a lot of time &amp;amp; of course,$$$$$!&lt;br /&gt;jeez. but hey,i turned 21 once only right? oh sorry,*coughs* i am forever 19! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about researching,i have been devastated about hearing another earthquake. :((&lt;br /&gt;the signs are all there,you know.. the end of the world. it could be later,sooner.. who knows?&lt;br /&gt;there's quite many predictions about when the world will actually,end. pfffftttt.&lt;br /&gt;literally,Isaac Newton predicted that the world will kaput in 2060,before he died.&lt;br /&gt;but in reality,we will never know won't we? it's all up to him. GOD. only he knows..&lt;br /&gt;he will know when he'll take back the gift he has given us,this world,this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the person who unknowingly sets the template, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for what you will always love about other people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The person who defines your understanding of love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is not inherently different than anyone else, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and they’re often just the person you happen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to meet the first time you really, really, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is having migraines,i think? it has been pumping &amp;amp; thumping. it hurts. =/&lt;br /&gt;aniways,forget about my head.. researching is exhausting and in a way,quite fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;you learn about quite a number of things,especially when it comes to endangered species.&lt;br /&gt;i have been watching national geographic channel since forever &amp;amp; truly,i am in love.&lt;br /&gt;i am comprehensively in love with animals,and i will take anything to save them! :(&lt;br /&gt;i will thoroughly do this,and keep to my word! and i'll make a difference,no matter how small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that,i have a new distraction from doing my research and having a real job,&lt;br /&gt;that is,playing my ipod touch! i have downloaded this new game,surviving high school,&lt;br /&gt;and i am wholeheartedly obsessed and infatuated with the game. heee heee heee. :p&lt;br /&gt;plus,i haven't been able to finish my story. i am stuck at page 13. mental block. lol!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i think there's so many beguilement that i hadn't been able to avoid. pfffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heard poets urging us to seize the day. still sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we have to see for ourselves. we have to make our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mistakes. we have to learn our own lessons. we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we can't anymore. until we finally understand for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been watching fairytales and all i could do was just be even more sadden by it. :(&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be easier if our lives were all like fairy tales? happy ending,no disruption.&lt;br /&gt;no wars,no disasters,no racism,no criticism &amp;amp; such. but then again,we won't learn eh?&lt;br /&gt;sigh. empire state of mind has been playing on replay ever since,and oh,party in the usa.&lt;br /&gt;i know right? so bloody obsessed with new york and usa! hahahaha. you can't blame me! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been doing a lot of devising and brainstorming,and i may have come up,&lt;br /&gt;with a conclusion,something that i never thought i will do,i think? but i'm still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;if the other plan doesn't goes through,i'll be taking one offer which requires me,&lt;br /&gt;to leave everything here,start a new life in my dream country and be a new me. ((:&lt;br /&gt;on side of it,it's very tempting with great benefits that i'm sure i will gain from. heh.&lt;br /&gt;i discussed with the boy about this,he said a couple of things but he's willing. oh,we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a difference between goodbye and letting go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye is "I'll see you again when I'm ready to hold your hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and when you're ready to hold mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letting go is "I'll miss your hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realized its not mine to hold, and I will never hold it again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-5368876374904685491?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/5368876374904685491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=5368876374904685491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5368876374904685491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5368876374904685491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-life-as-it-is.html' title='live life as it is.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S1VCm934TuI/AAAAAAAAFn0/OrRQvGeD4QQ/s72-c/z116896497-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-5890352734260177364</id><published>2010-01-14T12:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:30:40.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two is better than one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S06g67iB2zI/AAAAAAAAFns/4W7Na6m12uo/s1600-h/z99815208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S06g67iB2zI/AAAAAAAAFns/4W7Na6m12uo/s320/z99815208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426451535301303090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t know what love is but when I’m with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like the safest person in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I forget about everything else, nothing else matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s about the here and now and when you leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it’s a waiting game because all I want is the next day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I get to see you and that’s the reason I keep on going every day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in hopes that today is the next day I get to spend even one minute with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So if this isn’t love, it should be, because it’s the best thing in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ughhh. little miss red is here to haunt me,yet again.. every month. tssskkkk!&lt;br /&gt;she was here,yesterday and god,i never had a feeling of hatred so deep before..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha! why must we girls only get pms and all this crap together?!&lt;br /&gt;jeez. imagine if the guys would have got it too? GROSS! disgusting,eff. stop it!&lt;br /&gt;sorry.. i just have a very,very wild imagination plus am kinda getting frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. mood swings,getting irritated so easily is what i loathe when miss red is here.&lt;br /&gt;it's always a BIG NO DISTURB SIGN plastered across our forehead,eh? pffftt.&lt;br /&gt;and right now,since i got nothing to do,i have been on cafe world since i woke up!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so left out &amp;amp; all my friends are level 61,it's insane!! hahahaha! -_- &lt;br /&gt;maybe after this,i'll make a card for the boy,since he's doing inservice now. :p&lt;br /&gt;he'll only be back at 7pm or maybe,later than that &amp;amp; tomorrow,he's working.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People are often unreasonable, illogical, and self-centered; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgive them anyway. If you are kind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives; be kind anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;succeed anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are honest and frank, people may cheat; be honest and frank anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight; build anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, people may be jealous; be happy anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The good you do today, people often forget tomorrow; do good anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give the world the best you’ve got, and it may never be enough; give your best anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the end, it was between you and God, it was never between you and them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S06gi0d_kbI/AAAAAAAAFnk/n1Feaj4B0z4/s1600-h/DSCN2542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S06gi0d_kbI/AAAAAAAAFnk/n1Feaj4B0z4/s320/DSCN2542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426451121088467378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy 43rd,dear love of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that we have been bumpy lately,with this and that.. and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday night,after the talk we had,after what you reassured me of,i knew then.&lt;br /&gt;i know that even whatever setbacks that we're going through,you still love me..&lt;br /&gt;that no matter how adamantine it is,you're willing to figure it out &amp;amp; do this together..&lt;br /&gt;i am well informed that i may sometimes be unreasonable,selfish and stubborn,&lt;br /&gt;but i am certain that you'll always stand by my side,no matter what i did or have done.&lt;br /&gt;that's the reason why,i believe that you're the one for me,despite whatever i felt.&lt;br /&gt;i love you,baby.. always have,always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,the boy and i,we went to the movies and watched sherlock holmes!&lt;br /&gt;i loved the classics stories of him,and the movie,i think,is quite exquisite. ((:&lt;br /&gt;i must add,that robert downey jr played the role of sherlock holmes,pretty damn well!&lt;br /&gt;and jude law,who enact the role of the doctor watsons,he surprised me too. :D&lt;br /&gt;but one and all,i give sherlock holmes 5/5 popcorn stars!!! i truly loved it! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best part of loving is having someone who will literally rescue you from sadness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from being along, from all the madness in the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from being misunderstood and from being judged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If there is someone who did just one of those for you, keep him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-5890352734260177364?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/5890352734260177364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=5890352734260177364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5890352734260177364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5890352734260177364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='two is better than one.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S06g67iB2zI/AAAAAAAAFns/4W7Na6m12uo/s72-c/z99815208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-7305503870724668681</id><published>2010-01-13T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:34:37.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it doesn't matter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S01mB_za17I/AAAAAAAAFnc/oML_perX-Nc/s1600-h/z103495271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S01mB_za17I/AAAAAAAAFnc/oML_perX-Nc/s320/z103495271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426105310544320434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"happy is waking up in the morning and realizing you have three hours left to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy is going in a pool on a hot summer day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy is finishing a project after weeks of procrastination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy is being out with friends and not having a care in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy is taking a warm shower on a cold day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy is having hot chocolate after shoveling snow. happy is being held by you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's wednesday,the 13th of january! tomorrow,is our 42nd &amp;amp; so far,zilch. tsssk.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't come up with anything since he'll be working tomorrow. le sigh. :(&lt;br /&gt;plus,i think it would be nothing special except for next month,it will. hehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;next month is our 43rd &amp;amp; also,valentine's day! yipeeedooo! lol. so ecstatic! :p&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember last year's valentine where he bought me a bouquet of flowers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party in the usa has been played on replay over and over again. hahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;well,i don't have issues with miley cyrus,i think she's cool and kind of hot,really! :D&lt;br /&gt;i love hannah montana. well,that's random. but aniways,it's associate with USA!&lt;br /&gt;my dream country....! hahaha. but somehow,i'll get there one day... NEW YORK! =)&lt;br /&gt;too much of gossip girl and this is what you get.. i just watched gg,btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"theres only so many times you can allow someone to let you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before you cant handle the disappointment anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the things change people change and it doesn't mean you forget the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it simply means you try to move on and treasure the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letting go doesn't mean giving up, it means accepting things that weren't meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there's a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and fixing every little thing but it's not giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you got to do what's right for you even if it hurts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S01lftsarzI/AAAAAAAAFnU/iQ1AR2wJaK4/s1600-h/6736_1077649750106_1492111253_30195764_3929470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S01lftsarzI/AAAAAAAAFnU/iQ1AR2wJaK4/s320/6736_1077649750106_1492111253_30195764_3929470_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426104721567559474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;happy 21st birthday idah love!!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have reach the age,the age that all of us year 89 babies have been dreading!&lt;br /&gt;i know right? it's finally,hello adulthood! goodbye,teenage years. but,i doubt it! :p&lt;br /&gt;we're all some kind of young at heart,always right? nevertheless,enjoy this day!&lt;br /&gt;i hope that you'll have a blast and that this year brings you more joy &amp;amp; love!&lt;br /&gt;may you'll live till ripe old age,insyallah. lots of love! xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seeing everyone reaching their 21st very soon,i am literally dreading mine. :((&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not ready to be 21.. i know,legally would be watching R21 movies soon. blah.&lt;br /&gt;who cares about R21 movies,aniways? not until 16th april,though. hahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;being 21 means that you have to seriously take life,see what you've been doing..&lt;br /&gt;plan ahead for the future,to REALLY START saving up and getting ready to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;jeez. the thought of it all.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shudders*&lt;/span&gt; quack,quack,quack. i just wanna have more fun! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn, or consumed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-7305503870724668681?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/7305503870724668681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=7305503870724668681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7305503870724668681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7305503870724668681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-doesnt-matter.html' title='it doesn&apos;t matter.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S01mB_za17I/AAAAAAAAFnc/oML_perX-Nc/s72-c/z103495271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2616197513747394707</id><published>2010-01-11T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:22:48.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lessons in heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0qVj4eUoHI/AAAAAAAAFnM/XvDbOUi34-U/s1600-h/z118787703.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0qVj4eUoHI/AAAAAAAAFnM/XvDbOUi34-U/s320/z118787703.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425313144808710258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgiveness is never easy. bitterness is easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hatred is always easy. but forgiveness, thats a tough one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes people say things they dont mean or do things they cant take back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes we do things we cant take back. so we feed ourselves to starve the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been able to update because i am seriously intense in my story. heeee.&lt;br /&gt;i am already on page 11 and hey,that's a great start,don't you think so? lol.&lt;br /&gt;the past few days,i had ideas &amp;amp; it just came strolling into my mind &amp;amp; i had to write!&lt;br /&gt;because,if i don't,i'll probably never going to get it back. like ever. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but aniways,here i am updating,just for the sake of updating.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's monday and yes,wait for it,wait for it... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*GROANS*&lt;/span&gt; monday bluey blues! pfft.&lt;br /&gt;i hate mondays,i truly hate mondays. jeeezz! but don't everyone? yes,they do.&lt;br /&gt;for some part,sundays are also loathe because,it's very near to monday.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;but anywise,time just flies,huh? it's 11th of january of twenty ten. uh uh. it is.....&lt;br /&gt;it's 3 more days to our 42nd,but he's having in-service on his off day! TSSSKKK!&lt;br /&gt;and his weekends are spend working too but only,his sunday.. sigh. what luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's said that the saddest thing a man will ever face is what might have been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But what about the man who's faced with what was, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or what may never be, or what can no longer be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choosing the right path is never easy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a decision we make with only our hearts to guide us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but sometimes we find our way to something better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we fight through the regret and remorse of our mistakes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our malice and our jealousy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the shame we feel for not being the people we were meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that's when we find our way to something better, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or when something better finds its way to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far,my baby boy has been doing really &lt;span&gt;conscientiously in school. alhamdullilah.&lt;br /&gt;i hope,that it would go as far as he could.. because,i know that he's still growing.&lt;br /&gt;but every night,i would look at his face and smile but at the same time,cry too.&lt;br /&gt;he's growing so fast.. and it's saddening. how i wish he would be just like that,forever.&lt;br /&gt;but hey,who am i kidding right? everyone grows. everyone will be able to live life.&lt;br /&gt;but to me,he would always be my dearest baby boy.... the small boy,that i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i have been watching gossip girl too many a time already,i'm hooked on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;so far,i watched,meet the robinsons,a cinderella story. and maybe,step up later! :D&lt;br /&gt;those old stories never got old. you can watch them,over and over again! hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;just like gossip girls! :p plus,i'm still on true blood's season 2. hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;mum need someone to accompany her to get goodie bags from little sister's school.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess,the agenda for today would just be to her school,and back home,chillax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you ever wanna go back? I remember being sixteen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and everything just seemed so much easier. Would you do it differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd try and appreciate the things I took for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I think we have to go through all that stuff to get to the places we want to be.&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/6037851059278124180-2616197513747394707?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2616197513747394707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2616197513747394707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2616197513747394707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2616197513747394707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/lessons-in-heartbreak.html' title='lessons in heartbreak.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0qVj4eUoHI/AAAAAAAAFnM/XvDbOUi34-U/s72-c/z118787703.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2354568481142835690</id><published>2010-01-08T15:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T16:15:07.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the things you fell for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0bklWff8JI/AAAAAAAAFnE/aE7AQj7YeO4/s1600-h/z127717380.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0bklWff8JI/AAAAAAAAFnE/aE7AQj7YeO4/s320/z127717380.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424274131558330514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eventually you just have to realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you're living for an audience of one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're not here for anyone else's approval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgif! yes,thank god it's friday! right now,i kinda like fridays.. don't ask me why! :p&lt;br /&gt;but i think,it's a feeling of having the weekends free to myself since i'm still jobless.&lt;br /&gt;lol. that doesn't sum much of fun! jeez, it makes me look pathetic. oh,whatever..&lt;br /&gt;but today,this friday,after a long walk to cck from bp &amp;amp; back again,with the boy,&lt;br /&gt;kinda sums up to me missing long walks with him like we did last few years.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been watching a lot of news lately &amp;amp; god,i get so depressed sometimes. )):&lt;br /&gt;the wars,terrorism,racism,killing of animals &amp;amp; such.. environmental issues. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;it just gets to me,like right now. like any other normal day where i watched it.&lt;br /&gt;i think the passion is burning hell of a sensation inside me right now. it does.&lt;br /&gt;and i really want to save the world,make a difference &amp;amp; do something out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you’re afraid to become a couple because you’re afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of losing what you already have with that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But life is all about risks and it requires you to jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t be a person who has to look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and wonder what they could have had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one waits forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been watching season 2 of true blood since season 3 is not out yet. ):&lt;br /&gt;plus,waiting for gossip girl is unnerving. really,really.. i want it so badly. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;and besides that,i have been doing alot of researching &amp;amp; studying &amp;amp; jotting down.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i want to really do this. i want to fight for a difference in this world.&lt;br /&gt;something that i have passion in,something good. it's a honorable thing,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my back has been killing me. more like my posture,i guess? i feel like a hunchback.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be slouching,i know. great. sit up straight &amp;amp; posture,boobs out. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck? i can never,ever sit up straight or walk with a posture like that!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You want to know what happiness is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's waking up in the middle of the night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shifting under the blankets and, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feeling the heart of the person next to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lies on anyone’s shoulders but their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You smile and kiss their face in the gentlest manner so as not to wake them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You turn back and an involuntary grin forms on your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You feel an arm wrap around your waist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you know it doesn't get any better than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0bkGuXheWI/AAAAAAAAFm8/dR1c6aCFrf0/s1600-h/DSCN2951.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/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0bkGuXheWI/AAAAAAAAFm8/dR1c6aCFrf0/s320/DSCN2951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424273605391382882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAYANG!!!! &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you have yet,turn a year older! heee heee heee. congratulations! :p&lt;br /&gt;a year older means you're getting close to marriage! muahahahaha. kidding!&lt;br /&gt;may today brings you a lot more joy,happiness and every good things.. :D&lt;br /&gt;you know i am always here,for you. never far. always a phone call away.&lt;br /&gt;that you don't have to think twice in confiding in me,or anything at all...&lt;br /&gt;i will always love you,today,tomorrow,any other day of forever. love love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i reckon,after the book that i'm reading now,i will take a real short nap. heee.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe,i will dream of something so i can finish on a story that i am at. lol!&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lethargic,so tired and worn out.. i simply need a break from everything.&lt;br /&gt;maybe a short holiday would be great but then again,who am i kidding?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not some kind of a freaking billionaire! haaaarrr deeee haaarrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;the only reason we hold back is because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;we think we have an endless amount of chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;or that there will ALWAYS be one more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;but as time disappears into the past and life goes on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;those chances will run out, and you`ll either LIVE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;with eternal happiness for being brave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;or eternal regret for holding back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2354568481142835690?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2354568481142835690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2354568481142835690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2354568481142835690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2354568481142835690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-you-fell-for.html' title='the things you fell for.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0bklWff8JI/AAAAAAAAFnE/aE7AQj7YeO4/s72-c/z127717380.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-563532665201265838</id><published>2010-01-06T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:53:39.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life has a purpose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0QRzNHaQcI/AAAAAAAAFm0/7TESRR1owVI/s1600-h/z97169828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0QRzNHaQcI/AAAAAAAAFm0/7TESRR1owVI/s320/z97169828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423479422652662210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Those endless nights that kept us busy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those people that walk in and out of your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but leave an impression, those timeless times that won't ever fade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those unforgettable moments that will last a life time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those stories you'll tell your grandchildren and those journeys that have yet to come."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's wednesday today,and in some such way,i feel rather odd. bad dreams!! )):&lt;br /&gt;i dream about goddamn huge seagulls who are very,very evil &amp;amp; malicious,&lt;br /&gt;and by some means,only prey on girls they like &amp;amp; they can talk. what the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;i swear,i sure as hell don't know what are the dreams all about... scary yet bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;plus,my whole family is in the dream &amp;amp; the seagull is after me &amp;amp; my father killed it.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell! who knows what the dreams mean?! spooky &amp;amp; ghostly as hell! tssk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this,it's time to do my normal exercising at home.. yipee! 2 days straight! :D&lt;br /&gt;and thank god,i have been doing it normally for the whole of 2 days &amp;amp; plus today..&lt;br /&gt;i have not been giving up. that's a good one. on top of it,i have been on diet. heh.&lt;br /&gt;well,it's a good start.. promising one,insyallah. by 3 months... yes yes. i can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you just have to forgive someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because you can't stand not having them in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,i asked the boy to accompany me to the library.. for research purposes. again.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm certainly not joking when i say i want to pursue my career in activism..&lt;br /&gt;the means of saving mother earth,the almost extinct animals.. sigh. i get so sad.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,just yesterday i watched the news about the japanese slaying tunas! ):&lt;br /&gt;the tunas are to be the one who are almost close to extinction &amp;amp; they are killing them,&lt;br /&gt;for their means of food... i mean,i know their main source are mostly depended on tunas,&lt;br /&gt;but i mean,come on.. you can't just slay thousands of them,up for sale &amp;amp; food. jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss shopping. but hell,i am bloody broke.. hahaha. plus,the boy's pay is not in.&lt;br /&gt;and and,i can't touch most of his pay because we're saving up for the short trip,&lt;br /&gt;on chinese new year with his family to port dickson! hehehehehe. if plan is through. (:&lt;br /&gt;dang. that means,no more shopping for another 1 whole fucking month?! *groans*&lt;br /&gt;it's my break a record for this year plus last year.. haven't shopped for 3 months!!&lt;br /&gt;wow. wow. even i surprised myself... dang,i can go that long not shopping?! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ask yourself what makes you come alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then go and do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-563532665201265838?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/563532665201265838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=563532665201265838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/563532665201265838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/563532665201265838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-has-purpose.html' title='life has a purpose.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0QRzNHaQcI/AAAAAAAAFm0/7TESRR1owVI/s72-c/z97169828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-7589145055840886767</id><published>2010-01-05T15:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:13:27.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darkest hour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0LsTVu2q_I/AAAAAAAAFms/QhTg3ubJwOg/s1600-h/z48892616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0LsTVu2q_I/AAAAAAAAFms/QhTg3ubJwOg/s320/z48892616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423156718302833650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try to make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down, you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the 5th of january and somehow,i'm kinda feeling troubled &amp;amp; unsettled..&lt;br /&gt;well,to cheer me up... i'm watching gossip girl over &amp;amp; over again. gg marathon!!&lt;br /&gt;since the brand new episode will only air on march bloody eight of twenty ten.&lt;br /&gt;pfftt pffftt. it's kinda long &amp;amp; i am already missing chuck bass. heeeeee heeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;plus the drama of serena,nate,rufus &amp;amp; lily... omgggggnesss! ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which,i have been extremely excelling in healing myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i am onto the road of losing weight,that to speak of. haarr deee haarrrr.&lt;br /&gt;it has,i suppose,been going on quite well since i started on a basic diet.. first.&lt;br /&gt;eat a portion of rice for just a day,the rest of the day just small meals &amp;amp; fruits.&lt;br /&gt;well,i hope i could keep to that &amp;amp; insyallah,i lose weight in about 3 months!!&lt;br /&gt;at least,10-15 kg in 3 months,serena van der woodsen body. hehehehe. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe he doesn't love me anymore... Maybe he's moved on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But he'll never completely move on, and neither will I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because like it or not, we're part of each others lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no matter what, we'll always remember.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said earlier,i'm on a gossip girl marathon today &amp;amp; i never got tired. heh.&lt;br /&gt;only my dvd player and my lappy who has to keep loading for the episodes. :p&lt;br /&gt;and i really,really loathe megavideo! which seems to sucks &amp;amp; totally unreliable!&lt;br /&gt;because,it always pause at the good parts &amp;amp; pop up,your time has expired!&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell! i didn't know watching videos has an expiry.. nut tart! pfffttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great! now,my most reliable source of watching gossip girl online,&lt;br /&gt;has finally decided to cease itself &amp;amp; add megavideo as it's default streaming..!!!&lt;br /&gt;what the hell? i only have season 1,season 2 &amp;amp; half of season 3 on dvd.. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;oh god. i hate this. i really,really dislike when these things are happening.. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's all I ask of you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you'll be there to hold my hand and catch my tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you'll spare me the bitter judgment of society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just want something that's based off of two hearts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not two hearts and the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-7589145055840886767?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/7589145055840886767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=7589145055840886767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7589145055840886767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7589145055840886767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/darkest-hour.html' title='darkest hour.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0LsTVu2q_I/AAAAAAAAFms/QhTg3ubJwOg/s72-c/z48892616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-5992209836140491930</id><published>2010-01-03T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:44:50.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hardest thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0Cb1mXxVmI/AAAAAAAAFmc/Uap3PHzy-ck/s1600-h/z106579315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0Cb1mXxVmI/AAAAAAAAFmc/Uap3PHzy-ck/s320/z106579315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422505296489698914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never let anyone fall for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you know there's someone else in your heart and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i think almost the whole loads of people are watching spiderman! heeee.&lt;br /&gt;and i think,watching it over &amp;amp; over again,doesn't tire me with the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;plus,they have some meaningful,inspirational words that hit right through.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing that zap right through me and it does make sense,always,&lt;br /&gt;"start by doing the hardest thing,you forgive yourself." it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently on my lappy and a couple of things ran through my subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;run by leona lewis is currently on repeat,it does sip into me &amp;amp; made me think...&lt;br /&gt;there are many things left unsaid,things i never get in as much to people,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want it to repeat.. i wanna make it more prominent,not as the last.&lt;br /&gt;i will be more surpassing. i would not repeat the mistakes i wish i hadn't make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That’s the thing about letting old lovers go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don’t stop loving some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are a couple you love no less than you ever did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re not gonna try and make it work again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but if they needed you, you’d drop everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a crazy thought but i don't think it's insane or whether i'm in my right mind.&lt;br /&gt;i want to do something good for the world,something that benefits me..&lt;br /&gt;i would want to change the world,even a little bit. like i said in my previous entry..&lt;br /&gt;i want to save mother earth. the children that are suffering.. the war.&lt;br /&gt;like how i told i wanted to be an activist,i still want to... been pondering a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been researching quite a few lately,been on the environmental issues,world.&lt;br /&gt;the sustainability of what we used to have,wars,wildlife &amp;amp; issues like that..&lt;br /&gt;i just want to travel around the world to convey a message,to help everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i want to make a difference. even if it's a wee bit,it's still something.&lt;br /&gt;i know you may think that i'm crazy.. but right now,i am sane. i feel it.&lt;br /&gt;somehow,somewhat,i know i will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's just a horrible, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uneasy feeling to say goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to someone you care about that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-5992209836140491930?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/5992209836140491930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=5992209836140491930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5992209836140491930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5992209836140491930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/hardest-thing.html' title='the hardest thing.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/S0Cb1mXxVmI/AAAAAAAAFmc/Uap3PHzy-ck/s72-c/z106579315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1278881910868421133</id><published>2010-01-02T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:19:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before we say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sz9ATVORv9I/AAAAAAAAFmU/uaqHxkM0tDU/s1600-h/z93940206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sz9ATVORv9I/AAAAAAAAFmU/uaqHxkM0tDU/s320/z93940206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422123177236086738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bad thing about falling to pieces is that it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The good thing about it is that once you're lying there in shards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you've got nothing left to protect, and so you have no reason not to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2nd of january,2010. it feels different,i feel odd. though,it's kind of fast.&lt;br /&gt;it's a new year &amp;amp; however i'm welcoming it,it still feels too hurried.&lt;br /&gt;i still couldn't believe that right now,my calendar is of new moon 2010. :p&lt;br /&gt;my cristiano ronaldo 2009 calendar is wrapped all nicely &amp;amp; has been put away.&lt;br /&gt;let's stop talking about 2009,shall we? it's a new year,new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even to that,i still find that something is amiss &amp;amp; that i'm missing some things.&lt;br /&gt;for that,i have no answer to it right now or maybe never? im hoping for a start.&lt;br /&gt;i have to commence myself to stop hiding from life &amp;amp; actually,living it..&lt;br /&gt;because eff,you know it &amp;amp; you have been telling yourself,that life is short.&lt;br /&gt;and you can't waste it away just because you're hurt,you're not up to it.&lt;br /&gt;eff,you have to start now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately about taking chances,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and how it's really just about overcoming your fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because the truth is, every time you take a big risk in your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no matter how it ends up, you're always glad you took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately,i have been thinking a lot bout my future and everything that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;i feel that as though i'm living some kind of fantasy,hoping that it would exist.&lt;br /&gt;i have to keep reminding myself that this isn't a fairytale &amp;amp; i'm not a princess.&lt;br /&gt;and if i don't initiate it now,i won't be anywhere,i won't be where i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;live it right now,this moment,this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have forgiven yourself,yes. but without delay,you have to learn to accept.&lt;br /&gt;the road to acceptance,eff. remember that.. and remember you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;remember that making mistakes are fine,just don't repeat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Set your standards high and never settle for less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe in yourself no matter what, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but don't worry if you stray because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most important thing is that you've learned along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take all you've become to be all that you can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soar high above the clouds, and let your dreams be set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1278881910868421133?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1278881910868421133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1278881910868421133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1278881910868421133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1278881910868421133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/before-we-say-goodbye.html' title='before we say goodbye.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sz9ATVORv9I/AAAAAAAAFmU/uaqHxkM0tDU/s72-c/z93940206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-7377011468984424573</id><published>2010-01-01T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:46:03.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty ten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sz89Zx-XZ9I/AAAAAAAAFmM/6Ea0lDMqWnY/s1600-h/z78516488.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sz89Zx-XZ9I/AAAAAAAAFmM/6Ea0lDMqWnY/s320/z78516488.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422119989498308562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two of the hardest tests in life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The patience to wait for the right moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the courage to accept that you've waited for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy twenty-ten,everyone. a new year awaits for all of you out there. (:&lt;br /&gt;let this 2010 be as fruitful as the last,or if not,may it be better..&lt;br /&gt;we all have our different views,different problems &amp;amp; stories.&lt;br /&gt;but we live to tell,sometimes. and at times,it does help to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2010,be nice to me. be real nice. or if not,dear january,i hope you will.&lt;br /&gt;dear 2010,help me to find myself again,find me to be better than the last.&lt;br /&gt;dear god,i know you will help me through this,you always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the girl. The one that's always lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one with the fake smile. The girl who seems to be so strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but daily continues to break. The girl whose always there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and seems to have no problems of her own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The one who holds back tears until she's off the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-7377011468984424573?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/7377011468984424573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=7377011468984424573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7377011468984424573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7377011468984424573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-ten.html' title='twenty ten.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sz89Zx-XZ9I/AAAAAAAAFmM/6Ea0lDMqWnY/s72-c/z78516488.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1950415645056999212</id><published>2009-12-31T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:22:15.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is goodbye,then.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzwAoNLkUlI/AAAAAAAAFmE/wa9jCqxynKw/s1600-h/HA6EiTMtQpkvjrppxb4TGcnto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzwAoNLkUlI/AAAAAAAAFmE/wa9jCqxynKw/s320/HA6EiTMtQpkvjrppxb4TGcnto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421208742180180562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In addition, all objects in the universe have a place where they belong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; objects move toward their place in the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally,it's new year's eve and eventually,i am ready. ready to let go,now.&lt;br /&gt;i am ready to move on to a new year &amp;amp; say goodbye to my memories in 09'&lt;br /&gt;it has been bittersweet,i believe everyone has their own stories,their life.&lt;br /&gt;and this year,even though it's been painful,agonizing,it's been fruitful...&lt;br /&gt;throughout all that,i have discover that i'm stronger than i thought i am.&lt;br /&gt;and time will heal,but it doesn't. maybe it will,maybe never,maybe forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you,2009. i'm ready now,thank you for giving me a chance to live it.&lt;br /&gt;thank you,ya allah. you have given me a day to live again in this world..&lt;br /&gt;thank you,my friends,whom have been there for me,who never gave me up.&lt;br /&gt;thank you,dearest boy,whom always believe in me. who always love me,&lt;br /&gt;even in my bad days,who never waive in supporting me &amp;amp; always being there.&lt;br /&gt;without you,i am nothing. without you,i wouldn't be here. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before, they had never found themselves broken together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Usually, it was one needing the other but not both needing each other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so there had been a way, by touching, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to borrow from the stronger one's strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And they had never understood, as they did now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the word horror meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sums out all that i have for 09',it's a lot to want to jot it down all here..&lt;br /&gt;and now,it adds another memory to my folder of yesteryears.. 2009.&lt;br /&gt;alhamdullilah,i am still breathing to embrace another year to live it.&lt;br /&gt;i won't let you down,ya allah. i won't waste my it &amp;amp; keep hiding from life.&lt;br /&gt;it's time to do something about it,it's time to get up and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and throughout everything,taufik batisah has never been a failure to me.&lt;br /&gt;i lived with his songs,and his songs always make me in peace,make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;makes me happy and sometimes,it takes the pain away a little.&lt;br /&gt;thank you,taufik batisah. you have never let me down whenever i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;when you were asked,5 years ago,why you should be chosen as SI,&lt;br /&gt;you said you wanted to inspire others with positive energy &amp;amp; you did it.&lt;br /&gt;truly,you did justice. i'll forever love you,taufik batisah. "I DREAM"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each time I told my story,I lost a bit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the smallest drop of pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1950415645056999212?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1950415645056999212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1950415645056999212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1950415645056999212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1950415645056999212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-goodbyethen.html' title='this is goodbye,then.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzwAoNLkUlI/AAAAAAAAFmE/wa9jCqxynKw/s72-c/HA6EiTMtQpkvjrppxb4TGcnto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8394029497797964452</id><published>2009-12-30T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T10:32:00.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last battle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzqztG5Bg0I/AAAAAAAAFl8/ba4xl5Ru0xs/s1600-h/z82660532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzqztG5Bg0I/AAAAAAAAFl8/ba4xl5Ru0xs/s320/z82660532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420842689019085634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's my philosophy on dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's important to have somebody that can make you laugh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somebody you can trust, somebody that, you know, turns you on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's really, really important that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these three people don't know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 2 days of 2009,that,unfortunately,i have been dreading much..&lt;br /&gt;it means the end of another year,the beginning of an au courant. 2010.&lt;br /&gt;time always past by us like a current that flows through a river,&lt;br /&gt;without us realizing,sometimes,it could create a majestic disaster,like floods.&lt;br /&gt;and how is that theory similar to a fresh start of a brand new year?&lt;br /&gt;we never realize it until it hits us until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what have i been doing these past few,most probably the last of 2009?&lt;br /&gt;i have been filling myself up with memories,it's like a representation to what,&lt;br /&gt;i used to be,to whom i used to have in my life,and to what i have achieved.&lt;br /&gt;some things you did which you're never proud of,ones you wish you could mend,&lt;br /&gt;but hey,that's life for you.. if you never fall,you'll never learn from the downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fact that you cannot kiss your elbow is enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to make you realize that some things seem to be so close,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet they are bound to be beyond your reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i may whine and rave about how the year's have gone past by us,&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for one thing until now,that i am still alive,still breathing..&lt;br /&gt;thankful that god has yet gave me another day to see the world,to live.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gratified to him that he stills give me until today to start fresh,move on.&lt;br /&gt;because,without him,we will never really be here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;everything has taught me that life is indeed precious &amp;amp; you should be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i go on with life,living my everyday,things may sometime take a turn...&lt;br /&gt;you hear about deaths,deaths of friends,family members,even celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;and then you think hard,you get caught by the moment.. life is short.&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know when he decided to take your life away,whether momentarily,&lt;br /&gt;or either way,he can lift up your life from you,any second,when he has to.&lt;br /&gt;and till now,i am still learning to live life as though there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bad thing about falling to pieces is that it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The good thing about it is that once you're lying there in shards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you've got nothing left to protect, and so you have no reason not to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so,here's to 2009,who have eventually,taught me little bits pieces of life.&lt;br /&gt;who yet again,may have disappoint me in a way,but i was never happier..&lt;br /&gt;thank you,2009. you have been a great year &amp;amp; i'm finally ready,to let go.&lt;br /&gt;to let go of the memories i had with you,of the things i used to have,back then.&lt;br /&gt;to you,for catechizing me the rules of life,falling down &amp;amp; getting up again,&lt;br /&gt;for the times i never treasured life,for the times i feel that life's unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how,no matter what,life would always be unfair &amp;amp; we'll have to learn.&lt;br /&gt;if life is full of fairness,we'll never learn the little bits &amp;amp; pieces of life..&lt;br /&gt;if life isn't tough,we won't be strong enough to withstand pain &amp;amp; cruelty of life.&lt;br /&gt;as weird as it may sound,i'm still learning too,still giving myself some time.&lt;br /&gt;like the americans say,"cut yourself some slack" thank you,life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To need someone more than you want is insecurity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To want someone more than you need them is lust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is when you need and want someone in your life in equal amounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8394029497797964452?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8394029497797964452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8394029497797964452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8394029497797964452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8394029497797964452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-battle.html' title='the last battle.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzqztG5Bg0I/AAAAAAAAFl8/ba4xl5Ru0xs/s72-c/z82660532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1256430070266193212</id><published>2009-12-29T11:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:21:06.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>embracing a new year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Szl-IyD7bCI/AAAAAAAAFl0/Dqg3ieIGf0c/s1600-h/z90444907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Szl-IyD7bCI/AAAAAAAAFl0/Dqg3ieIGf0c/s320/z90444907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420502315859405858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It seems like the simplest concept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just push everyone away, &amp;amp; you'll never get hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, the simplest isn't always the most effective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's another day,another antiquity. but somehow,i am not ready.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm trying to have faith,because without faith,we have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;the other side of things,i am going to be embracing a new year,2010.&lt;br /&gt;by april,i'll be 21. the key to life. the day i'll no longer be a "teenager"&lt;br /&gt;but hey,one can be young at heart.. can they? hehehehehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a part of me,as ready it is to grasp 2010 as it came by,i'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;i'm blanched overseeing the future,daunted over what will happen..&lt;br /&gt;but like they say,live in the present and don't fright over the future.&lt;br /&gt;because,you'll never know. no one can predict the future. no one,eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't go through the hard times, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you don't appreciate how good you really have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as good as i want to have allegiance in myself,in the incoming year,&lt;br /&gt;i can not ostracize of what i am going to be facing but i shall prohibit it.&lt;br /&gt;i am still young,still pubescent and insyallah,i have good things ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;because god never fails. he helps you when you're in need &amp;amp; he's always there.&lt;br /&gt;dear allah,i know you'll be there by my side. always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i,sometimes,feel like shrinking,felt like withering,like a dead flower..&lt;br /&gt;i can be up,full of energy that immerse through me but at one time,&lt;br /&gt;i can just dwindle and fall. weaken and weaken by the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An arrow can be shot only by pulling it backward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So when life is dragging you back with difficulties,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it means that it's going to launch you into something great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1256430070266193212?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1256430070266193212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1256430070266193212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1256430070266193212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1256430070266193212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/embracing-new-year.html' title='embracing a new year.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Szl-IyD7bCI/AAAAAAAAFl0/Dqg3ieIGf0c/s72-c/z90444907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8092935907727335477</id><published>2009-12-27T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:23:58.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiving yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Szba2wBcIjI/AAAAAAAAFls/jdI_h2C6KxU/s1600-h/DancingontheBeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Szba2wBcIjI/AAAAAAAAFls/jdI_h2C6KxU/s320/DancingontheBeach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419759835725701682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have to forgive yourself first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to thank &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;dear iyliee &lt;/span&gt;for all those encouraging yet inspiring quotes.&lt;br /&gt;it gets to me,somehow. it just invades my mind &amp;amp; made me think for a sec.&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness always starts by asking others for their forgiveness,but,&lt;br /&gt;it always has to start with yourself first &amp;amp; that's what i hadn't been able to.&lt;br /&gt;it's a matter of exculpation,eff.. you have to start with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a cooling,breezy and appeasing afternoon,don't you all think so?&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to having the blanket right up to my nose,even though,&lt;br /&gt;i am kind of wearing a pj. what? you may say.. this,you still want snow?&lt;br /&gt;lol. i still want snow &amp;amp; i literally can imagine myself with all that snow.. ((:&lt;br /&gt;it's tolerably alleviating.. peace. and i would love some of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were that breath of fresh air in my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and maybe that's why I'm finding it so hard to breathe now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a sunday and somewhat,i don't feel like a "normal sunday",you know?&lt;br /&gt;my more or less sunday is filled with fun,laughters,if not similar like that..&lt;br /&gt;but now,all i have is staying at home,minding my own business. but so what?&lt;br /&gt;i,to a certain extent,just love staying home,sometimes,or most of the times. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still am planning something for new year's eve because,i'm gonna be alone. ):&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna adopt me for that particular day? lol. "sounds like desperation."&lt;br /&gt;passably,i hope that plan will worked out &amp;amp; that i will at least have some fun. :p&lt;br /&gt;i realized something.. i love the :p emoticon. i canonize it more in msn.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;i keep ending my sentence with a :p if i meant to tease,or just being funny. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's such a lie that you should do what's in your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we all did what was in our hearts, the world would come to a halt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywise,i have conceivably maybe feeling a lot better than days ago,i think?&lt;br /&gt;i'm still trying,still disputing this martyr pain of myself with oneself.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll get better,i will. allah is always there for me,he's always there...&lt;br /&gt;and i believe that i can actually keep going on,even when i can't.&lt;br /&gt;thank you,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;iyliee&lt;/span&gt;. somehow or somewhat,we have a connection to feelings...&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The saddest things is that people get so used to their image, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They forget all about who they really are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8092935907727335477?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8092935907727335477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8092935907727335477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8092935907727335477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8092935907727335477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgiving-yourself.html' title='forgiving yourself.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Szba2wBcIjI/AAAAAAAAFls/jdI_h2C6KxU/s72-c/DancingontheBeach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-7108100265023918338</id><published>2009-12-26T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T12:06:42.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret island.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzWGu6ZV2EI/AAAAAAAAFlk/SlF883AaDes/s1600-h/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzWGu6ZV2EI/AAAAAAAAFlk/SlF883AaDes/s320/boat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419385867117910082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stories are, in one way or another, mirrors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We use them to explain to ourselves how the world works or how it doesn't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like mirrors, stories prepare us for the day to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They distract us from the things in the darkness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,is boxing day,a day after christmas and i should be shopping. )):&lt;br /&gt;because,usually,boxing day,there will lots of sale going around here &amp;amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately,i couldn't afford all that luxury right now,for i am broke.&lt;br /&gt;so,being the goody two shoes i am,i shall stay put at home... jeez.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time ever in my life,i was home on christmas &amp;amp; boxing day?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that,i shall not dampen my spirits.. i will not be home on new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;because then,would that be outrageously ridiculous &amp;amp; i wouldn't want to,&lt;br /&gt;spend my whole of 2010 being alone with no one there by my side.. )))):&lt;br /&gt;5 more days before the start of something new,something contemporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You fell in love with someone because of the tilt of his smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or because he could make you laugh, or in this case, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because he made you believe you were the only one who could save him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,out of curiosity, i went and look at the god's daily message on fb..&lt;br /&gt;conventionally,he's always right and sometimes,it made me cry so much.&lt;br /&gt;not because i loathe what it has to say,it's because it is concordant with facts.&lt;br /&gt; it says,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"it's time to stop going through the motions of living &amp;amp; start living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are you willing to do that now? or are you going to wait until all life energy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drains out of you &amp;amp; your loved ones who are trying to support you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at this very moment?"&lt;/span&gt; he's right. he's accurate. that's what i'm doing. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from right now on,i have particularly,a few more days before a new year.&lt;br /&gt;it's time for a fresh start,to start anew,to stop all this that i am having..&lt;br /&gt;but,who am i kidding right? i need time. time to heal. time to swallow it.&lt;br /&gt;with time,comes healing and after that,it would all be admissible. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;ya allah,i know you're there. please,help me through this hard times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is too ironic to fully understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It takes sadness to know what happiness is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noise to appreciate silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and absence to value presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-7108100265023918338?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/7108100265023918338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=7108100265023918338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7108100265023918338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7108100265023918338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/secret-island.html' title='the secret island.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzWGu6ZV2EI/AAAAAAAAFlk/SlF883AaDes/s72-c/boat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8385000798414693341</id><published>2009-12-25T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T12:15:54.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another mountain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzQ0sJv2F_I/AAAAAAAAFlc/_pQpdVdk_i0/s1600-h/kidandsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzQ0sJv2F_I/AAAAAAAAFlc/_pQpdVdk_i0/s320/kidandsnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419014184769034226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was a time where I stayed up til 1 or 2 to figure out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the reason why I fell in love with you I used to have a grip on everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now what I know is all that's left of me and what I can't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this christmas morning,all i am feeling is grieve,which i don't quite get it.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,it's christmas,it's suppose to be my favorite holiday and such,&lt;br /&gt;but when i woke up to the sun shining through my bedroom window,&lt;br /&gt;all i want is to curl up in that old-fashioned way of crying and cry.&lt;br /&gt;this whole thing i'm feeling,is nothing new,life's funny like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then,dear santa,couldn't you at least plaster a smile across my face today?&lt;br /&gt;did i asked you for too much? all i want is my dear old insane self back.. )):&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing grip and i can't figure out what's happening to me,i don't.&lt;br /&gt;but if dear god,if you're here hearing this,help me through this. i need it.&lt;br /&gt;this thing i'm going through,it's not simple and it's not just a flicker of fear,&lt;br /&gt;it's something huge and it's ravishing my thoughts,playing with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Worry about your character not your reputation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because your character is who you really are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and your reputation is simply what others think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow,i wish i was in the states where it was apparently,snowing now...&lt;br /&gt;maybe,with all that snow,i could just stroll down central park and perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;decipher what's beclouding my mind and dampen my spirits,my inconstancy.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to perceive this subsistence of this matter that has to go away..&lt;br /&gt;truly,i am going to die of exhaustion,due to crying and collapsing so much.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could conjecture all of this discernment &amp;amp; just be normal again. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it involves my future,my whole life,down the road,from here on.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't go on,running away,keep preventing people i love,away from me.&lt;br /&gt;the more i went on like this,the more i'll be disintegrated and once it gets,&lt;br /&gt;overwhelmed,i certainly won't know what will actually happen to me...&lt;br /&gt;all i need now,is possibly,a shot of miracle. something to keep me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you have to give up on people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone that is in your journey is meant to be in your journey, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but not everyone is meant to stay there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8385000798414693341?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8385000798414693341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8385000798414693341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8385000798414693341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8385000798414693341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-mountain.html' title='another mountain.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzQ0sJv2F_I/AAAAAAAAFlc/_pQpdVdk_i0/s72-c/kidandsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8050264209352617441</id><published>2009-12-23T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:02:55.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show me the meaning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzINYF-BCbI/AAAAAAAAFlU/2S89xu3UQTs/s1600-h/girl-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzINYF-BCbI/AAAAAAAAFlU/2S89xu3UQTs/s320/girl-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418408009250441650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are so many people out there who will tell you that you can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's your job to turn round and say “watch me”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently listening to backstreet boys! heee haww! they're coming here! (:&lt;br /&gt;i have always loved bsb and what do you expect when i grew up with their songs.&lt;br /&gt;and i will never get bored with them,whatever people wanna say bout them..&lt;br /&gt;lol yeah! they're coming &amp;amp; there's always an issue with the money. damn.&lt;br /&gt;muse coming,paramore is coming and all the great bands! goddamnit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so obsessed with snow,i think? or more like obsessed with the states. lol.&lt;br /&gt;new york,more like it. it is morning now,there &amp;amp; snowing &amp;amp; 3 bloody degrees celcius.&lt;br /&gt;jeez. what's more,it's almost christmas eve tomorrow but i don't feel it. )):&lt;br /&gt;this year,not only am i spending christmas alone,new year's too. sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i am the most loneliest idiot geek ever &amp;amp; i don't want it to be like that!!!&lt;br /&gt;how you spend your new year's eve,is how your whole year will look like.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow,i have tested that theory for almost 2 years now. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love means holding on to someone just as hard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as you can because if you don't, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one blink and they might disappear...forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow,i think i got it. pain comes from keeping the pain a secret.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't do it,i won't let it out... i am stubborn like that but i just can't.&lt;br /&gt;i guess,yes,it's right.. keeping the pain is making it more painful to let go.&lt;br /&gt;but then,until then,i won't learn how to let go and move on,do i?&lt;br /&gt;still,i can't do this. no matter how hard i tried,i kept running away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a month now,i am still searching and hopefully,insyallah soon.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not tired of searching and won't be tired of it but it gets restless. )):&lt;br /&gt;jeez. i can't seem to see what's my future like.. it's kinda bleak. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;oh well,whatever it is,i do not want to care about it. it feels so,i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. weak. weakening. and weakened now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two of the hardest tests in life: The patience to wait for the right moment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the courage to accept that you've waited for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8050264209352617441?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8050264209352617441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8050264209352617441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8050264209352617441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8050264209352617441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/show-me-meaning.html' title='show me the meaning.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SzINYF-BCbI/AAAAAAAAFlU/2S89xu3UQTs/s72-c/girl-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-664840961561673986</id><published>2009-12-17T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:17:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pushing daisies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sym7oL_yveI/AAAAAAAAFlM/C8KioT-xgtQ/s1600-h/rqheader3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sym7oL_yveI/AAAAAAAAFlM/C8KioT-xgtQ/s320/rqheader3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416066325979250146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jealousy is just a way of telling someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you care too much to let them go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it's thursday and tomorrow is finally,thank god it's friday! wooohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;saturday and time for parteeeyyy with the kiddos! lol. lmao,eh? :P&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i keep listening to jiwang songs.. sigh sigh. saddening.&lt;br /&gt;like right now,am listening to newboyz-sejarah mungkin berulang! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;kental? i know. but somehow,tomok songs bring a lot of memories.. ):&lt;br /&gt;and by a lot,i mean really a lot swimming through my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was one of the days that i felt that it hit a nerve,really. )))):&lt;br /&gt;i don't know it was a joke when i was just blogging about you,earlier.....&lt;br /&gt;and there you were,yesterday. i chose to ignore,you choose to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;but i knew you know it was me and you wanted to call out but i know.. =/&lt;br /&gt;i know. you're in a better place and i'm truly happy for you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The expected is what we live for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The unexpected is what changes our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeez. it's scary.. it's going to be 2010 already!!! argh,i am so not ready! ):&lt;br /&gt;i'm still living in 2009 right now and i do not want it to end so soon after......&lt;br /&gt;sigh. but i guess,that's life,huh? just by a blink of the eye.&lt;br /&gt;but as terrified as i may be,i'm willing to embrace 2010 with a welcome.&lt;br /&gt;i'll held my head up high and brace through another year of obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy is supposed to be off today but then again,a police officer.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rolls eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you expect? you will be called back with either,this or that or anything.&lt;br /&gt;today is MIL's birthday! hehehehe. i have already given her present,yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? SHE LOVED IT! rofl. i am glad she loved her present! (((:&lt;br /&gt;well,maybe going to celebrate her birthday today,or later on sunday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stories are, in one way or another, mirrors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We use them to explain to ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;how the world works or how it doesn't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like mirrors, stories prepare us for the day to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They distract us from the things in the darkness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-664840961561673986?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/664840961561673986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=664840961561673986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/664840961561673986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/664840961561673986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/pushing-daisies.html' title='pushing daisies.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sym7oL_yveI/AAAAAAAAFlM/C8KioT-xgtQ/s72-c/rqheader3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1978453347671334341</id><published>2009-12-16T12:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:24:22.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyhoAcr7G5I/AAAAAAAAFlE/gLoHe9J-3xM/s1600-h/z196381206.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyhoAcr7G5I/AAAAAAAAFlE/gLoHe9J-3xM/s320/z196381206.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415692908822731666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen, the truth is,nothing is guaranteed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so don't be afraid, be alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's wednesday,wednesday.. sheesh! already?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*GROANS* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies and i seem that i'm just stagnant at a place. not moving.&lt;br /&gt;well.. whatever! i am not gonna think about anything. just live it. :P&lt;br /&gt;i am currently listening to leona lewis theme song for AVATAR.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;"I SEE YOU." lol. i've always loved her.. but that movie's kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep listening to simple plan "untitled".. it kind of bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;i have the urge to search for my very,very old mp3 that i bought with....... ):&lt;br /&gt;sigh. see? everything has memories &amp;amp; it's kind of sad,really. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;my very first mp3,bought with him.. the same colour,the same model &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;and it has almost the same songs,except his are techno,mostly.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. and i know,you're out there,almost kind of married.&lt;br /&gt;wherever you are,i'll always remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I said you never mattered, that I never lost a moment of sleep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I crushed all your dreams, broke all the promises I swore I'd keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me how your life would be, if I did to you what you did to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a family chalet this saturday till monday &amp;amp; i'm looking forward. ((:&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i meet all the little cuzzies and i love quality time!&lt;br /&gt;this sunday,is my MIL birthday's. hahahahaha! i need to buy for her something!&lt;br /&gt;well,i had something in mind already... it's a no brainer,actually. :P&lt;br /&gt;for MIL,it's either handbags,scarfs,brooches... and what? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy,is either sleeping or i don't know what he's doing!!! GOOD GOD.&lt;br /&gt;he always doze off without warning,without even texting me first.. tsskk!&lt;br /&gt;i cannot literally blame him since he just came back from night shift,&lt;br /&gt;but i can always scold him either way... haaaarrrr deeee haaarrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's indeed annoying when memories of someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who has decided to keep distance is constantly nagging you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't we just erase them in our minds to prevent us from reminiscing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all, no matter how happy these memories are, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all they bring is pain knowing the fact that they're just all part of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1978453347671334341?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1978453347671334341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1978453347671334341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1978453347671334341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1978453347671334341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled.html' title='untitled.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyhoAcr7G5I/AAAAAAAAFlE/gLoHe9J-3xM/s72-c/z196381206.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2670079209780213207</id><published>2009-12-15T14:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:55:01.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cruelty of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SycsSJ_5TxI/AAAAAAAAFk8/HGQNEt6KW7w/s1600-h/banner2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SycsSJ_5TxI/AAAAAAAAFk8/HGQNEt6KW7w/s320/banner2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415345767369494290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think when you are young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are hoping that this person will be the right one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one you are going to be in love with forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But sometimes you want that so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you create something that isn't really there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a tuesday and yipeee! finally,the pay is in! thank god,cos i'm broke!&lt;br /&gt;and well,i would be broke after this,after i paid all the frigging bills. ):&lt;br /&gt;but all is well! look at the bright side of life... nananananananananana!&lt;br /&gt;as much as i want to, all i want right now is a shot of miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,i am thinking of going to the gym but something stopped me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;because,the boy won't be there to accompany me! but,there's the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;haaarr deee haarrr. well,we'll see &amp;amp; hopefully,i will get me to exercise!&lt;br /&gt;oh please,i am getting fatter &amp;amp; i hope not to continue that. BLUEEEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be so blue, I know what you're going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hitting walls and getting scars only makes you who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how much your heart is aching, there is beauty in the breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wait,i get so FUCKING INFURIATED WHEN I SEE THIS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;look down below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sycr4zzYLUI/AAAAAAAAFk0/WUF4oncFd14/s1600-h/SafeRedirect2.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sycr4zzYLUI/AAAAAAAAFk0/WUF4oncFd14/s320/SafeRedirect2.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415345331914681666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SycryEku7vI/AAAAAAAAFks/Xjd-2jVX7Ys/s1600-h/SafeRedirect1.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SycryEku7vI/AAAAAAAAFks/Xjd-2jVX7Ys/s320/SafeRedirect1.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415345216157576946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SycrtM1RHUI/AAAAAAAAFkk/LVsZMLV2O9c/s1600-h/SafeRedirect.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SycrtM1RHUI/AAAAAAAAFkk/LVsZMLV2O9c/s320/SafeRedirect.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415345132475063618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's an email i received,earlier today and fuck,was i fucking angry!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK,SERIOUSLY DUDES?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;you denmarks,shame on yourself! it's fucking dolphins,they are harmless..&lt;br /&gt;dudes,they are fucking harmless &amp;amp; they have nothing wrong to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;killing the HUNDREDS of the famous &amp;amp; intelligent calderon dolphins?????!&lt;br /&gt;and the worst of all,they did this EVERY FUCKING YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;and the ones who are doing this cruelness are the fucking teens.. TEENS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best of all,most of them are participating one way or another,&lt;br /&gt;looking or helping killing these harmless dolphins.. what the fuck,ya all?!&lt;br /&gt;like all the species of dolphins,they are near extinction &amp;amp; they are friendly!&lt;br /&gt;and the "FUN?!" they are not killed instantly! you know what and how?&lt;br /&gt;they're cut 1,2,3 times with thick hocks! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL....!&lt;br /&gt;fuck,seriously... i almost cried viewing the pictures of this cruelty. ))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't try to explain your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know what's happening here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One minute it's love and suddenly it's like a battlefield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. aren't they anymore loving,sane human beings in this world,no more?&lt;br /&gt;why kill animals? why kill lovable,almost extinct animals?? have you no shame?&lt;br /&gt;suddenly,i had a sudden urge to be an activist &amp;amp; stop all this cruelty around..&lt;br /&gt;sigh. it hurts me to see,it aches my heart. seriously. all this cruelness. )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You look at me and smile and I wonder, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have you ever smiled like that to anyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2670079209780213207?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2670079209780213207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2670079209780213207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2670079209780213207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2670079209780213207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/cruelty-of-life.html' title='the cruelty of life.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SycsSJ_5TxI/AAAAAAAAFk8/HGQNEt6KW7w/s72-c/banner2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-9006319213100862145</id><published>2009-12-14T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:37:57.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad romance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyXidpQ3mQI/AAAAAAAAFkU/vg6cfOG5id0/s1600-h/Sky_by_RockerRose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyXidpQ3mQI/AAAAAAAAFkU/vg6cfOG5id0/s320/Sky_by_RockerRose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414983125903579394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Treat people as you would like to be treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karma's only a bitch if you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little miss red is here,like i've predicted. mood swings,always parched.&lt;br /&gt;the loads of crying,the non-stop whining and getting upset &amp;amp; mad. =/&lt;br /&gt;oh,what the hell. today sucks,everything feels so sucky right now.&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all,it's our 41st. right. so much for it,huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossip girl marathon is up since i have nothing much to do &amp;amp; besides,&lt;br /&gt;new episodes would only air MARCH 2010! WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;i know,i know. and until then,gossip girl marathon is on forever! haha..&lt;br /&gt;oh chuck bass,what would i do then without you until march?&lt;br /&gt;heee heee heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think the best and most precious things in life are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big warm hugs, passionate kisses, the smell of rain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daydreaming, walking through a field of wildflowers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiles from anyone, particularly strangers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soft cushy pillows, anything chocolate, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and lastly, being loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyXmTZ_svXI/AAAAAAAAFkc/q4C6XqyZpIU/s1600-h/432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyXmTZ_svXI/AAAAAAAAFkc/q4C6XqyZpIU/s320/432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414987348052852082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in the mean time..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy 41st,you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it may seems like a lot right now,everything here &amp;amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;but i know,you'll stand by me through whatever,whenever &amp;amp; forever..&lt;br /&gt;but,until we can figure this out,this thing we're going through,&lt;br /&gt;we can't move on. we'll be stagnant at one place. just there &amp;amp; never moving.&lt;br /&gt;for the record,i love you. will always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's monday blues with menses cramps and mood swings. wow. great!&lt;br /&gt;ever wonder why i don't like mondays? it's always this,this,this &amp;amp; this!!!&lt;br /&gt;i should stop raving,shall i? before i turn this into a ravage entry,&lt;br /&gt;with loads of curse words and much much more frightening eff.&lt;br /&gt;haaarrr deee haaarrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not about the big things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The great gestures, the public displays of affection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all the small things, pieced together one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a puzzle,it's no fun unless the pieces are small and the challenge is high. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The little things in life are what makes life worth living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Making memories, one step at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-9006319213100862145?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/9006319213100862145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=9006319213100862145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/9006319213100862145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/9006319213100862145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-romance.html' title='bad romance.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyXidpQ3mQI/AAAAAAAAFkU/vg6cfOG5id0/s72-c/Sky_by_RockerRose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2112977148774496391</id><published>2009-12-13T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:46:42.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never run right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyTsS25wn3I/AAAAAAAAFkM/fkD-709FT5A/s1600-h/edleight04.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyTsS25wn3I/AAAAAAAAFkM/fkD-709FT5A/s320/edleight04.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414712460725755762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Set your standards high and never settle for less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe in yourself no matter what, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but don't worry if you stray because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the most important thing is that you've learned along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take all you've become to be all that you can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soar high above the clouds, and let your dreams be set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday. i have nothing more to say. i'm numb. clouded with thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is in a whirlwind,i don't want to even think but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye by miley cyrus keep playing on repeat. what does it means?&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucked up right now,i wish i could just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this thing,it isn't normal. i keep having it,keep on and it goes on &amp;amp; on.&lt;br /&gt;ya allah,i know you're there &amp;amp; you'll always be there,stand by me.......&lt;br /&gt;all i want is your guidance now,all i need is a light from you to guide me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only reason we hold back is because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we think we have an endless amount of chances, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or that there will always be one more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But as time disappears into the past and life goes on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those chances will run out and you'll either live, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with eternal happiness for being brave, or eternal regret for holding back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2112977148774496391?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2112977148774496391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2112977148774496391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2112977148774496391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2112977148774496391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/never-run-right.html' title='never run right.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyTsS25wn3I/AAAAAAAAFkM/fkD-709FT5A/s72-c/edleight04.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-7184199431186077825</id><published>2009-12-12T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:12:21.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to love and honour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyMUerXypWI/AAAAAAAAFkE/Pk1rbKw4ojg/s1600-h/z196405767.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyMUerXypWI/AAAAAAAAFkE/Pk1rbKw4ojg/s320/z196405767.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414193694300611938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't force your feelings, I can't make you love me if you don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure we both can pretend, but that would be anything but fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is 12/12/2009. i wish i could just speed the time to 12/12/12. ((:&lt;br /&gt;but then again,just let me enjoy these few moments of my life. heeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;today's saturday &amp;amp; i'm feeling loads better maybe cos,we're going swimming..&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. i haven't been swimming for ages &amp;amp; i don't have a swimsuit! GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr,i wish i could just wear shorts &amp;amp; t-shirt like at malaysia. booohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. the boy just came back from his night shift &amp;amp; obviously,snoring now!&lt;br /&gt;he says that around 2pm,he would wake up.. well,let's see okay? i doubt it!&lt;br /&gt;right now,all i want is to update before my internet gets cut off. dang.&lt;br /&gt;plus,it's a nice date aniways... hehehehehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can close your eyes for the things you don't want to see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can cover your ears for things you don't want to hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can shut your mouth and act like you don't know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you can't deny what was really there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to our.. 41st! i guess,time just flies.. it really does.&lt;br /&gt;but alhamdullilah,our relationship is still going on strong &amp;amp; it will.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't bought him anything cos i am broke! HAHA. sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i guess,i would make something custom made,with love and care. heeee.&lt;br /&gt;a card,something,something.. i failed at creativity,if you wanna know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got an interview on monday,it's part time &amp;amp; i guess,i shall try it first.&lt;br /&gt;for the mean time before i found a better paying one,why not right?&lt;br /&gt;at least,there's money in my bank rather than zilch. so,why not go for it?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not some rich born spoil brat with fathers paying for everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ROLLS EYES*&lt;/span&gt; i'm not jealous,just don't show off this &amp;amp; that.. please.&lt;br /&gt;your FATHER worked for it,NOT YOU. tsssskkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shower the people you love with love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show them the way that you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-7184199431186077825?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/7184199431186077825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=7184199431186077825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7184199431186077825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7184199431186077825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-love-and-honour.html' title='to love and honour.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyMUerXypWI/AAAAAAAAFkE/Pk1rbKw4ojg/s72-c/z196405767.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-3955047375263581605</id><published>2009-12-11T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T10:59:43.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end of it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyGnGYdof_I/AAAAAAAAFj8/6C-pwrLL1fw/s1600-h/z206196127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyGnGYdof_I/AAAAAAAAFj8/6C-pwrLL1fw/s320/z206196127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413791955163840498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be happy tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be happy when you get through your list of things to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be happy when you meet the one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be happy when you get the right job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be happy when you get that raise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be happy when you stop buying the things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you need and start buying the things you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be happy when you retire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be happy when the weather suits you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can be happy on a plane. You can be happy in the rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or you can stop reading this, take a deep breath, and be happy right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday and i'm supposed to be tgif gleefulness today but nah. =/&lt;br /&gt;either i'm frustated at facebook for being such a bitch,slow like hell.&lt;br /&gt;or that,i'm just not feeling well with maybe down with chickenpox.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because,the damn pay is not in yet! what the hell?! fucking slow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm downright broke. pissed off. couldn't care less and sick. GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. because my pay's not in,the bill's not paid. they gonna cut it. )):&lt;br /&gt;that means,no internet,no hp,no house phone. right. thanks alot huh.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could just stop everything in this world that needs money.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell,i can only dream on. come on eff,you're tough &amp;amp; you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knowing that something won't happen won't make you want it less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resume is done and soon,i'll be applying for jobs. i can't wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;well,i can wait. but the piling up of bills and whatnots,certainly can't. =/&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish,money would just fall off the sky already!!!! dream on.&lt;br /&gt;well,my dream to be a millionaire is not crush,i'm still on the road to it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook is such a bitch when it comes to uploading photos. jeeeeez!&lt;br /&gt;i loathe it. i really do. how many times i have to keep repeating?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i need to upload the photos before my internet gets cut off. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;that's the other bitchy thing,i need to call my old workplace to check,&lt;br /&gt;whether have they mailed my cheque or they have forgotten. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately about taking chances, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and how it's really just about overcoming your fears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because the truth is, every time you take a big risk in your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no matter how it ends up, you're always glad you took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't see me updating these few days after tomorrow,that means..&lt;br /&gt;HAAAARRR DEEE HAARRRR. they have already cut off my line. ))):&lt;br /&gt;damn the pay,damn singtel. well,i'll be back. no worries. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;once i get my pay,i'll be damn broke again &amp;amp; there will be no pay for me.&lt;br /&gt;great. great. great. life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess when you're young, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you just believe there be many people with whom you'll connect with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Later in life, you realize it only happens a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-3955047375263581605?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/3955047375263581605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=3955047375263581605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3955047375263581605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3955047375263581605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-end-of-it.html' title='at the end of it.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyGnGYdof_I/AAAAAAAAFj8/6C-pwrLL1fw/s72-c/z206196127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1327866237365964901</id><published>2009-12-10T19:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:27:17.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDh9yVbmnI/AAAAAAAAFj0/cEJ_0RqiKWs/s1600-h/z195449171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDh9yVbmnI/AAAAAAAAFj0/cEJ_0RqiKWs/s320/z195449171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413575203699268210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone,i'm back from my holiday with the boy &amp;amp; his family. (:&lt;br /&gt;it was great,stress reliever and finally,i'm back to face with reality!! jeez.&lt;br /&gt;trip to cameron highlands,perak,penang,pulau pangkor &amp;amp; lumut.&lt;br /&gt;finally,the last day was to the boy's auntie's kampung at johor.&lt;br /&gt;somehow,i found peace. i find myself not stressing myself everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am on a journey of rediscovering myself. but where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;i have been feeling lost. i don't know who i am anymore. i'm not me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where the eff that used to be went to? where is she,dear god?&lt;br /&gt;i know you will guide me through this,i know you will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The saddest thing in the world is,&lt;br /&gt;loving someone who used to love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDeBdbBC6I/AAAAAAAAFjU/N0UaxkR7kO0/s1600-h/427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDeBdbBC6I/AAAAAAAAFjU/N0UaxkR7kO0/s320/427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413570868758514594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDe_TrtDJI/AAAAAAAAFjc/WYO1rujUTsw/s1600-h/247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDe_TrtDJI/AAAAAAAAFjc/WYO1rujUTsw/s320/247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413571931296042130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDf-a2AIDI/AAAAAAAAFjk/ob3jVmuQEZQ/s1600-h/218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDf-a2AIDI/AAAAAAAAFjk/ob3jVmuQEZQ/s320/218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413573015550042162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDhQOspotI/AAAAAAAAFjs/wmH_gPYWrbA/s1600-h/266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDhQOspotI/AAAAAAAAFjs/wmH_gPYWrbA/s320/266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413574421038867154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so,i guess,just a few pictures here.. i am so lazy to upload the bunch of it!&lt;br /&gt;as so it seems,it can be viewed at facebook. DUH. hahaha. of course! :P&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can just go back &amp;amp; never come back. well,that would be new york.&lt;br /&gt;it is still my dream place &amp;amp; i know,i will get there,somehow,someday.&lt;br /&gt;who says one can't dream,huh? well. we all can dream &amp;amp; focus on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been avoiding life. i have been avoiding everyone,to say it.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what's wrong with me anymore nor care what is.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that i could just make it all go away but that's just wishing.&lt;br /&gt;life's tough and you have to toughen it up,eff. you always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The closer it is to forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the harder it is to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have chickenpox and it is so not cool! seriously,dude. please.&lt;br /&gt;the symptoms are there. i have not been feeling well,headaches and such.&lt;br /&gt;and things like pimples been popping out &amp;amp; i can't stop scratching!!! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it. i hate it. i don't like it. my face,especially. omg,i hate the face!! ):&lt;br /&gt;it's like pimples but worse,if you scratch,the scars would be there for LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to the polyclinic tomorrow &amp;amp; hopefully,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cross fingers*&lt;/span&gt;,it's not that.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope it's rashes but i doubt it. god. so saddening. i loathe it,very much. ):&lt;br /&gt;if it is what it is,2 weeks of imprisonment at home without going out. =/&lt;br /&gt;how can i imagine life like that?!!!!! WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a difference between giving up &amp;amp; letting go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giving up is sacrificing what is rightfully yours, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letting go is forgetting what was never yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1327866237365964901?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1327866237365964901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1327866237365964901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1327866237365964901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1327866237365964901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye.html' title='goodbye.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SyDh9yVbmnI/AAAAAAAAFj0/cEJ_0RqiKWs/s72-c/z195449171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-416029744410090363</id><published>2009-12-02T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:03:33.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the meaning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SxYae3RxhXI/AAAAAAAAFjM/yMawQ4a88pI/s1600-h/z206071669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I want to be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2nd of December and i'm reeling! tonight's the night. har har har.&lt;br /&gt;yeah right,so much for excited.. i'm more nervous that reeling it in. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;i have been listening to bsb since just now. my god. so much fond memories..&lt;br /&gt;right now,all i need is dosage of memories,happy thoughts &amp;amp; the past.&lt;br /&gt;not the past as in past. but you know,happy happy times.. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss school. i miss me. i miss being thin. i miss being free.&lt;br /&gt;i went through the thousands of pictures on my desktop,yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;it brought me back to the times where i was still in school,pizzahut &amp;amp; such.&lt;br /&gt;if only i could turn back time,i would go back and relive all those moments.&lt;br /&gt;nothing,nothing can ever take all those memories away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess a big part of growing up is dealing with regret.Swallowing your pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are some things in life you can't go back &amp;amp; change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no matter how much you want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that day I was finally forced to grow up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to leave the past behind, for one final time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bags are packed,sort of. jeez. i don't know what to bring. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;hope there's wireless connection at Cameron highlands or i'll cry. ))):&lt;br /&gt;well,after that would be perak,pulau pangkor i think? i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. sometimes i wish someone would just take me to new york already!!&lt;br /&gt;these few days,i keep looking up the apartments there,&amp;amp; boy,expensive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter,no matter,i shall keep on believing and i'll reach there,somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back on the 8th,insyallah. safely in singapore. just pray for my well being. (:&lt;br /&gt;hopefully,*cross fingers*,i would be online in msn,facebook or updating. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;that is,if there's wireless connection in malaysia. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ROLLS EYES* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss me when i'm gone? xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-416029744410090363?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/416029744410090363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=416029744410090363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/416029744410090363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/416029744410090363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/meaning.html' title='the meaning.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SxYae3RxhXI/AAAAAAAAFjM/yMawQ4a88pI/s72-c/z206071669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-459498613884887105</id><published>2009-12-01T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:23:36.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i love you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SxToLCXZclI/AAAAAAAAFi8/AiO0ZORWgyg/s1600/z155574047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SxToLCXZclI/AAAAAAAAFi8/AiO0ZORWgyg/s320/z155574047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410204328690020946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't waste your time regretting all your wrongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know that in the end, you'll get what your heart longs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try not to risk it all; don't stumble; don't fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take the time to read the writings on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold your head high; don't be afraid to say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since my latest update. heh. well,here i am though. (:&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm not used to my lappy,or too much doing researching. lol.&lt;br /&gt;life's been here &amp;amp; there. still finding my solace in things. peace.&lt;br /&gt;i do not deny that it is tough. it is taking it's toll on me,but not gonna give up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still going to stand strong,be determined and find a way. i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,i would be going on a holiday! yipeee! except,with the IL.&lt;br /&gt;well,kinda awkward &amp;amp; i would be restraining myself often. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kind of nervous,scared and everything mixed all together.. my first kay!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm gonna meet his aunts,uncles and blah blah blah. dang.&lt;br /&gt;kuala lumpur,cameron highlands,perak... wow. best! heeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay true and be you. do everything there is to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live life to the fullest and never look back -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a reason for the future and a reason for the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love til it hurts; laugh til you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meanwhile,today was just gossip girl marathon all the way! :P&lt;br /&gt;since the new ep of season 3 is not air yet,i relived season 2... heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i just couldn't get enough of CHUCK BASS! kinda miss him being the villain..&lt;br /&gt;but season 3,he's been more charming,more handsome,more romantic!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and to say,super sexy and hell sweetness!!!!! YUMMMMYYYYYLICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not been rotting at home,kinda get into business,more like it?&lt;br /&gt;been writing,been doing articles for true blood! i'm officially a beginner writer.&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you guys the link when i get better &amp;amp; not lamer when i write... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;also,been researching so much on certain internet marketing &amp;amp; such.&lt;br /&gt;see? it's not all it seems to be. I AM NOT ROTTING AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when your life flashes before you die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be happy for what you've done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be happy for what you've overcome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And most of all, be proud of what you've become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime,i shall pack up my bags to get ready to leave,tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it's december already! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*GROANS*&lt;/span&gt; oh,btw,HAPPY DECEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;i know,i know. tell me about it! it all seems so fast. we're saying goodbye to 2009!&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be 2010... my god! it's only yesterday that i'm embracing 09. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;guess that time really flies without us noticing it or either way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what,i'm ready to welcome the new year,not. well,just not yet.&lt;br /&gt;let me reminisce and see what i have done in 2009 &amp;amp; look upon it..&lt;br /&gt;i will pray that 2010 will be a start of something new,something old.&lt;br /&gt;hello december,let's roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I live in notes and photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and everything I'm holding back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you're the words that weren't enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-459498613884887105?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/459498613884887105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=459498613884887105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/459498613884887105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/459498613884887105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-love-you.html' title='if i love you..'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SxToLCXZclI/AAAAAAAAFi8/AiO0ZORWgyg/s72-c/z155574047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-6619352568743347009</id><published>2009-11-21T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:32:16.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SweTbVRE4yI/AAAAAAAAFi0/N36cI0q-HQI/s1600/2jdjtdt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SweTbVRE4yI/AAAAAAAAFi0/N36cI0q-HQI/s320/2jdjtdt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406451975456088866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you only find a few people in this world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a few people who will tell you they love you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and actually mean it with all their heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't forget those people who stood by you through it all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the special few that were there for you until the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey,it's almost the end of november &amp;amp; here i am,updating after all. :P&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i update isn't it? i miss blogging. my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;my lappy hasn't been fully refurbished with my documents &amp;amp; pictures.&lt;br /&gt;so right now,i'm using the old desktop &amp;amp; updating pictures &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;just be patient with me,hehehehehehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's life so far? promising,but what's life without its unfairness huh?&lt;br /&gt;life always has it mysteries,its ups &amp;amp; downs,everything that you have to endure.&lt;br /&gt;you get it don't you? well,for the moment,i am contented. alhamdullilah.&lt;br /&gt;my family is in good shape,me and the boy are on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully,there will be more good news to come in the future. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes, no matter how much faith we have, we lose people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you never forget them, and sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's those memories that give us the strength go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,was my secondary school's reunion dinner aka alumni.&lt;br /&gt;it was great seeing everyone after how many goddamn long years..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even though it was incomplete with people missing,still. it's as good.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully,*cross fingers* that,the years to come,we're still as one.&lt;br /&gt;last night made me realized that i truly missed school. i miss all those times..&lt;br /&gt;and i would really do anything to go back &amp;amp; rewind all of them,bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;sure,i may have regrets along the way but,that what makes me now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my friends are somewhat in the right track,some working,some schooling.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was still in school &amp;amp; it's never too old to learn.. i know. i will do it.&lt;br /&gt;who knows what the future holds? but am glad as hell that i'm still coping.&lt;br /&gt;life's short,life's precious &amp;amp; i somehow learnt my lesson after a friend's accident.&lt;br /&gt;that i can never take life ever so lightly &amp;amp; even at any age or time,you may go.&lt;br /&gt;sure,life's funny,life's a bit harsh. but there's no reason not to treasure it,right?&lt;br /&gt;as day goes by,i have tried to accept my life as it is,love it willingly...&lt;br /&gt;who knows,you might be the next to go.......?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendship means understanding, not agreement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it means forgiveness, not forgetting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it means the memories last, even if contact is lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall update soon &amp;amp; more regularly,as usual. i promise! (:&lt;br /&gt;once i have done updating my lappy with pictures &amp;amp; such,i will...&lt;br /&gt;for now,updates are always available at facebook! HAHA. mostly,status.&lt;br /&gt;whatnots &amp;amp; pictures... hahaha. so well,till then.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends are the ones, who, if you had nothing but them- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'd still have it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-6619352568743347009?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/6619352568743347009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=6619352568743347009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6619352568743347009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6619352568743347009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/11/breaking.html' title='breaking.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SweTbVRE4yI/AAAAAAAAFi0/N36cI0q-HQI/s72-c/2jdjtdt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8254596354238040314</id><published>2009-10-14T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:52:21.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/StWoyHk95CI/AAAAAAAAFic/M8JV_OtVvpk/s1600-h/z148388426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/StWoyHk95CI/AAAAAAAAFic/M8JV_OtVvpk/s320/z148388426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392401707827061794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The thing about addiction is, it never ends well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because eventually, whatever it is that was getting us high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stops feeling good, and starts to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still, they say you don't kick the habit until you hit rock bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But how do you know when you are there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because no matter how badly a thing is hurting us, sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letting it go hurts even worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd day off before tomorrow,because it's the last day!!!! ))):&lt;br /&gt;boohooo. time flies very fast. i hate it,i hate it. please freeze the time.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. facebook is annoying the hell out of me,lagging shits. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;jeez. it seems that facebook has already became my life. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy and i,we had a wonderful celebration together. heeeee. ((:&lt;br /&gt;more,to be elaborate at my lj. i'm glad the boy love my presents..&lt;br /&gt;and he was smiling,smiling &amp;amp; smiling my favorite smileeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so elated that i made his 21st birthday an unforgettable one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to look up at the stars for answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because they know me best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/StWoiN5HKuI/AAAAAAAAFiU/e_a-sseduMU/s1600-h/DSCN3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/StWoiN5HKuI/AAAAAAAAFiU/e_a-sseduMU/s320/DSCN3558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392401434644261602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy 39th,you.&lt;/span&gt; we have come to the month,yet again.&lt;br /&gt;and here we are still,holding on and going on strong for each other.&lt;br /&gt;my love for you still remains the same,stronger everyday it seems.&lt;br /&gt;people say,after they reach a certain time,love will fade... but,no.&lt;br /&gt;we may be naive at some points of time,but i believe we can go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 months,i still have butterflies in my stomach whenever you smile.&lt;br /&gt;i still feel that like a part of me is missing when i don't see you for a day.&lt;br /&gt;when i don't see you for 3 days &amp;amp; then i saw you after,i feel like it's the first time.&lt;br /&gt;this may be mushy,or whatever you may want to say but i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you,despite everything we have gone through. i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;and i will continue to love you,till the end of time. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loss: something inevitable and indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leaving you without hope, and without love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8254596354238040314?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8254596354238040314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8254596354238040314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8254596354238040314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8254596354238040314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/10/39th.html' title='39th.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/StWoyHk95CI/AAAAAAAAFic/M8JV_OtVvpk/s72-c/z148388426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2118761073825400203</id><published>2009-10-12T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:57:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/StNF6rg2SNI/AAAAAAAAFiE/g_f2116VJZI/s1600-h/z157333630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/StNF6rg2SNI/AAAAAAAAFiE/g_f2116VJZI/s320/z157333630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391730053307844818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was beginning to see, though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That the unknown wasn't always the greatest thing to fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The people who know you the best can be riskier,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because the words they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the things they think have the potential to be not only scary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But true, as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost midnight &amp;amp; i should bath! sheesh. so much for this &amp;amp; that.&lt;br /&gt;today,officially starts my 4 off days! yipeeeee dabeeee doooooo! (:&lt;br /&gt;rest,rest,rest! tomorrow,celebrating the boy's belated birthday.. heee.&lt;br /&gt;only people at livejournal knows what's my plan lah hor?! hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;so far,everything is going on well. the boy loved his presents! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah! i'm having a pimple breakout due to stress,keep getting angry,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; mostly,the pimple product finish!!!!!!! GRRRRR. i need to buy tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;by hook or by crook,i want my flawless skin face back. chey! mcm phm!&lt;br /&gt;i LOATHE PIMPLES. totally LOATHE them so oh very much! tsssk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know it's an important thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saying I love you to the people that matter most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because you'll never know when you'll lose them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OR when they'll lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CALLING ALL EX-CCKSSIANS!!! &lt;/span&gt;read your facebook inbox!!! PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;i've sent all the possible peoples in my friend list that are former cckssians..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if any of you who came across here are from the school,please refer.&lt;br /&gt;someone is hosting a reunion party for ALL THE BATCHES ON 20 NOV.&lt;br /&gt;the ticket only cost $15 &amp;amp; why do i say it's worth it?! IT'S RELIVING IT.&lt;br /&gt;what's more delightful that reliving the times you had in the school,&lt;br /&gt;with all your friends,mere crushes,ex-es or jerks surrounding you? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;SO SIGN UP NOW! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/StNPpM2DZ-I/AAAAAAAAFiM/NfxKsA6eR3s/s1600-h/DSCN2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/StNPpM2DZ-I/AAAAAAAAFiM/NfxKsA6eR3s/s320/DSCN2942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391740748133787618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY,BOY!!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have turn a year older,i hope you're wiser. LOL. :P&lt;br /&gt;somewhat people call the age where you got the key,here you are.&lt;br /&gt;many,many happy returns! may you live till ripe old age....&lt;br /&gt;may you be blessed with happiness &amp;amp; love throughout,insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i pray that our relationship will last till forever,if it ever exist.&lt;br /&gt;i love you,very much sayang. xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY,NAFI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,you may not come across here,nor ever want to have come..&lt;br /&gt;but then again,many happy returns to you too! may you be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that you be happy with your girlfriend &amp;amp; that insyallah,&lt;br /&gt;moge panjang umor,murah rezeki.... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AYIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not see you often anymore,now that you've grown up...&lt;br /&gt;badan pon da sapau mcm abang2 body builder. HAHAHAHAHAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;may you be blessed,may happiness,love &amp;amp; wealth bestow upon you.&lt;br /&gt;hope you will make mama &amp;amp; ayah proud &amp;amp; that you will achieve in life.&lt;br /&gt;take care &amp;amp; i hope to see you sooooon! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goodbyes make you think. they make you realize who you had, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what you've lost, and what you've taken for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2118761073825400203?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2118761073825400203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2118761073825400203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2118761073825400203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2118761073825400203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/10/xoxo.html' title='xoxo.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/StNF6rg2SNI/AAAAAAAAFiE/g_f2116VJZI/s72-c/z157333630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-4329944890869853198</id><published>2009-10-08T18:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:58:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can wait forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Ss3Ajr5uzuI/AAAAAAAAFh0/HtqPGJBp8VA/s1600-h/z118193817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Ss3Ajr5uzuI/AAAAAAAAFh0/HtqPGJBp8VA/s320/z118193817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390176048345173730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In life, we do things. Some, we wish we had never done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and some we wish we could replay a million times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but they make us who we are and, in the end, they shape and detail us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we were to reserve them, we wouldn't be the person we are today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, just live. Make mistakes and have wonderful memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, never second guess who you are, where you've been and,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most importantly,where you're going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday already?!!! so fast right! sigh. sigh. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;today,half day of work &amp;amp; went home straight. granny came &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;even with half day,i am still feeling so knackered &amp;amp; so lethargic. )):&lt;br /&gt;work has really taking it's toll on me. here &amp;amp; there with so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;so stress nak mampos ah!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now,am tweeting,blogging,downloading songs,facebook-ing.&lt;br /&gt;wait,i forgot. while watching true blood. heh. so much to do,so little time!&lt;br /&gt;i hadn't had enough sleep nor rest &amp;amp; i get so cranky everytime...&lt;br /&gt;what is happening to me?! only 20 years old &amp;amp; already getting older.&lt;br /&gt;BAAAAHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes i wonder if anything's absolute anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is There Still right and wrong? Good and bad? Truth and lies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or is everything negotiable,left to interpretation, grey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sometimes things simply catch up to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Ss2-4wuVJ9I/AAAAAAAAFhs/V2UCFr7afvg/s1600-h/DSCN2947.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/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Ss2-4wuVJ9I/AAAAAAAAFhs/V2UCFr7afvg/s320/DSCN2947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390174211393529810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i met this boy before he went off to work just now. )))):&lt;br /&gt;i am already missing him &amp;amp; just by seeing him,makes my heart melts.&lt;br /&gt;he was waiting for me from far &amp;amp; he was giving me,the favorite smile...&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe. it's like i fell in love over &amp;amp; over again loh....&lt;br /&gt;this boy really knows how to pull the heartstrings of my heart. (:&lt;br /&gt;it's 4 more days already!!!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*GRINS WIDELY* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched GOSSIP GIRL season 3 episode 4 yesterday.. OMGZZZ!&lt;br /&gt;i love,love,love,love sekali!!! kept me wanting it more &amp;amp; more &amp;amp; more..&lt;br /&gt;jeez. especially the part when blair flared up when he saw chuck with jenny!&lt;br /&gt;when chuck bass said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"when you remember blair waldorf,remember that i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chuck bass &amp;amp; that i love you." &lt;/span&gt;and he kissed blair so tenderly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's chuck bass for god's sake! he always,always have a way with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*SWOONS* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes two hearts just can't dance at the same beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-4329944890869853198?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/4329944890869853198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=4329944890869853198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4329944890869853198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4329944890869853198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-wait-forever.html' title='i can wait forever.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Ss3Ajr5uzuI/AAAAAAAAFh0/HtqPGJBp8VA/s72-c/z118193817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-6478575322676224093</id><published>2009-10-07T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:12:22.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if life was simpler..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsxQjXngvDI/AAAAAAAAFhk/5DhW0PKrOsw/s1600-h/z101383301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsxQjXngvDI/AAAAAAAAFhk/5DhW0PKrOsw/s320/z101383301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389771422621023282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we just have to be happy with what people can offer us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's wednesday and i had to wake up early as 7 just now,sacrifice myself..&lt;br /&gt;MEETING on my off day. SHEEEESSSHHHHH. what to do?&lt;br /&gt;and now,i couldn't even fucking sleep in bloody peace ah! goddamn it!&lt;br /&gt;from 1 pm just now,assholes upstairs have been drilling &amp;amp; fucking drilling..&lt;br /&gt;even with maximum volume on my itouch,it's still..... ANNOYING AH!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. all the "don't get mad or irritated easily" mantra is NEVER GOING TO WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get mad easily,get irritated very easily &amp;amp; always get so fucked up! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;you can ask the boy.. poor boy! always the person where i vent on. heh.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. sigh. sigh. am off to my aunt's house at yishun,where i could at least,&lt;br /&gt;have some peace &amp;amp; quiet,i think. like i would. the kids! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rolls eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the way you fit into my arms that night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'll remember that feeling for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy's birthday is in 5 more days &amp;amp; i'm sure ready. get set,GO.&lt;br /&gt;the surprise's ready,the present's ready &amp;amp; everything is ready. yay! (:&lt;br /&gt;everyone's 21st birthday has to be special &amp;amp; that's what am going to give him.&lt;br /&gt;well,i hope it's not too much &amp;amp; that he would love it.. hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october,october... i still want to raya sey. ): i have yet to raya with the boy.&lt;br /&gt;so sad nak mampos sia. i hope this saturday works ah. )))))))))))))))))):&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is,i cannot wait for next week!!!! heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe that's what happens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you fall in love to fall apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; yet you'll always want to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-6478575322676224093?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/6478575322676224093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=6478575322676224093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6478575322676224093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6478575322676224093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-life-was-simpler.html' title='if life was simpler..'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsxQjXngvDI/AAAAAAAAFhk/5DhW0PKrOsw/s72-c/z101383301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-3503739426051512421</id><published>2009-10-01T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:30:52.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello october.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsS31cPVKkI/AAAAAAAAFhc/mojanQ-tnpY/s1600-h/z171769101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsS31cPVKkI/AAAAAAAAFhc/mojanQ-tnpY/s320/z171769101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387633182983400002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nobody wants to hear this,but sometimes the person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that you want the most,is the person that you're best without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't risk not having the 1st day of a new month without updating!&lt;br /&gt;and,so here i am. (: hello october! so far,1st of october is full of love.&lt;br /&gt;despite being angry,irritated all the time,i am filled with love &amp;amp; care..&lt;br /&gt;it's a very good way to start a new month with.. october,be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still complementing on what to do for the boy,this &amp;amp; that.&lt;br /&gt;i just got all stressed up planning for his so called,"BIG" DAY!&lt;br /&gt;heeee! it's not everyday you see a boy turning 21,the time of the life,they say.&lt;br /&gt;but thinking of what's coming,i don't want to keep on looking. seriously..&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be the end of the year soon,i'm turning 21 next year. 21!! JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's funny how good memories can start to make you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s funny how forever never seems to really last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventeen year old veronica miller life turned upside down when,&lt;br /&gt;her parents divorced &amp;amp; her family moved to north carolina..&lt;br /&gt;3 years &amp;amp; she remained alienated from her family &amp;amp; never speaking to her dad.&lt;br /&gt;until then,her mother tells that she &amp;amp; her brother were to spend the whole summer,&lt;br /&gt;with her dad. ronnie's rebellious &amp;amp; resentful &amp;amp; did things to anger her dad.&lt;br /&gt;but when she meets will,the person she never thought she would fall for,&lt;br /&gt;she finds herself opening up to the greatest happiness &amp;amp; pain.&lt;br /&gt;5/5 stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i highly recommends n. spark's latest book,if you're looking for a good read.&lt;br /&gt;he always has a way with his readers. always knows to pull the heartstrings of,&lt;br /&gt;his readers heart... it's wonderful,heartbreaking &amp;amp; really opens up your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i cried,cried &amp;amp; cried till the end of the book. seriously,GO READ IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The truly painful goodbyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are the ones that are never said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and never explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-3503739426051512421?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/3503739426051512421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=3503739426051512421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3503739426051512421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3503739426051512421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-october.html' title='hello october.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsS31cPVKkI/AAAAAAAAFhc/mojanQ-tnpY/s72-c/z171769101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-470406265553627178</id><published>2009-09-30T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:05:44.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye september.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsNtygcxo_I/AAAAAAAAFhU/iF6yBt-eso4/s1600-h/z97187974.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsNtygcxo_I/AAAAAAAAFhU/iF6yBt-eso4/s320/z97187974.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387270293736760306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love can tear you apart,and kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you're lucky,it can put you back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang! i missed yesterday's date,which is BTW,quite nice. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's was 29/09/09. but neverminds,it slipped. heeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;today,as all of you may know... it's the end of september!!! I KNOW! ):&lt;br /&gt;time just flies. and flies. and flies. and flies. never ends.&lt;br /&gt;plus,it's getting scarier by the minute,actually. SIGH SIGH SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know we could feel the tremor of the earthquake till,&lt;br /&gt;my regular customers called me to ask whether i felt it too. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;jeez. what do you expect? I CANNOT FEEL ANYTHING. NOT AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;but it's very eerie lah actually.. of which,i couldn't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;imagine,sekali the whole building collapse without warning eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When someone breaks your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't walk away. Stay and fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sometimes it's better the second time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,it marks a new month &amp;amp; i hope october won't disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;thank you,september.. you have served me well indeed. even with hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;september may have or may not be the worst month but it did gave me joy.&lt;br /&gt;i think,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wake me up when september ends"&lt;/span&gt; no longer will occur. (:&lt;br /&gt;september comes,september goes. but thank you,september..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the first of the day of a new month tomorrow,it's 11 more days!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the boy's 21st BIRTHDAY!!!!!!! OMGZZZZZ. i am soooo dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;i want his 21st to be special,be what he really look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;just pray,pray that it would be a good one for the one i love the most..&lt;br /&gt;i'm really crossing my fingers &amp;amp; am already hoping!!!!! GOOD LUCK,EFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your heart just breaks,That's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you can't judge or point fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You jsut have to be lucky enough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to find someone who appreciates you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-470406265553627178?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/470406265553627178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=470406265553627178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/470406265553627178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/470406265553627178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-september.html' title='goodbye september.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsNtygcxo_I/AAAAAAAAFhU/iF6yBt-eso4/s72-c/z97187974.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8473592146332743421</id><published>2009-09-28T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:04:38.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give it time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsAwHI2orjI/AAAAAAAAFhM/_tXpcNolM-A/s1600-h/DSCN2981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsAwHI2orjI/AAAAAAAAFhM/_tXpcNolM-A/s320/DSCN2981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386358053528972850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s not the big events that hurt the most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but rather the smallest questionable shift in tone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the end of a spoken word that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can plow most deeply into the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week of raya has almost passed us,huh? time flies,time flies...&lt;br /&gt;not so much raya-ing this year.. well. not surprise at all. not at all.&lt;br /&gt;but i had fun this raya,a bit more lively than last year's raya. (:&lt;br /&gt;and we covered quite a few houses on the first day even though,&lt;br /&gt;i was working &amp;amp; had to continue on after work again. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,is my off day. damn the pay. if not,i would be on the way to bugis!!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. my wadrobe has almost malfunctioning. it seriously needs A BOOST!&lt;br /&gt;before boosting it more,i need to lose more weight lah! TSSSK.&lt;br /&gt;i gained so much weight back instead of losing it on ramadhan.... ))):&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Success is often achieved by those,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who don't know that failure is inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is hell,as usual. books coming in like nobody's business. dang.&lt;br /&gt;but for now,for today,all i wanna think about is rest. rest. rest.&lt;br /&gt;then back to work,work,work! YAY! yay abes ah doh! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;the boy's birthday is coming soon,OMGZ. what to do,what to buy?!&lt;br /&gt;by the time pay comes in again,am gonna be broke,broke,broke. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of buying for the boy,a gadget. he hinted something..&lt;br /&gt;but he have a psp already what!!! why haven't pass ur tp ah boy?!&lt;br /&gt;i buy for you gilera kan senang! hahahahahaha. mcm paham!&lt;br /&gt;aiya! so difficult ah finding presents for guys,especially...........&lt;br /&gt;the ones whom you love the most! irritating gilerrrr ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you cannot believe what you see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have to believe what you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you are ever going to have other people to trust you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you must feel that you can trust them too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even when you're in the dark. Even when you're falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8473592146332743421?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8473592146332743421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8473592146332743421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8473592146332743421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8473592146332743421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/09/give-it-time.html' title='give it time..'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SsAwHI2orjI/AAAAAAAAFhM/_tXpcNolM-A/s72-c/DSCN2981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1282102043137420754</id><published>2009-09-19T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:14:42.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syawal tiba.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SrSXn0mIerI/AAAAAAAAFhE/oQF7-pMf0NA/s1600-h/z130146842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SrSXn0mIerI/AAAAAAAAFhE/oQF7-pMf0NA/s320/z130146842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383094165003860658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life changes. You get it all lined up just the way you like it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; then something beyond your control comes along &amp;amp; bumps you off center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How nice it would be if you could get everything just the way you want it &amp;amp; say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Okay, now, stay.' But nothing stays the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You grow up, make friends,lose friends, go to college, lose track of people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meet new ones,&amp;amp; sometimes you ask yourself why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But all I can tell you is the every single experience, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you go through like this changed you in some way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every new person who comes into your life changes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every moral dilemma or emotional experience you come up against changes you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It`s your job, you decide how. That`s how character is developed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time isn't it since i updated? now,ramadhan almost ending!&lt;br /&gt;the holy month,ends &amp;amp; syawal will emerge. how fast huh? sigh. time really flies!&lt;br /&gt;it just felt that it was only yesterday,that we have started fasting.... ):&lt;br /&gt;when fasting starts,we want it over &amp;amp; done with,but when it ends... the other way!&lt;br /&gt;it feels like,time's moving too fast.. i can't catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's my off day.. tomorrow working but will only be at 3 pm. sad,eh?&lt;br /&gt;second day of hari raya,holiday too &amp;amp; am working again. ))): BAH.&lt;br /&gt;every raya,there's a different feeling to it. i'm gonna hear the takbir at night. ):&lt;br /&gt;it's always like a routine,and every year,i would feel the pinch &amp;amp; cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hate cannot drive out hate. Only love can do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I,EFF CULLEN BASS. hehehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;saye ingin mengucapkan selamat hari raya kepada semua yang menyambutnya!&lt;br /&gt;maaf zahir dan batin. ampunkan segala dosa2 saya,halalkan makan dan minum ye?&lt;br /&gt;kalau tersalah kata,termakan benda,terminum air... harap maklum! (:&lt;br /&gt;sekali lagi,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1282102043137420754?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1282102043137420754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1282102043137420754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1282102043137420754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1282102043137420754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/09/syawal-tiba.html' title='syawal tiba.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SrSXn0mIerI/AAAAAAAAFhE/oQF7-pMf0NA/s72-c/z130146842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-743457899087515850</id><published>2009-09-07T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:50:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SqPy1qylP6I/AAAAAAAAFg8/fwQ4uKLdvtk/s1600-h/z155623169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SqPy1qylP6I/AAAAAAAAFg8/fwQ4uKLdvtk/s320/z155623169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378409383843938210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts to say goodbye to the person you almost gave your life to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because you know life won't be the same without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's better to give up a feeling,than to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And know you're the only one fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey,hasn't it been a long time already? good god,it has.. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;it's already the 6th september. first week of a new month has already gone. =/&lt;br /&gt;time flies,really. plus,it's already the 16th of RAMADHAN. OMGDNESS.&lt;br /&gt;well,aniways,thank god blogger bug is already gone. thank goodness. (:&lt;br /&gt;i have been waiting for it to get fixed like FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how's life so far? it has been reasonably fine,as what it may seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;here &amp;amp; there,i'm still coping &amp;amp; alive. work's been hell too! stocktake coming!!&lt;br /&gt;god,i HATE stocktake while it's the fasting month. early mornings,late nights..&lt;br /&gt;busy,busy &amp;amp; messy store. good god. i'm so dreading it. )))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a matter of fact,I don't know what love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you know who taught me? Yes, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You taught me that love has ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And love is strong and thin.You taught me that love is no game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And something real.Something you have to take care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something that isn't worthy any amount of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something that can't be seen or felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You taught me every single thing I know about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that blogger is fixed,you see a happy me blogging almost EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;be prepare to get bored,moan,groan over my every updates! hehehehehe. :p&lt;br /&gt;well,exaggerating a bit only hor. heh. i'm so knackered!!! JEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;what to do? you work for a living,a living is what you work for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i start to ramble &amp;amp; rave nonsense &amp;amp; make you all feel like puking,&lt;br /&gt;i better end today's entry! (: I IS VERY HAPPY TODAY. thanks,blogger! &lt;br /&gt;i need to get some rest,some decent sleep... like,NOW! PRONTO!&lt;br /&gt;well,goodnight world. i see you when i see you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your heart just breaks,that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you can't judge or point fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You jsut have to be lucky enough to find someone who appreciates you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-743457899087515850?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/743457899087515850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=743457899087515850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/743457899087515850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/743457899087515850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-song.html' title='the last song.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SqPy1qylP6I/AAAAAAAAFg8/fwQ4uKLdvtk/s72-c/z155623169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-4450664624047849911</id><published>2009-08-26T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:49:19.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere near you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z141958417.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/z141958417.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He sighed. "The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like it was super long since i last updated or not? blogger. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;the reason i don't update often was because of blogger lah please! )):&lt;br /&gt;it's still being a prat,apparently! but,please.. get well soon,blogger.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to always waking up to blogger being this. sheessh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,is wednesday &amp;amp; off day,thank god. i'm so tired these days!! =/&lt;br /&gt;what more it being the fasting month? running here &amp;amp; there,work load!&lt;br /&gt;today,accompanying kak nurul to far east for her to do her hair.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;she with forever doing her hair,forever want to change it this &amp;amp; that.&lt;br /&gt;talking about hair,i have to do something to my hair,too. for raya.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. *kening naik-naik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are just some people you always go back to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the 5th day,alhamdullilah. so far,so good. i'll hope it continue.&lt;br /&gt;little miss red,i beg you do not visit me till end of september,i hope.&lt;br /&gt;well,though impossible.. i hope you wait a little bit longer before visiting..&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehe. i want to terawih,fast &amp;amp; do everything in this holy month. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my people i love birthdays that i missed because of work &amp;amp; blogger,&lt;br /&gt;here goes nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY EMIRA!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY DARLS EHA!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY NINIE!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all of you be blessed with happiness &amp;amp; love throughout... (:&lt;br /&gt;may god blessed all of you till ripe old age &amp;amp; have a happy life!&lt;br /&gt;a year older again,a year full of obstacles ahead. life is funny in every way..&lt;br /&gt;may all of you succeed in everything you do.. lots of love!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you,no doubt! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You see, you closed your eyes. That was the difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have to believe what you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you are ever going to have people trust you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you must feel that you can trust them, too — &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even when you're in the dark. Even when you're falling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-4450664624047849911?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/4450664624047849911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=4450664624047849911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4450664624047849911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4450664624047849911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/08/photobucket_26.html' title='somewhere near you.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8242672297109024721</id><published>2009-08-23T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T13:24:37.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salam ramadhan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MTAwMjE*NTMyNyZwdD*xMjUxMDAyMjIzOTI3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**NWY3ODU2MjYwNDk*NWNjOGE*Mjg5MDZhNjhmNGY5MyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;current=z136708637.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/z136708637.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They're each other worst habits,after all they've been through.&lt;br /&gt;after all the fights, breakups, and abuse,they still go back to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Old habits are hard to break.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i didn't had a chance to wish all muslims out there,&lt;br /&gt;selamat menyambut ibadat puasa,everyone!! it's the holy month! (: &lt;br /&gt;how time flies,huh? it's already the 2nd day,alhamdullilah. &lt;br /&gt;little miss red hasn't been haunting me yet,i hope not too early. &lt;br /&gt;if possible,i want to fast fully this month. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;work's been a hell of a ride. i am still coping,still surviving. &lt;br /&gt;there may be here &amp; there,full of obstacles but i shall make it. &lt;br /&gt;i will make it through this rain,like how mariah carey sings it..&lt;br /&gt;i shall get up again &amp; prove myself,prove to them! I SHALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't blame you anymore for my unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;I loved, and I lost, but this bitterness is slowly going away.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i think i really,really need to control my anger. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;it's getting out of hand.. what's happening to me? why god? &lt;br /&gt;why am i easily irritated? scold people for nothing? WHY?!!&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to get old fast,grow into a old hag who loves to nag!&lt;br /&gt;well,i'm not one. i really am not. but why am i like this?!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHH. breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;dear god,please guide me through this,i'm sure you will. &lt;br /&gt;i'm asking your guidance,to let me through this path i'm going.. &lt;br /&gt;ya allah,i know you are testing me &amp; i know life will be better.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every morning it was the same battle,the same endless fight.&lt;br /&gt;One that she was forced to fight every morning.&lt;br /&gt;One that she would never win. I'll never win with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8242672297109024721?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8242672297109024721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8242672297109024721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8242672297109024721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8242672297109024721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/08/photobucket_23.html' title='salam ramadhan.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-3338462564961141125</id><published>2009-08-17T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:01:17.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as you wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MDQ4NTY4NTQ2NSZwdD*xMjUwNDg1NzQ2OTc3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**NWY3ODU2MjYwNDk*NWNjOGE*Mjg5MDZhNjhmNGY5MyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;current=z144277673.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/z144277673.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hold your head high; don't be afraid to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Stay true and be you. do everything there is to do.&lt;br /&gt;Live life to the fullest and never look back -&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason for the future and a reason for the past.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish life would just be simpler,sometimes.. &lt;br /&gt;well,don't we all feel that life's unfair? &lt;br /&gt;but dear god,&lt;br /&gt;i know that you have plans for me &amp; someday,&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna roll the dice again. &lt;br /&gt;and fate will be different. =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love til it hurts; laugh til you cry.&lt;br /&gt;And when your life flashes before you die,&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for what you've done,&lt;br /&gt;Be happy for what you've overcome,&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, be proud of what you've become.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-3338462564961141125?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/3338462564961141125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=3338462564961141125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3338462564961141125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3338462564961141125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/08/photobucket_17.html' title='as you wish.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-556656959860476737</id><published>2009-08-14T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:13:07.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MDIyNDkzMTk3MSZwdD*xMjUwMjI*OTU*MTk3JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**NWY3ODU2MjYwNDk*NWNjOGE*Mjg5MDZhNjhmNGY5MyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;current=S6002079copycopy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/S6002079copycopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been learning to live without you. &lt;br /&gt;But I miss you sometimes. I've been trying to get down to the heart of the matter. &lt;br /&gt;But my will gets weak and my thoughts seem to shatter. &lt;br /&gt;But I think it's about forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness. Even if you don't love me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 37TH,HONEY BEE. &lt;3&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it's been a wonderful journey with you &amp; you know it. (: &lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever replace the love i have for you,sayang... &lt;br /&gt;even though we do have our ups &amp; downs moments,you know i still am with you. &lt;br /&gt;and nothing,can ever,ever changed that. i love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this was supposed to be yesterday but as usual,a day later. heh! &lt;br /&gt;&amp; dang flabbit,blogger is STILL NOT WORKING PROPERLY! jeez!&lt;br /&gt;same goes to facebook. SWEET NIBLETS!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;god. technology drives me crazy sometimes... LIKE REAL CRAZY! &lt;br /&gt;for god's sake! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't waste your time regretting all your wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;Know that in the end, you'll get what your heart longs.&lt;br /&gt;Try not to risk it all; don't stumble; don't fall.&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to read the writings on the wall.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching HANNAH MONTANA! hahahaha! i know,right? lol. &lt;br /&gt;it's all NATALYA'S FAULT! it's all because of her!! haaaaaa. &lt;br /&gt;i love cartoons! plus,hannah montana just really cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;SWEET NIBLETS! hehehehehehehe. toodles! till then. xoxo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He was different. he never said, &lt;br /&gt;"i want to be friends" after he said goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;It was like he knew, he knew that he had broken my heart bad enough, &lt;br /&gt;when he saw my tears fall. &lt;br /&gt;He knew me well enough that he knew just what to say. &lt;br /&gt;And when he spoke, he looked me in the eyes and said, &lt;br /&gt;"I hope you talk to me again someday."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-556656959860476737?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/556656959860476737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=556656959860476737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/556656959860476737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/556656959860476737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/08/photobucket.html' title='beautiful life.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-3299673664117789086</id><published>2009-07-29T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:55:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it seems all real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*ODg4MjAxODA1MiZwdD*xMjQ4ODgyMDY3NTUzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**NWY3ODU2MjYwNDk*NWNjOGE*Mjg5MDZhNjhmNGY5MyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;current=z122068715.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/z122068715.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is anybody satisfied with who they really are?&lt;br /&gt;You could be the moon,and still be jealous of the stars.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it was a wednesday. i think,a wednesday to remember very much. ): &lt;br /&gt;a hurtful wednesday &amp; still,i find solace in it. weird much? but,yes. &lt;br /&gt;i find comfort,i think that i'm already trying to overcome my darkest fear. &lt;br /&gt;some people may want to say what they want but this is me. it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i am right now,playing pet society &amp; meanwhile,waiting for the boy. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;i hate fishing in reality &amp; fishing in pet society! i know,no connection at all. &lt;br /&gt;but,i is may seem unlucky that i cannot seem to catch any fish at all!&lt;br /&gt;it all was for,"the fish got away." GODDAMN IT PLEASE!!! grrrrrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The ones stuck in the past are eventually, &lt;br /&gt;the ones fighting to get out of it,&lt;br /&gt;while everyone else is wishing to go back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i have now,11,705 coins for effy in pet society &amp; i AM TEMPTED TO USE!&lt;br /&gt;if only i have that much money in my bank account right now. SIGH. =/ &lt;br /&gt;well,DREAM ON AH EFF! keep on dreaming,maybe one day,you'll get it! haaa. =p &lt;br /&gt;speaking of which,my bank account almost DRY. ALREADY?!! i know right? &lt;br /&gt;it's only 30th of JULY &amp; I AM ALREADY MONEY-DRIED. SIGH SIGH SIGH. &lt;br /&gt;god,save me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it's almost closed to midnight now &amp; i really need to take a bath. &lt;br /&gt;i finished 2 books today &amp; i'm already finishing the 3rd book. (: &lt;br /&gt;maybe after this,while waiting for the boy,i shall finish it. &lt;br /&gt;well,ta everyone. na nights,world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;love is the condition in which the happiness, &lt;br /&gt;of another person if essential to your own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-3299673664117789086?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/3299673664117789086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=3299673664117789086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3299673664117789086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3299673664117789086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/photobucket_29.html' title='it seems all real.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-4874190914915724538</id><published>2009-07-28T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:57:47.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knock you down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*ODc3NzEwOTg2OCZwdD*xMjQ4Nzc3MTI4ODgwJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**NWY3ODU2MjYwNDk*NWNjOGE*Mjg5MDZhNjhmNGY5MyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;current=z104282821.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/z104282821.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In this life you need to realize one thing --&lt;br /&gt;The only way not to get hurt is to hurt someone first.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a tuesday &amp; i thought i would have a fun-filled day at work,but no. &lt;br /&gt;ms red just have to come at this time,huh? she really spoils my mood.&lt;br /&gt;not only it is bloody goddamn painful but excruciatingly sighness. )): &lt;br /&gt;till i can't walk,i can't smile nor laugh. i want to just SCREAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hate. i hate. i hate the time of the month. jeez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;today is bestfriend's birthday &amp; i hate blogger for this!! SIGH. &lt;br /&gt;where are all the normal posts? the normal things blogger used to have?!&lt;br /&gt;stupid,stupid. problems after problems after problems.. &lt;br /&gt;when would all this end huh,blogger? would you be good,for once?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places.&lt;br /&gt;Like secret road maps of their personal histories.&lt;br /&gt;Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal,&lt;br /&gt;leaving nothing behind but a scar, but some of them don't.&lt;br /&gt;Some wounds we carry with us everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today,someone's special day...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*ODc3ODU5NzIzOSZwdD*xMjQ4Nzc4NjE4ODQzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**NWY3ODU2MjYwNDk*NWNjOGE*Mjg5MDZhNjhmNGY5MyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;current=4840_100835182892_606397892_2186-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/4840_100835182892_606397892_2186-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTFRIEND!!!!!! ((: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the 20 SEN CLUB! hehehehe. do not deny it,please!! =p &lt;br /&gt;whatever it is,you're still a budak kecik to me!! BLUERKS AH! hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;you're a year older today &amp; i hope it would bring you more happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that you will be blessed till ripe old age,insyallah. &lt;br /&gt;i love you tons,sayang!!! &lt;3 *lots &amp; lots of loving from me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so,now,i'm going to have a rest before the cramps started again. =/ &lt;br /&gt;but right now,i am relieved. i am feeling much,much better from just now. &lt;br /&gt;just now was worst. it almost literally drained all the energy outta me. &lt;br /&gt;i almost couldn't walk,couldn't smile nor laugh. sheeessh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever thought that if one thing hadn't happened, &lt;br /&gt;a whole set of things never would have either?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-4874190914915724538?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/4874190914915724538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=4874190914915724538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4874190914915724538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4874190914915724538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/photobucket_28.html' title='knock you down.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8432332638634875481</id><published>2009-07-27T12:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:41:11.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pain,it lingers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*ODY2ODg*MzM*MCZwdD*xMjQ4NjY4ODY*Mzc5JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**NWY3ODU2MjYwNDk*NWNjOGE*Mjg5MDZhNjhmNGY5MyZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;current=z95237048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/z95237048.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;People have scars, in all sorts of unexpected places.&lt;br /&gt;Like secret road maps of their personal histories.&lt;br /&gt;Diagrams of all their old wounds.&lt;br /&gt;Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar,&lt;br /&gt;but some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i do not know what is wrong with blogger! sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;when would all these bugs stop destroying my means to update!!!! &lt;br /&gt;i know,it's been a while since i updated! it's going to be a new month soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;time flies,huh? it's going to be the month of fasting already! )): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,is monday and thank god it's my off day! i hate mondays. =/ &lt;br /&gt;it irks me &amp; sometimes,it annoys the hell of out me! jeez. lucky me! &lt;br /&gt;but i hope today won't annoy the shit outta me cos i want to rest.. &lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of working,working,getting nothing &amp; only getting shits. &lt;br /&gt;but they say,"when the going gets tough,the tough gets going.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if the world was flat?&lt;br /&gt;That way we could just push off the people we don't like.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the boy has been unmistakably sweet lately &amp; it's a good sign. i hope? &lt;br /&gt;it's good for us,good for me only that he would be more irritating!!! &lt;br /&gt;it annoys me,it sometimes made me laugh so hard that i wish i could strangle him!&lt;br /&gt;that boy really knows how to make me tick! SIGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the baby boy's birthday is coming up &amp; now,A TRANSFORMERS CAKE! -_____-&lt;br /&gt;i am becoming more bankrupt &amp; broke than it ever was left. sigh. &lt;br /&gt;god,save me please? this little boy is small but VERY DEMANDING. &lt;br /&gt;jeez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never underestimate the pain of a person, &lt;br /&gt;because the truth is everyone is struggling.&lt;br /&gt;It's just some people hide it better than others.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8432332638634875481?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8432332638634875481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8432332638634875481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8432332638634875481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8432332638634875481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/photobucket_27.html' title='the pain,it lingers.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2009503292365785629</id><published>2009-07-15T11:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:05:30.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk to remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sl1aS7iZH_I/AAAAAAAAFg0/HpaTtQMF-GI/s1600-h/z158358432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sl1aS7iZH_I/AAAAAAAAFg0/HpaTtQMF-GI/s320/z158358432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358538412906848242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At one time in your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one you have loved the most will unexpectedly turn out to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the greatest stranger you have ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAWNS* i am still sleepy,maybe after this i go back to sleep! heh.&lt;br /&gt;today is my off day but i got a lot to do since my dear mother is out!&lt;br /&gt;i have to clean the house,sleep &amp;amp; eat &amp;amp; eat. hahahaha! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ROFL* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but later in the afternoon,have to fetch the baby boy from school.&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is hell,as usual. not enough staffs,run here &amp;amp; there. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;stocks always &amp;amp; forever comes in like crazy,never ending. sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be august soon,so sad. july is ending!! JULY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;time always pass us by so fast,very very fast huh? )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so yesterday was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sl1W-5jEQlI/AAAAAAAAFgs/qVq0BYRdmVg/s1600-h/DSCN2549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sl1W-5jEQlI/AAAAAAAAFgs/qVq0BYRdmVg/s320/DSCN2549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358534770240537170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY 3RD,BABE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day has finally come,huh? it's the 14th of july,some time,this day,&lt;br /&gt;3 years ago,i fell in love with you &amp;amp; i haven't regretted it since then. (:&lt;br /&gt;it's been 3 years hell of a ride,don't you think so baby? &amp;amp; we made it through!&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that even after 3 years,i still find myself deeply in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you,for still loving me all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,to celebrate,the boy and i went to catch &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ICE AGE 3,3D!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;it's very hilarious!! you all should go &amp;amp; catch it.. 5/5 popcorn stars!&lt;br /&gt;throughout the whole show,you guys would be laughing &amp;amp; laughing...&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! i feel like watching it again &amp;amp; again. cannot wait for HARRY POTTER!&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY,SATURDAY! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The beautiful thing about memories is that they are yours, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whether they are good, bad or indifferent.. they belong to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; no matter where life takes you, your memories tie you to where you've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2009503292365785629?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2009503292365785629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2009503292365785629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2009503292365785629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2009503292365785629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-to-remember.html' title='a walk to remember.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sl1aS7iZH_I/AAAAAAAAFg0/HpaTtQMF-GI/s72-c/z158358432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8483118910264076945</id><published>2009-07-12T17:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:36:34.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in order.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlmzqfkduaI/AAAAAAAAFgk/KeYi5M7Mn1s/s1600-h/z147570503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlmzqfkduaI/AAAAAAAAFgk/KeYi5M7Mn1s/s320/z147570503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357510774344235426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll never know how strong you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until being strong is the only choice you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's SUNDAY!!!!! my final day of weekend rest &amp;amp; it's back to hell! sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how's the state of the store,right now eh? hmmmmmm! messy,confirm!&lt;br /&gt;but right now,my sunday is all i want to think about.. my sunday!!&lt;br /&gt;just rest,watch tv.. read books. laze around &amp;amp; just exercise a bit?! HAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;so much for exercise? the boy stuffed food inside my mouth!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of the day today was spent with the boy,celebrating our advance ann! (:&lt;br /&gt;i bought for him his pressie &amp;amp; presented to him.. the look on his face,PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering what? as usual,it's his graphic novels... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ROLLS EYES* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a stack of spiderman graphic novels collection,just for him. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;it will only take him,1 day to finish all... that if he's not working! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we take for granted the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in our lives that mean so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; when we finally realize that, it can be too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take advantage of every minute you have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold onto &amp;amp; cherish every second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have no regrets &amp;amp; never forget those that made you who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think another celebration will be a belated one on tuesday? KRIK?&lt;br /&gt;i think so ah. because,yours truly is working on that day &amp;amp; want to take,&lt;br /&gt;hours off from work so that i can spend time with my boy! hehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;3 years sure pass by very fast huh? in just a blink of an eye!!!&lt;br /&gt;and the next thing you know,it's already 2010!!! OMGZ! so scary,right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm hooked to TWEET DECK! ZOMG! it's very3,addictive &amp;amp; NICE!&lt;br /&gt;i keep changing colours,i keep on tweeting like nobody's business.. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;it's like i'm tweeting &amp;amp; replying to tweets every second. heh! LAME.&lt;br /&gt;twitter is really,really addictive! if you have thoughts like every second,&lt;br /&gt;JUST BLAST IT OFF! hahahahahahahaha. i do that,everytime! ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never be afraid to try something new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because life gets boring when you stay within the limits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of what you already know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8483118910264076945?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8483118910264076945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8483118910264076945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8483118910264076945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8483118910264076945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-order.html' title='in order.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlmzqfkduaI/AAAAAAAAFgk/KeYi5M7Mn1s/s72-c/z147570503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-8424871013600104698</id><published>2009-07-11T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:38:51.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the other side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Slg71fDhj7I/AAAAAAAAFgc/SulhMU8ZWg4/s1600-h/z159070682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Slg71fDhj7I/AAAAAAAAFgc/SulhMU8ZWg4/s320/z159070682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357097546812592050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you just can't tell someone how you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not because you don't trust them, and you think they'll think you're weird, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but because you can never really find the right words to make them understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's saturday,bitches!!!! yayyy! i am on my 2 days off on weekends! heee!&lt;br /&gt;alhamdullilah,i am feeling better,i'm up and alive after being sick for 2 days! (:&lt;br /&gt;vitamin c helps alot,trust me. right now,i think i need to take it regularly!&lt;br /&gt;plus,exercise tooo! yeah,right. HAHAHAHAHAHA! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ROLLS EYES* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy is working today,it's 3 more days!! i am so mentel like that. heh.&lt;br /&gt;i have already bought for him something,wrote the card,which only left with..&lt;br /&gt;i have a big picture to print,a small cake to buy later,etc.. etc! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it may be simple &amp;amp; it has to be celebrated earlier because we both,are busy!!!&lt;br /&gt;right. so much for being busy eh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ROFL*&lt;/span&gt; yes what! our schedules clashed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone can tell you you have a 90% chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a 50% chance,or even a .0001% chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but if you don't try,if you don't fight,you get nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now,i am taking all my strength,my everything to make it happened.&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking a risk here. i am going to need all the courage &amp;amp; support i have..&lt;br /&gt;because,i,for one believe that i can do it. well,a bit. a little tiny one.&lt;br /&gt;there's no point staying when people don't appreciate your hard work!&lt;br /&gt;you slaved,you worked like hell &amp;amp; what did you get? NOTHING! ZILCH.&lt;br /&gt;but the ones who get noticed are who? the bootlickers! the FAVORITES!&lt;br /&gt;damn you all. i do not believe in sucking up like that. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniways,back to being normal &amp;amp; not angry. hahahahaha. i am insane,i know!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was certified,my most clumsiest day ever! wait,when i haven't been?!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i am the clumsiest,silliest &amp;amp; dumbest ever! haaaarrr deeee haaaarrr!&lt;br /&gt;well,today maybe watching fireworks from changi or east coast? haha.&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to go to town without the boy. -_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you need a breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of those yell at everyone,cry until you fall and can’t breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind of breakdowns.Then you feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if you don’t,at least people will know your not okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-8424871013600104698?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/8424871013600104698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=8424871013600104698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8424871013600104698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/8424871013600104698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-other-side.html' title='on the other side.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Slg71fDhj7I/AAAAAAAAFgc/SulhMU8ZWg4/s72-c/z159070682.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2624984589233971064</id><published>2009-07-09T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:24:44.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not too far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlXtFYbtkiI/AAAAAAAAFgM/38R6Ov5Et9c/s1600-h/z148189412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlXtFYbtkiI/AAAAAAAAFgM/38R6Ov5Et9c/s320/z148189412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356448008540885538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you asked me a year ago, I would have told you what you wanted to hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, I know I can't please everyone, and I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't make myself unhappy to please you, and I won't try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's thursday,my official off day. hahahaha. i am kurangajar like that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but tomorrow,is back to work,work,work! bluergh. it makes me puke. -__-&lt;br /&gt;today was just me,spending quality time with myself &amp;amp; have some rest..&lt;br /&gt;sigh,you don't know how good it felt to be lying down &amp;amp; doing NOTHING!&lt;br /&gt;literally,just nothing!!! except,that my heart is just sore. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i am sighing,actually from just now till now &amp;amp; then. why,you ask?&lt;br /&gt;do not ask me,for i have never had the answer to why i'm always sighing.&lt;br /&gt;because maybe sometimes,sighing is just the only way to an answer..&lt;br /&gt;right now,it feels like i have a heavy heart. something holding me back?&lt;br /&gt;am i making the right decision? should i stay or should i go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the hardest, coldest people you meet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were once as soft as water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that's the tragedy of living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlXsWmubFsI/AAAAAAAAFgE/Sk2gANYu-FA/s1600-h/4667_1098596458536_1035375845_30255589_3171294_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlXsWmubFsI/AAAAAAAAFgE/Sk2gANYu-FA/s320/4667_1098596458536_1035375845_30255589_3171294_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356447204923610818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY,BABY!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have turned yet,another year older.. hehehehehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;do not be discouraged,because babe,you're going to be in the 20 state,&lt;br /&gt;just like the rest of us.. enjoy your teenage years as much as you can!!&lt;br /&gt;may your relationship with aliff last long till eternity kay? insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;and may you be bless till ripe old age. i love you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;zara&lt;/span&gt;,if you ever come across here again.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that you're now,having your daily updates at multiply,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you may or may not come across here.. but hey,a wish is still a wish!&lt;br /&gt;may you be blessed till ripe old age &amp;amp; that your relationship with sop,too.&lt;br /&gt;the best wishes from me,babe! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always tell someone how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if it's hard because opportunities, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are lost in the blink of an eye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but regret can last for a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2624984589233971064?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2624984589233971064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2624984589233971064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2624984589233971064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2624984589233971064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-too-far.html' title='not too far.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlXtFYbtkiI/AAAAAAAAFgM/38R6Ov5Et9c/s72-c/z148189412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-7012737608733633248</id><published>2009-07-08T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:20:14.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heal the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlSLPePG8wI/AAAAAAAAFf8/NNV-CWFeQpU/s1600-h/z157333630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlSLPePG8wI/AAAAAAAAFf8/NNV-CWFeQpU/s320/z157333630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356058954781094658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it doesn't stop you having your own opinions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if people are still very young, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they shouldn't be prevented from saying what they think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second day of mc. god,am so bored but am recovering,alhamdullilah.&lt;br /&gt;it got worst though,actually,when i watched MJ's memorial service on tv.&lt;br /&gt;will have more on that,later part of today's entry. sodding sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;i hate medicines,have i told you bunch lately? yes,i guess so.&lt;br /&gt;and.... HURRAAAHHH! blogger has stop being an ass! hehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today part of the day was very heartbreaking. more on that on.. LJ! (:&lt;br /&gt;well,at LJ,i got my certain part of privacy &amp;amp; only certain friends can view,&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. a girl needs her privacy right? everyone does need it.&lt;br /&gt;worst come to worst,there's my little black book diary whom always,&lt;br /&gt;accompany me in times of my sadness,my grieve,my happiness &amp;amp; everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that's what's wrong with the world; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one says what they feel, they always hold it inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're sad, but they don't cry. They're happy, but they don't sing or dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're angry, but they don't scream. 'Cause if they do, they feel ashamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that's the worst feeling in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So everyone walks with their heads down and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one sees how beautiful the sky really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlSLGFH5I_I/AAAAAAAAFf0/N73nrXnmq5w/s1600-h/michael_jackson_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlSLGFH5I_I/AAAAAAAAFf0/N73nrXnmq5w/s320/michael_jackson_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356058793421120498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael Jackson (1958-2009). RIP,my beloved MJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his legacy will live on,forever &amp;amp; forever &amp;amp; forever. it truly will.&lt;br /&gt;no one can replace his music,his ways of entertainment,for he's truly a legend.&lt;br /&gt;he's our king of pop whose achievement &amp;amp; music will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;because,no matter what the media said about him,i believed that,&lt;br /&gt;he is his purest at heart &amp;amp; all he wanted to do was heal the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really totally lost it when MJ's daughter,paris gave her part of speech,&lt;br /&gt;during her late father's memorial service on national television,just now.&lt;br /&gt;it pains me &amp;amp; i'm sure everyone who tuned in would feel the pain,hurt &amp;amp; grieve.&lt;br /&gt;if not,i'm sorry you're so heartless. but it really does pain me to see.&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me cry throughout the whole entire event after it started.&lt;br /&gt;usher cried. everyone who gave a speech almost cried. i cried,too.&lt;br /&gt;but,king of pop,you will live on in our hearts,forever. we love you,MJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But some emotions don't make a lot of noise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint like a heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And pure love, why some days it's so quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you don't even know it's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-7012737608733633248?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/7012737608733633248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=7012737608733633248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7012737608733633248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7012737608733633248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/heal-world.html' title='heal the world.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SlSLPePG8wI/AAAAAAAAFf8/NNV-CWFeQpU/s72-c/z157333630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-7576386712728225729</id><published>2009-07-07T11:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:11:41.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a diamond.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NjkzNzk3NjIyOSZwdD*xMjQ2OTM3OTk1MzUzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz**NWY3ODU2MjYwNDk*NWNjOGE*Mjg5MDZhNjhmNGY5MyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z153744905.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/z153744905.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody screws up. It's what you do with the screw ups, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's how you handle the experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what you should judge yourself by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tuesday,it's supposed to be my working day &amp;amp; i'm down with fever. ):&lt;br /&gt;my workplace has now very strict issues,meaning if you're SICK,DON'T COME!&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaarrrr deeeee haarrrr ah! so,i don't come &amp;amp; spread disease loh.. heh!&lt;br /&gt;the doctor was so persistent,keep asking me whether i traveled &amp;amp; so on forth.&lt;br /&gt;have you been to any H1N1 affected countries? or in singapore? -____-&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? singapore now has ang mo kio,pasir ris affected areas or WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;SUMPAH TAK KELAKAR EH DOC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am here,listening to MJ's,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"you're not alone."&lt;/span&gt; so sad. very sad. ))):&lt;br /&gt;feeling2 blues &amp;amp; sentimental since i'm sick. hehehehe. no connection!&lt;br /&gt;but the boy is now at work,not here. if not,he would pamper me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i know! i am so goddamn pampered like that. hehehehe. cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;sigh sigh sigh. i hate medicines. i hate it,really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life's not a race, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live a little slower stop and hear the music,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before the song is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSCN2440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/DSCN2440.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dear madee,seee? i'm sick because of you lahhh! hahahaha. joking,baby!&lt;br /&gt;i miss you &amp;amp; i miss you,really. ): i know it's just yesterday,buttttt..... =/&lt;br /&gt;i need you here in times of me,here,feeling sick. but you're working.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay.. i know you're checking up on me,every few seconds &amp;amp; minutes!&lt;br /&gt;only to make sure,i eat my medicine &amp;amp; have proper rest. blueeks! =p&lt;br /&gt;even though you're busy catching criminals &amp;amp; budak2 YP,hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;you do still have time to call your princess. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's now,7 more days to our 3rd. i have no moolahs left to do anything special.&lt;br /&gt;actually,we have planned to celebrate our 3rd at somewhere fancy &amp;amp; overnight.&lt;br /&gt;but,due to the plan backfired,we will have a simple &amp;amp; a belated celebration..&lt;br /&gt;because,this month,our schedule seems to clash.... sheeeeeshhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;nah nah nah. we will have that celebration,be it belated or whatever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe some friendships aren’t meant to be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe we’re meant to spend a certain part of our lives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with certain people and then move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-7576386712728225729?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/7576386712728225729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=7576386712728225729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7576386712728225729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7576386712728225729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/photobucket_8789.html' title='like a diamond.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1235137276005195374</id><published>2009-07-06T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:25:42.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always has been.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*Njg4ODI5MjA5NSZwdD*xMjQ2ODg4MzIwMTI1JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz**NWY3ODU2MjYwNDk*NWNjOGE*Mjg5MDZhNjhmNGY5MyZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z160824747.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m118/EFFtheCRANKY/z160824747.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were given two hands to hold, two legs to walk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two eyes to see, two ears to listen,but why only one heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because the other one,was given to someone for us to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger is still being such a bitch,what's new? grrrr. i feel like kicking it!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. luckily,there's photobucket here which eventually saved me...&lt;br /&gt;i hate seeing my blog without pictures,plain and very plain. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;aniways,enough complaining &amp;amp; whining about blogger,sucha waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when will blogger stop being such an ass &amp;amp; just be normal back?&lt;br /&gt;it's making my life difficult and also,making it more fussier &amp;amp; lots more tedious.&lt;br /&gt;that means,there's no me with uploading a bunch of pictures &amp;amp; whatnots,again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. sigh. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until you value yourself, you won't value your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until you value your time, you will not do anything with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,was just quality time with the boy watching dvds,munching,reading..&lt;br /&gt;he has become much as a bookworm as yours truly,but he has his own taste!&lt;br /&gt;he LOVES graphic novels,any kind of it &amp;amp; has a collection thanks to,yours truly!&lt;br /&gt;he just almost finished reading pride &amp;amp; prejudice &amp;amp; zombies.. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;who would have thought that my boy is classic at heart? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*laugh out loud.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he would read any kind,except fictions or chick flicks that is. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished reading a novel just now,and onto the next one already! heh.&lt;br /&gt;my bookshelf,has SOS me by trying to picture an almost worn out one.&lt;br /&gt;it can tumble down anytime now,and i am really,really afraid. hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;not because it would tumbled down on me,but afraid of damaging my BOOKS!&lt;br /&gt;i need to buy a proper bookshelf at ikea, but no moolahs left... hee haww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear madee,thank you for a simple yet tender loving care day by you...&lt;br /&gt;you know i simply loved simple,non fuss days,free of arguments with you. (:&lt;br /&gt;it always will fall into place,i know. because we know it always does,has it?&lt;br /&gt;and talking about the future with you,has always been simply delightful.&lt;br /&gt;8 more days to 3 years &amp;amp; i still find myself deep in love with you. truly.&lt;br /&gt;i love to reminisce those 3 years we had together,those good old days..&lt;br /&gt;how you tried to win over me,how you "proposed" me to be your gf.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember. always will. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you,very much,babe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life, is like a song. we know it's gotta end sometime or another,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but does that give us reason not to listen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1235137276005195374?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1235137276005195374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1235137276005195374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1235137276005195374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1235137276005195374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/photobucket_06.html' title='always has been.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1030775756802804582</id><published>2009-07-05T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:23:04.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm glad we had the times together just to laugh and sing a song, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seems like we just got started and then before you know it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the times we had together were gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh,really sigh. i don't know what the hell is wrong with blogger?&lt;br /&gt;i really,really wish it would just stop being so stupid &amp;amp; stop bugging me,&lt;br /&gt;with it problems of uploading shits &amp;amp; whatever it is lah. god,please!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it's been 3 days since i last tried to upload pictures,&amp;amp; boom.. none!!!&lt;br /&gt;and,yes. i have tried using photobucket,still. ARGGHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;i ran out of patience,literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work today was slow,only at the end of the day &amp;amp; the rest,tiring like hell.&lt;br /&gt;the sales today was acceptable,not so good though. recession hit everyone?&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to think about when it comes to work,sometimes i get crazy!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,all i get was BLANK. and my mind just blanked out on me.&lt;br /&gt;work,work,work,work! what to do? work,for a living. SIGH LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The very things that held you down are going to carry you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,is my off day and finally,i am getting some rest. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;i complain too much eh? lol. what to do? it's human nature,right? hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting bored of my LG KT610 already,how?!!!!!!! sheeeeshhhhnessss.&lt;br /&gt;i want a blackberry curve,so bad but it would only be in my dreams,for now.&lt;br /&gt;well maybe,a nokia E63 or nokia E71 would be great too! heh. *hint-hint*&lt;br /&gt;lol. i should be knocked in the head lah! keep keep changing phones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,that has been since i was like,WHAT? since i was a teenager loh..&lt;br /&gt;from nokia 3310,to nokia 2210,to many many many other phones.. heh!&lt;br /&gt;and it's stuck to being a habit,till now. a bad habit,at that. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll promise if i ever got a blackberry,i won't change2 anymore!&lt;br /&gt;yeah right,so much for it.... easier said than done eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe in pink. i believe laughing is the best calorie burner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe in kissing, kissing a lot. i believe in being strong when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything seems to be going wrong. i believe that happy girls are the prettiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i believe that tomorrow's another day and i believe in miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1030775756802804582?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1030775756802804582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1030775756802804582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1030775756802804582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1030775756802804582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/07/sighness.html' title='sighness.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-5342622062648258685</id><published>2009-06-30T10:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:08:48.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>man in the mirror.</title><content type='html'>blogger is being such a bitch,i wonder why????&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't allows me to upload any kinds of photos,be it anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;GOD! what is wrong with you,blogger? trying to add fuel in the fire???!!&lt;br /&gt;I AM IN PMS MODE &amp;amp; YOU'RE FUCKING MESSING WITH ME!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;god. i hate blogger. i goddamn hate you. no,loathe you,more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? of all the times???? it decided to trigger with my fucking mood,now?&lt;br /&gt;why must you be like this in times of me not feeling good? not feeling well?&lt;br /&gt;YES,GODDAMN IT! MS RED IS HERE AGAIN! HALLELUJAH!&lt;br /&gt;do not make me shake you up &amp;amp; down,right &amp;amp; left! sheeeesshhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;i really really do not want to blow up or have any kind of feeling now!&lt;br /&gt;because right now,i am goddamn feeling-less. no feelings at all!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i am trying to breath right now,just breathe. god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-5342622062648258685?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/5342622062648258685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=5342622062648258685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5342622062648258685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5342622062648258685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-in-mirror.html' title='man in the mirror.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2148794900481861543</id><published>2009-06-21T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:50:50.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foolish in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sj2rCqgsO8I/AAAAAAAAFdc/PuJBJcTfW_Y/s1600-h/z152180725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sj2rCqgsO8I/AAAAAAAAFdc/PuJBJcTfW_Y/s320/z152180725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349619994645511106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think everyone has a side where they are depressed &amp;amp; unhappy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some people ignore it. Some people try to change it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some people completely show it &amp;amp; some people, they deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sunday already eh? well,it's back to reality tomorrow! GAH!&lt;br /&gt;i'm really,really dreading it. sigh. back to reality &amp;amp; more topsy turvy!&lt;br /&gt;yes people,if you haven't known,yours truly is back to work tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost like 2 weeks,she hadn't step foot in great world city..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's like heaven!! heaven,you know? but it only last for a week &amp;amp; a half. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,i'm back to being a busy bee like a busy business woman! sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;there's lots of work to be done,i assume. there's ALWAYS work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;i have yet to be updated with the news flash of work,promotions and etc.&lt;br /&gt;so,my guess is,tomorrow,i am being bombarded with lots of things!!!&lt;br /&gt;but,i am being positive after a week &amp;amp; a half of taking a break... POSITIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a line drawn between,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the beginning and the end of anything;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and somehow we find hope every time we cross that line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sj2qs_R_FvI/AAAAAAAAFdU/n0qDyFGrENs/s1600-h/DSCN2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sj2qs_R_FvI/AAAAAAAAFdU/n0qDyFGrENs/s320/DSCN2560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349619622263854834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the boy is back to work,and somehow i missed the times we had.&lt;br /&gt;the 1 whole week of being together,just me &amp;amp; him,day and night. ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yesterday,was our last day of freedom together,our last day of victory.&lt;br /&gt;somehow,it lead to us,talking about our future together. i loved future talks.&lt;br /&gt;as much as it scares me,as much as i won't know what's happening later &amp;amp; then,&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that i still wanna be with you,spend the rest of my life with you.&lt;br /&gt;forever is impossible &amp;amp; maybe,never will exist. but with you,that's what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to now,we are still building this relationship,molding it to be better,not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;no relationships is ever perfect,there's never such thing as a perfect relationship.&lt;br /&gt;but,it's how we mold &amp;amp; build it to be better &amp;amp; try,to make it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;relationships are tough but that doesn't mean that we have to give up on it.&lt;br /&gt;giving up means that we never really treasure it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;that's what i have learnt,that's what i am still learning,still trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you,babe.&lt;/span&gt; i really do,and all i want is the rest of my life with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We spent most of our time talking about nothing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I just want to let you know that all of those nothings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have meant so much more to me than so many somethings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2148794900481861543?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2148794900481861543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2148794900481861543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2148794900481861543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2148794900481861543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/06/foolish-in-love.html' title='foolish in love.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sj2rCqgsO8I/AAAAAAAAFdc/PuJBJcTfW_Y/s72-c/z152180725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-3273456844524546970</id><published>2009-06-19T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:25:23.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>series of images.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sjtxy2F070I/AAAAAAAAFdM/oM8br3jMJ4Q/s1600-h/z164026698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sjtxy2F070I/AAAAAAAAFdM/oM8br3jMJ4Q/s320/z164026698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348994100759949122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's a big fucking world out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's messy, and it's chaotic, and it's never, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's never ever the thing you'd expect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's okay to be scared, but you can't allow your fears to turn you into an asshole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not when it comes to the people who love you, the people who need you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's thank god it's friday,yes. for once,i am not looking forward to weekends!&lt;br /&gt;because,the leave will come to an end on monday..... geeeee. )):&lt;br /&gt;and so much i want to have fun,stay at home &amp;amp; just laze around,there's work.&lt;br /&gt;it's back to reality,yes. i hope these few days have cleared my mind abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine being with someone you love for almost 48 hours? heeee.&lt;br /&gt;i love love love the fact that he's by my side,&amp;amp; that we both have nothing to worry!&lt;br /&gt;these few days have been splendid,i love it... i totally love. ((:&lt;br /&gt;the boy has been such a sweetheart,he's catering to all my demands too.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm very sad that this is ending,already.. tomorrow,our last day together..&lt;br /&gt;not together as in together but together in a sense like this,with no disturbance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just say what you mean and mean what you say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't expect someone to read your mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and don't play games with heads or hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't tell half truths and expect trust when the full trust comes out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half truths are no better than lies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't be cold to someone you care about, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indifference hurts more than angry words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,is my abang sedare's engagement! gaah,i hate this formal thing..&lt;br /&gt;so much for,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"when is yours?" &lt;/span&gt;lalalalala. i dread replying to it,everytime..&lt;br /&gt;if they want me to get married fast,have kids &amp;amp; be a housewife,please please,&lt;br /&gt;be prepare to donate me half a billion dollars kay? tsssk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rolls eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please lah!!! marriage isn't that easy kay? it takes a lot,plus a lot of money!!!&lt;br /&gt;SIAO AH WANNA MARRY SO FAST?!!!!!!!! wait ah 4 years,mininum. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cute guys are amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not the super sexy guys, who are too shallow even for themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the ones who are sort of clumsy, and dorky at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who are always sorta sweet.They are the ones worth keeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i think,the boy just falls into this category. just cute,for me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are a lot of people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one ever sees everything exactly the same way you do; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it just doesn't happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially if they're the important ones, you might as well hold onto them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-3273456844524546970?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/3273456844524546970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=3273456844524546970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3273456844524546970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3273456844524546970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/06/series-of-images.html' title='series of images.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sjtxy2F070I/AAAAAAAAFdM/oM8br3jMJ4Q/s72-c/z164026698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-3935280710424777171</id><published>2009-06-18T17:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:24:29.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kisses and rain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoSyiKsrkI/AAAAAAAAFdE/9dITPZeujmg/s1600-h/z173548694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoSyiKsrkI/AAAAAAAAFdE/9dITPZeujmg/s320/z173548694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348608166830321218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe nothing because it is written in books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe nothing because the wise men say it is so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe nothing because it is a religious doctrine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe it only because you yourself believe it to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's thursday and tomorrow,is thank god is friday,yesss!!! heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;i have been having a hell of a time this few days of my leave...&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing stopping me ever,to have fun &amp;amp; be happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;because,it has always been work,work &amp;amp; work. god,the agony of it.&lt;br /&gt;but,i have 3 more days still before i'm back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,was just quality time with the boy at home. just simple.&lt;br /&gt;the boy and i have been having a hell of a time,be it together or with friends.&lt;br /&gt;and for him,it's 2 more days back to reality also.. hehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;it's been fun,we have been having fun till our pockets run dry. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes i wonder if anything's absolute anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there still right and wrong?Good and bad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truth and lies?Or is everything negotiable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left to interpretation, grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; transform it,cause we're faced with things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that are not of our own making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sometimes things simply catch up to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so,yesterday..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoSj1HgSUI/AAAAAAAAFc8/C3KxP0HYJmk/s1600-h/DSCN2545.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/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoSj1HgSUI/AAAAAAAAFc8/C3KxP0HYJmk/s320/DSCN2545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348607914219161922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoSHQgSuMI/AAAAAAAAFc0/6q7GVnKltXQ/s1600-h/DSCN2542.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/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoSHQgSuMI/AAAAAAAAFc0/6q7GVnKltXQ/s320/DSCN2542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348607423354681538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoRlu3tUEI/AAAAAAAAFcs/dp2JpMPh5VI/s1600-h/DSCN2547.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/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoRlu3tUEI/AAAAAAAAFcs/dp2JpMPh5VI/s320/DSCN2547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348606847390404674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoRH9Eh4uI/AAAAAAAAFck/2W9XLuXS6aY/s1600-h/DSCN2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoRH9Eh4uI/AAAAAAAAFck/2W9XLuXS6aY/s320/DSCN2554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348606335806202594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoQnphtUiI/AAAAAAAAFcc/1GYFu6xCdMs/s1600-h/DSCN2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoQnphtUiI/AAAAAAAAFcc/1GYFu6xCdMs/s320/DSCN2560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348605780804063778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoQQDdhFRI/AAAAAAAAFcU/oBo8rS8Y9os/s1600-h/DSCN2562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoQQDdhFRI/AAAAAAAAFcU/oBo8rS8Y9os/s320/DSCN2562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348605375448945938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we,the boys and i plus my favorite girl went sentosa-ing!!!! hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;even if it was 5 of us,even with shahrul stranded at brani &amp;amp; incomplete,&lt;br /&gt;hell do we made it happened! we swam,we had fun,we laughed.. it was enough.&lt;br /&gt;plus,even if it was 1 or 2 of them,nothing could go wrong with them around..&lt;br /&gt;and that above,are just a few of my favorite pictures &amp;amp; the rest,&lt;br /&gt;of which you can find at yours truly facebook!! it's so tiring to upload.. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the sand,sun &amp;amp; sea though i know,i hate the scorching hot sun!&lt;br /&gt;but,the feeling of getting into the waters was like goddamn unexplainable!&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while since i went swimming and god,do i truly love it.. HEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;if only,there was clear blue waters like perth,australia,phuket,bali.. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;next destination ah,get that in mind! hehehehehe. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happiness doesn't come cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell, if it did we would all be smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-3935280710424777171?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/3935280710424777171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=3935280710424777171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3935280710424777171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/3935280710424777171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/06/kisses-and-rain.html' title='kisses and rain.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjoSyiKsrkI/AAAAAAAAFdE/9dITPZeujmg/s72-c/z173548694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-5528425048937173857</id><published>2009-06-16T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:59:04.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sjc_rCfUemI/AAAAAAAAFcM/h9sNPx4PHEI/s1600-h/z175132104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sjc_rCfUemI/AAAAAAAAFcM/h9sNPx4PHEI/s320/z175132104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347813091160914530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A person’s pursuit of goodness leads to greatness, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the pursuit of greatness leads to ruin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pursue goodness and you will achieve great things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tuesday,16th. it means 10 more days to happiness. HAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;happiness,my foot ah. it means that i have to pay all the overdue bills!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i hate thinking about bills,money &amp;amp; mostly money. i loathe it.&lt;br /&gt;but aniways,i still have many more days before i get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;so far,so good. no thinking of work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; that's like heaven. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will make the most time of my leaves a good one. hehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as far as i can see,it's been doing good. i have been exercising! ehem.&lt;br /&gt;not so much aggressive or intense ones,but pilates &amp;amp; skipping,mostly.&lt;br /&gt;at least,i did right? rather than me lazing around &amp;amp; eat,like always.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know what?! Tregedies happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you gonna do? Give up? Quit? No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realize now that when your heart breaks you got to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fight like hell to make sure you`re still alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you are. and that pain you feel, its life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The confusion and fear,that's there to remind you that somewhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out there is something better and that something is worth fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday,the boy and i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sjc_iadtFSI/AAAAAAAAFcE/VvGLm3LTIdw/s1600-h/m_landofthelost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sjc_iadtFSI/AAAAAAAAFcE/VvGLm3LTIdw/s320/m_landofthelost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347812942977766690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we went to catch this,LAND OF THE LOST! hahahahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;i give it,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5/5 popcorn stars&lt;/span&gt;! it's bloody hilarious,at some parts.&lt;br /&gt;stupid,corny &amp;amp; very entertaining. the boy &amp;amp; i couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; till,at some parts,i laughed very,very hard... really! ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;it's worth your moolahs,worth your time and sitting through watching it.&lt;br /&gt;if you're a fan of comedies &amp;amp; stupid things,then you should go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe today,i intend to watch ghost of girlfriend past!! heh.&lt;br /&gt;i know right? but the boy,insisted that we don't as he don't want to..&lt;br /&gt;well,he actually don't want to waste his money loh... BLUEKKS!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. but we'll see hor? or i'll literally drag him to lot 1,&lt;br /&gt;and act that i just want to go window-shopping and just drag him,&lt;br /&gt;to the goddamn movies eh? bad,bad girlfriend!!!!! HEHEHEHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dalmatians are born with spots, they don't earn them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leopards are born with spots, &amp;amp; can't change them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We as people, have to earn our spots in life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and change them to be the best possible person we can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-5528425048937173857?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/5528425048937173857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=5528425048937173857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5528425048937173857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/5528425048937173857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/06/choice.html' title='the choice.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Sjc_rCfUemI/AAAAAAAAFcM/h9sNPx4PHEI/s72-c/z175132104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-7273164151013585053</id><published>2009-06-15T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:30:37.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we have our moments,don't we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjXZ2YvPDRI/AAAAAAAAFb0/VeRhJEGpDHk/s1600-h/z153938603.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjXZ2YvPDRI/AAAAAAAAFb0/VeRhJEGpDHk/s320/z153938603.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347419660949064978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's something to be said about a glass half full, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about knowing when to say when. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think it's more of a floating line, a barometer of need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of desire. It's entirely up to the individual, and it depends what's being poured. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there's no such thing as enough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the glass is bottomless... all we want is more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,i really wish it was skin deep. but no,right? it's what outside,still.&lt;br /&gt;today,when i look myself into the mirror,i see an unbeautiful girl in it.&lt;br /&gt;what with the cellulite's,geees. the face and everything that matters to me..&lt;br /&gt;i somehow,feel inferior. i felt small compared to any other human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i felt,i am of no use. i am not beautiful. not sexy &amp;amp; surely,not gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;sighhhhh. why,of all days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but despite me complaining,i have did my pilates &amp;amp; a fair share of dieting.&lt;br /&gt;i should stop on my junk food &amp;amp; my outrageous chicken intakes. i should!&lt;br /&gt;well,not say stopped. but,cut down on it. at least,eat it for once a week...&lt;br /&gt;and more raw vegetables &amp;amp; fruits. EEEK! i know,i can do it.. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;the boy has at least,advice me on this for a couple of months,&lt;br /&gt;and i simply don't listen,AT ALL! i should be grateful right? yeah,right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pain. You just have to ride it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can only hope it goes away on its own, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope the wound that caused it heals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are no solutions, no easy answers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you just breath deep and wait for it to subside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i am literally going insane on phones &amp;amp; other things! haha.&lt;br /&gt;i have now,3 phones actually. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LG KS360 &lt;/span&gt;which is used by sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LG KT610&lt;/span&gt;,which is used by yours truly,a phone just like blair's in GG! (:&lt;br /&gt;and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MOTORAZR&lt;/span&gt;,just like how serena used in GG! hahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;plus,a quest to save up money &amp;amp; buy either,blackberry bold or E63.&lt;br /&gt;the boy was like,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WHAT THE ****?!" &lt;/span&gt;he asked me why i need so much phone!&lt;br /&gt;it simply because,i am fickle minded like that &amp;amp; don't know which to use! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus,i have to really save up for the upcoming months,i have to cut down.&lt;br /&gt;cutting down meaning,lesser clothes,lesser bags &amp;amp; shoes &amp;amp; everything that goes!&lt;br /&gt;sigh. it feels like shit having to live paycheck after paycheck,you get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;but you know,there's no free lunch in this world. no,goddamn it. there isn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some kind of guide to tell you when you've crossed the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It would be nice if you could see it coming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I don't know how you fit it on a map. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As for rules, maybe there are none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe the rules of intimacy are something we have to define for ourselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-7273164151013585053?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/7273164151013585053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=7273164151013585053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7273164151013585053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/7273164151013585053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-have-our-momentsdont-we.html' title='we have our moments,don&apos;t we?'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjXZ2YvPDRI/AAAAAAAAFb0/VeRhJEGpDHk/s72-c/z153938603.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-9104664794016924317</id><published>2009-06-14T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:14:33.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and then,it's 35th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjSrDHwkQPI/AAAAAAAAFbc/bh65XYpSxXI/s1600-h/z96240794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjSrDHwkQPI/AAAAAAAAFbc/bh65XYpSxXI/s320/z96240794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347086727706329330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"After careful consideration and many sleepless nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here’s what I've decided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no such thing as a grown-up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We move out, we move away from our families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the basic insecurities, the fears and all the old wounds just grow up with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just when you think life has forced you to truly become an adult,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your mother says something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We get bigger, taller, older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, for the most part, we're still a bunch of kids,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;running around the playground, trying desperately to fit in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjSto4GEwvI/AAAAAAAAFbs/nQOYRXfAADw/s1600-h/DSCN2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjSto4GEwvI/AAAAAAAAFbs/nQOYRXfAADw/s320/DSCN2396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347089575359857394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;happy 35th,babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you are still the best,in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;it's the month today,left before our 3rd year together,next month..&lt;br /&gt;throughout these almost 3 years together,i have learnt a lot about us.&lt;br /&gt;through our ups &amp;amp; downs,our utmost outrageous fights that we had,&lt;br /&gt;to our most loving,almost embarrassing moments,we had it all.&lt;br /&gt;and till this day,my heart is still beating for you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you,babe. thank you for loving me all this while. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a hell of a roller coaster ride,but i know that we'll make it through.&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying &amp;amp; hoping that our relationship will always be blessed...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that,we'll have what we both will have in 5 years time,insyallah.&lt;br /&gt;just so you know,babe,i will always be here for you,no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;and i will never stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've heard that it’s possible to grow up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've just never met anyone who’s actually done it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We throw tantrums when things don’t go our way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We whisper secrets with our best friend, in the dark. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We look for comfort where we can find it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we hope against all logic, against all experience, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like children, we never give up hope."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,i'll be back with pictures i hope? it has been a while eh? lol.&lt;br /&gt;i realized that the boy &amp;amp; i haven't been taking proper pictures together..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that i,have neglect photography due to working my hell off.&lt;br /&gt;and i would wanna be pimple free,please! goddamn it,i hate pimples.&lt;br /&gt;no,i have not much pimples nowadays,lol! but,black heads!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i NEED to go for a facial just for removing black heads,soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How do you know how much is too much? Too much too soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too much information. Too much fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too much love, or too much to ask of someone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When is it all just too much for us to bear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-9104664794016924317?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/9104664794016924317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=9104664794016924317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/9104664794016924317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/9104664794016924317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-thenits-35th.html' title='and then,it&apos;s 35th.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjSrDHwkQPI/AAAAAAAAFbc/bh65XYpSxXI/s72-c/z96240794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-6833928147217784372</id><published>2009-06-13T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:47:40.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dreams,much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjNxCdra6YI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/cOwLASqpiPE/s1600-h/z171769023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjNxCdra6YI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/cOwLASqpiPE/s320/z171769023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346741469759334786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it true? the quote above? i really believed it is that way.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,just look at me &amp;amp; how i always got stuck with communicating..&lt;br /&gt;it gets harder when you try,it gets really harder when you don't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;and it will get to the hardest part when you tried &amp;amp; failed &amp;amp; then,you gave up.&lt;br /&gt;that's life,for you. without communication,nothing can ever succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,how are you &amp;amp; the world doing? i hope good,despite anything..&lt;br /&gt;i know,i have been neglecting this dearest humble blog of mine,but no more.&lt;br /&gt;today,yours truly have start her really long leave which she really needed...&lt;br /&gt;and i will,hopefully,update as often as you can see me &amp;amp; then,get bored!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehe. because,i have many plans this coming long leave. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So go ahead. Argue with the ref, change the rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheat a little, take a break and tend to your wounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But play. Play. Play hard, play fast... play loose and free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Play as if there were no tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game... right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried looking &amp;amp; all i got was stumbling upon an old skin i REALLY loved.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thus,that explains the reusing of this skin that i loved. hehehe. =p&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow,is just 1 month before our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt;. god,how time flies. gee.&lt;br /&gt;it's scary isn't it? how time seems to just pass by,pass &amp;amp; keep on passing. ):&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how,we would have to accept the fact that is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to do some catching up with a lot of people! &amp;amp; by a lot,i mean ALL.&lt;br /&gt;everyone that i haven't seen for quite the longest time. sigh,sigh!&lt;br /&gt;especially,dear bestfriend before she comes &amp;amp; kill me! hehehehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;plus,bestie too. well,at least now,she's in perth. so,i'm safe. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt; i really,really love this cool weather,now.&lt;br /&gt;at least,for this few hours. just when i say it,it stop raining. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In general, lines are there for a reason. For security, for clarity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you choose to cross the line, you pretty much do so at your own risk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why is it that the bigger the line, the greater the temptation to cross it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We cant help ourselves. When we see a line we want to cross it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe it’s the thrill of the unfamiliar, a sort of personal dare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The only problem is once that you’ve crossed, it’s almost impossible to go back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, if you do manage to make it back across the line, you find safety in numbers."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-6833928147217784372?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/6833928147217784372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=6833928147217784372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6833928147217784372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/6833928147217784372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/06/weird-dreamsmuch.html' title='weird dreams,much?'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SjNxCdra6YI/AAAAAAAAFbQ/cOwLASqpiPE/s72-c/z171769023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-4459387380338041816</id><published>2009-06-09T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:38:04.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's like that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Si5-HLstDWI/AAAAAAAAFbI/rz4_zS3nIPE/s1600-h/z109078878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Si5-HLstDWI/AAAAAAAAFbI/rz4_zS3nIPE/s320/z109078878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345348469599833442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We all go through life like bulls in a china shop. A chip here, a crack there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doing damage to ourselves, to other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The problem is trying to control the damage we've done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or that's been done to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes the damage catches us by surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we think we can fix the damage."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello world. i know,i realized the date,the time &amp;amp; the last time i updated.&lt;br /&gt;thanks eh s&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hanny sayang ku&lt;/span&gt; for making me realize! HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;well,here i am now. i'm sorry i haven't been updating and all.&lt;br /&gt;work's been hell,as usual. what more with the gss season here? sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this sale period. i am bloody broke &amp;amp; i don't have money.&lt;br /&gt;no money equals to no shopping,at all. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,if you wanna ask how have i been? i have been never better,i think?&lt;br /&gt;life has been serving me well,i have surprisingly,been doing okay...&lt;br /&gt;and my answer will be,of course i am good. i hope i will be. heh.&lt;br /&gt;despite the ning nong &amp;amp; all,i will be okay. i will be. i have to. (:&lt;br /&gt;after thursday &amp;amp; friday,i will be on a very long break. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A wise man once said you can have anything in life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if you will sacrifice everything else for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What he meant is nothing comes without a price. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So before you go into battle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you better decide how much you're willing to lose." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been updating much,actually. except for tweeting. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;you will see me twit &amp;amp; twit till no thought will come across my mind. (:&lt;br /&gt;so if you want simple short updates from yours truly,follow me on twitter.&lt;br /&gt;if not,just visit this humble yet simple blog of mine when i update. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got some updated pictures on facebook which,i'm lazy to upload here.&lt;br /&gt;so,feel free to look &amp;amp; kepo2 comment on them lah hor? hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;i am now,fat,yes. do not comment to which i have already known! =p&lt;br /&gt;tsssk. i need to do some exercising,pronto! sigh. pilates would be good.&lt;br /&gt;my long long break,i shall. i will &amp;amp; i shall. i promise to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too often, going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and letting someone in means abandoning the walls,&lt;br /&gt;you've spent a lifetime building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course, the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don't see coming, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when we don't have time to come up with a strategy to pick ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a side or to measure the potential loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When that happens, when the battle chooses us,&lt;br /&gt;and not the other way around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-4459387380338041816?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/4459387380338041816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=4459387380338041816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4459387380338041816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4459387380338041816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-like-that.html' title='life&apos;s like that.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Si5-HLstDWI/AAAAAAAAFbI/rz4_zS3nIPE/s72-c/z109078878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1885259322834835120</id><published>2009-06-01T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:22:37.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never ever changing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SiNvaRTxhJI/AAAAAAAAFbA/d5ogIGQS5n0/s1600-h/z173109300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SiNvaRTxhJI/AAAAAAAAFbA/d5ogIGQS5n0/s320/z173109300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342236080105161874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At some point, you have to make a decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boundaries don't keep other people out, they fence you in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is messy, that's how we're made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's what I know. If you're willing to throw caution to the wind and take a chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the view from the other side... is spectacular."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy june,all. yes,like it or not.. it's already JUNE!! june,yes.&lt;br /&gt;but ANIWAYS,i am going to welcome this june with grace.. (:&lt;br /&gt;dear june,please be good to me and everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;and dearest may,you have served me well.. thank you,dear may.&lt;br /&gt;june,do your job kid. i know you will do me proud,i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,was almost spend me,in front of the computer with chunks of memories.&lt;br /&gt;and i mean with lots &amp;amp; lots of old memories keep swinging by,&lt;br /&gt;each &amp;amp; every time i look at the photos &amp;amp; all,it keep coming to me.&lt;br /&gt;how much i missed the old times,only god will know. it's the best time.&lt;br /&gt;the secondary times,the pizzahut times.. and everything that goes.&lt;br /&gt;god,if i could really turn back the time. sigh. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can only lie to ourselves for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are tired, we are scared, and denying it doesn't change the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;head on, guns blazing... Denial. It's not just a river in Egypt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SiNuc92POnI/AAAAAAAAFa4/f1A7vtFPRyw/s1600-h/DSCN1704.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/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SiNuc92POnI/AAAAAAAAFa4/f1A7vtFPRyw/s320/DSCN1704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342235026908985970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and and and, i miss this boy already! sigh. yesterday,he didn't meet me. ):&lt;br /&gt;yes,i know. i am pampered like that! hehehehe. but really,i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;he is now at work,doing nothing but just lepak &amp;amp; laughing. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;i have now,exactly 8 more hours before i get to meet him. SO LONG!&lt;br /&gt;or maybe,to let time pass by me faster,i'll read a couple of books.&lt;br /&gt;no,maybe i should sleep. hehehehehe. sleep only ah efff!!!!! =p&lt;br /&gt;happy june,all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So what makes anger different from the six other deadly sins? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's pretty simple really. You give in to a sin like envy or pride, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you only hurt yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try lust or coveting and you'll only hurt yourself and one or two others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But anger is the worst... the mother of all sins... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not only can anger drive you over the edge, when it does, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can take an awful lot of people with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1885259322834835120?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1885259322834835120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1885259322834835120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1885259322834835120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1885259322834835120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/06/never-ever-changing.html' title='never ever changing.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SiNvaRTxhJI/AAAAAAAAFbA/d5ogIGQS5n0/s72-c/z173109300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2427734128605567699</id><published>2009-05-31T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:35:55.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stagnant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SiKfVDeKKHI/AAAAAAAAFaw/PbciEUCdxhE/s1600-h/z108545634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SiKfVDeKKHI/AAAAAAAAFaw/PbciEUCdxhE/s320/z108545634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342007292072700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Responsibility. It really does suck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfortunately,once you get past the age of braces and training bras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;responsibility doesn't go away. It can't be avoided. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Either someone makes us face it or we suffer the consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And still adulthood has it perks. I mean the shoes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sex, the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's, pretty damn good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the last day of may,hurrah! sigh. see what i ALWAYS mean?&lt;br /&gt;yes,you do,do you? time really,really flies.. and look where are we now?&lt;br /&gt;and before we know it,we will be passing by july already.. double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;nah. i know it's no use whining over the time when it will happen...&lt;br /&gt;i know. that's why i'm using all the time i have now,with me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work's was totally crazy,just now. not enough rest though it looks slow.&lt;br /&gt;heh. well,keep running here &amp;amp; there and everywhere &amp;amp; GONE.&lt;br /&gt;every minute doing recovery is totally wasted. 5 mins,it's back to MESSY!&lt;br /&gt;then,i think i gave up. HAHAHAHAHA. totally.... SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Intimacy is a four syllable word for: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is my heart and soul, please grind into hamburger, and enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and impossible to live without. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intimacy also comes attached to the three R's... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relatives, romance, and roommates. There are some things you can't escape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And other things you just don't want to know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,after this... i would already want to drop dead to wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;i really couldn't take it anymore,the pain,the tiredness. LE SIGH AH!&lt;br /&gt;this week,at EXPO for 2 freaking days to help out with the fair. SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;and after that,the next week,straight days shift working without rest.&lt;br /&gt;then again,comes the leave i applied! hehehehehe. so,come on eff!&lt;br /&gt;you can do it,you will. you have to. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy can be an idiot but his sweetness always comes in the right time.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,only. hehehehehe. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you babe. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight dear world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appreciating small victories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the end of the day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the fact that we have the courage to still be standing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is reason enough to celebrate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2427734128605567699?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2427734128605567699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2427734128605567699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2427734128605567699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2427734128605567699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/05/stagnant.html' title='stagnant.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SiKfVDeKKHI/AAAAAAAAFaw/PbciEUCdxhE/s72-c/z108545634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2553023504375323589</id><published>2009-05-26T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:35:32.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too little,too late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShuJ_ElNSgI/AAAAAAAAFao/WxrhwkwKAu8/s1600-h/z98940269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShuJ_ElNSgI/AAAAAAAAFao/WxrhwkwKAu8/s320/z98940269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340013499832420866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There's an old proverb that says you can't choose your family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You take what fate hands you. And like them or not, love them or not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;understand them or not, you cope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then there's the school of thought that says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the family you're born into is simply a starting point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They feed you, clothe you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and take care of you until you're ready to go out into the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There you find your own tribe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's finally,thank god for that,at least a cooling &amp;amp; breezy tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i hate the scorching hot sun that is shining upon us. ):&lt;br /&gt;like i always whine &amp;amp; rave about,i would love to give new york,a visit!&lt;br /&gt;but then again,that would always be a dream,i hopefully can achieve..&lt;br /&gt;of course i can,isn't it? i can always save the money! HAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;families,like i said are the most vital important thing in your life.&lt;br /&gt;they are,no matter how imperfect,no matter what you're going through.&lt;br /&gt;parents,for one,they always leave us to ourselves when we reach an age.&lt;br /&gt;they think that when we have already grown up,we can take care of ourselve.&lt;br /&gt;but,they are wrong. we still need protection,guidance &amp;amp; tender loving care..&lt;br /&gt;and that my friends,is where they are always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who gets to determine when the old ends and the new begins? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s not on the calendar, it’s not a birthday, it’s not a new year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s an event, big or small, something that changes us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ideally, that gives us hope, a new way of living and looking at the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a way of letting go of old habits, old memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's important is that we never stop believing we can have a new beginning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it's also important to remember that, amid all the crap, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there are a few things worth holding on to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,the boy is back &amp;amp; he's sleeping soundly. he looks like a baby!&lt;br /&gt;but then,after this.. he's going to leave to his big chalet party! =/&lt;br /&gt;well,"single" lads out lah katekan. sheeeshh. menyampah aku! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;nothing gonna stop me today because i'm going out to,lot 1 aje!&lt;br /&gt;me &amp;amp; the siblings are going to watch night at the museum 2! hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month,i'm going to watch my finances very,very carefully.&lt;br /&gt;no spending me money like it grows on tree! crap,eff. you should stop.&lt;br /&gt;money is crucial in this time of recession &amp;amp; you need to save. SAVE!&lt;br /&gt;no more thinking of here,there &amp;amp; all your WANTS. REMEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;save,think of your needs and the future days ahead of you,kay?!&lt;br /&gt;well... easier said than done,huh? we'll see.. (: taaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're what you do. Some things you say because you have no other choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2553023504375323589?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2553023504375323589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2553023504375323589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2553023504375323589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2553023504375323589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-littletoo-late.html' title='too little,too late.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShuJ_ElNSgI/AAAAAAAAFao/WxrhwkwKAu8/s72-c/z98940269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2666492248737627083</id><published>2009-05-25T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:35:33.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one that got away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Shp9pJR-sJI/AAAAAAAAFag/2R42XhjLdSk/s1600-h/z134823185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Shp9pJR-sJI/AAAAAAAAFag/2R42XhjLdSk/s320/z134823185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339718454020583570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The thing people forget is how good it can feel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you finally set secrets free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open, like it or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And once your secrets are out in the open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you don't have to hide behind them anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The problem with secrets is even when,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you think you're in control, you're not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a lovely monday,i guess? lovely wak lu ah eff. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously mr sun,stop yourself from burning us too much!&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i could get heat stroke,one day. sigh,sigh,sigh!&lt;br /&gt;i really,really wish i could move to new york city. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;too much influence by gossip girl,i think? &amp;amp; speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally,i ended my episodes of gossip girl,last week. it's so sad! ):&lt;br /&gt;the last episode makes me want it more &amp;amp; more &amp;amp; i couldn't wait!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY,CHUCK BASS YOU MOTHERCHUCKER!!!!! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;what took you so long to tell blair you loved her? tsssssskk.&lt;br /&gt;god. i hate the last season,i totally "hate" it when it makes me want more!&lt;br /&gt;I SERIOUSLY CANNOT WAIT FOR SEASON 3 ALREADYY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But the thing is, it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because almost everyone has that smallest bit of faith and hope, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that one day they would open their eyes and it would all come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It turns up when you don’t really expect it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s like one day you realize that the fairy tale, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is slightly different than your dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The castle, well it may not be a castle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it’s not so important that it’s happily ever after, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just that it’s happy right now. See, once in a while, once in a blue moon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people will surprise you. And once in awhile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people may even take your breath away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a lazy,lazy day today because i am so tired. goddamn tired.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot tahan &amp;amp; i asked for replacement off today. sigh. really.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tomorrow,is another off day before another 3 days straight work.&lt;br /&gt;and finally then,SATURDAY. off day and the DAY! THAT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahaha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*kening naik-naik* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy is on night shift today! then again,what's new eh?!&lt;br /&gt;his smell is lingering. sigh. guess these days i'm very needy.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. i need him too much,i just want him by my side..&lt;br /&gt;but then,it's not NEEDY right? it's call i need him. heh.&lt;br /&gt;well,it sounds the same but the definition certainly isn't...&lt;br /&gt;goodbye,world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;until we finally understand for ourselves like Benjamin Franklin meant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that even the biggest failure, even the worst most intractable mistake, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beats the hell out of never trying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-2666492248737627083?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/2666492248737627083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=2666492248737627083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2666492248737627083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/2666492248737627083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-that-got-away.html' title='one that got away.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/Shp9pJR-sJI/AAAAAAAAFag/2R42XhjLdSk/s72-c/z134823185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-1464823571178569785</id><published>2009-05-21T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:25:38.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of decisions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShUh9AH2JaI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/WVlTti19ypA/s1600-h/z154648283.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShUh9AH2JaI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/WVlTti19ypA/s320/z154648283.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338210265206236578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is like a rose. It can be as beautiful as the petals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or it can be as dangerous as the thorns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch how you handle it, always love it right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and treat it well, and you should be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's thursday and my first off day before i start going ballistic! haha.&lt;br /&gt;after today &amp;amp; tomorrow,my 6 days straight of working is already starting!!&lt;br /&gt;imagine.. try imagining please!! 6 days of working full shift,10-9.30!!!&lt;br /&gt;argh. i will &amp;amp; cannot imagine the agony of it,even! sigh. sigh. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;what's more me working 2 days already cannot tahan.. aiyoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,the boy has already went to work. night shift,ape lagi! -__-&lt;br /&gt;plus,i'm trying to accumulate all my tiredness &amp;amp; rest well. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;what the hell? ANIWAYS,i ran out of words to talk.. tssssk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laugh a lot, so that when your older, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the wrinkles will be in just the right places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back,i hope? please wish me the best of health! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;well,i need all the wishes right? 6 days of agony &amp;amp; pain. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i won't be back looking like a haggard grandma loh!!&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i love chuck bass forever. and edward cullen too. (:&lt;br /&gt;goodbye,world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t spend your time looking for that perfect person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The harder you look, the harder it gets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Throw all that away and have fun with your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t go looking for that something called love;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it shows up in the most unexpected place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the most unexplainable times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just welcome it when it comes, and love it while you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy your life, giving and getting the love from family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Live for the memories you build, the moment that takes your breathe away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and a future full of adventures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-1464823571178569785?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/1464823571178569785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=1464823571178569785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1464823571178569785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/1464823571178569785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-decisions.html' title='of decisions.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShUh9AH2JaI/AAAAAAAAFaQ/WVlTti19ypA/s72-c/z154648283.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-4819134062883227531</id><published>2009-05-18T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:36:17.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a mystery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShDvLMDAZZI/AAAAAAAAFaI/_w9LXXbZps0/s1600-h/staytruetattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShDvLMDAZZI/AAAAAAAAFaI/_w9LXXbZps0/s320/staytruetattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337028533925471634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"There are times when even the best of us have trouble with commitment, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and we may be surprised at the commitments,&lt;br /&gt;we're willing to let slip out of our grasp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Commitments are complicated. We may surprise ourselves by the commitments, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we're willing to make, true commitment, takes effort, and sacrifice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which is why sometimes, we have to learn the hard way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to choose our commitments very carefully."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's monday and indeed,a cool monday for me. thank god for that.. (:&lt;br /&gt;i love the rain,i love the cool breeze that is dawning upon me now. heh.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. if only it will be this cool weather every single day,perfect!&lt;br /&gt;instead of the goddamn hot weather that is shining through us. )):&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was in new york,which right now according to my ipod touch,&lt;br /&gt;is at 12 degrees Celsius.... )): arghhh. i would pull a serena look. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;with the coat,the boots and those jeans. and scarf. dream on lah eh effff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like i had a lot of things to do but so little time. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;like how facebook sometimes is driving me mad,mad,mad!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm a facebook addict,so many applications,quizzes... so little time! ):&lt;br /&gt;what with my pet society,mafia wars,sorority life... ugghhh.&lt;br /&gt;and plus back to reality,the tons of books that i have left out.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i read a book,it almost got to me till i left fb out.&lt;br /&gt;but when i am on fb the whole day,it gets to me till i left my books out.&lt;br /&gt;you get what i mean? sheeeeeshhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We are left with a choice. Either let the guilt throw you back into the behavior, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that got you into trouble in the first place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or learn from the guilt and do your best to move on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's nearly the end of may! don't you think time is passing us fast?!&lt;br /&gt;so little time to do this,people to meet.. friends to catch up with.&lt;br /&gt;talking about friends,i miss the bestfriend. i miss the bestie. i miss the clans.&lt;br /&gt;why does time always have to get in our way of life?!&lt;br /&gt;if only time would slow down a little,just a tiny bit. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about time,i have to plan my time properly for the couple of months..&lt;br /&gt;june,with lots of friends weddings &amp;amp; engagements stuffs. what with work..&lt;br /&gt;plus,july is THE month!!!!!!! i am still contemplating on what to do.&lt;br /&gt;so little time,so little money.. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; AUGUST!! the little boy specially requested a birthday party for him..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; wants ALOHA CHALET WITH THE PERSONAL SWIMMING POOL,SOME MORE!&lt;br /&gt;a BIG BEN 10 CAKE JUST FOR HIS BIRTHDAY!!! DIE. i confirm DIE.&lt;br /&gt;a little kid with a big demands. sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,whatever it is.. i hope that time would really slow down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;but,that will never really gonna happen,right? i know righhtttt.&lt;br /&gt;sigh. sigh. sigh. i shall go dive into my books now for an escape,&lt;br /&gt;out of reality for a while.. goodbye,world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All any of us can want, is more time. Time to stand up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to grow up. Time to let go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6037851059278124180-4819134062883227531?l=fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/feeds/4819134062883227531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6037851059278124180&amp;postID=4819134062883227531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4819134062883227531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6037851059278124180/posts/default/4819134062883227531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcukingtragedies.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifes-mystery.html' title='life&apos;s a mystery.'/><author><name>EFF</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/SOdcrDTKoSI/AAAAAAAADrE/yv5gDm0g1Po/S220/q158013702.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShDvLMDAZZI/AAAAAAAAFaI/_w9LXXbZps0/s72-c/staytruetattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6037851059278124180.post-2111835035838217307</id><published>2009-05-17T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:26:59.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it gets better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShAnkH3yreI/AAAAAAAAFaA/807qUna4x90/s1600-h/z117411404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6zgUDKd-9B0/ShAnkH3yreI/AAAAAAAAFaA/807qUna4x90/s320/z117411404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336809059975867874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We all think we’re going to be great and we feel a little bit robbed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when our expectations aren’t met. But sometimes expectations sell us short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got to wonder why we cling to our expectations, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because the expected is just what keeps us steady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing. Still, the expected is just the beginning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the unexpected is what changes our lives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 1 hour more before sunday ends. why does weekends have to end? ):&lt;br /&gt;but ANIWAYS,since i'm working on both of the days,thank god! haha.&lt;br /&gt;work was busy,busy,busy like a bee! seriously,massive mess! tssk!&lt;br /&gt;but despite that,today's sunday was boring like hell.&lt;br /&gt;i keep flipping through magazines,read the book,the hi-mile club. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,the boy is on night shift. sad. i miss him already leh. how?&lt;br /&gt;because i'm so pampered like that! i need him to put me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the days of him not working is either spend with me,layan-ing me,&lt;br /&gt;or either he has to tolerate my nonsense of keeping me company..&lt;br /&gt;it's very lonely without him today. if not,it's either him reading archie,&lt;br /&gt;or me reading archie comics too or either novel. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all we really want is to be close to somebody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter how much we hurt them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The people that are still with you at the end of the day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy promises me a day with him tomorrow! photography! ((:&lt;br /&gt;well,we'll see how lah hor? hope he keeps to his word,which sadly sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;ZILCH AH! hahahahahaha. sorry,babe! but it's true you know! =p&lt;br /&gt;and then,he expects me to tag along with his friends to karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;karaoke &amp;amp; mabok nek lu! tuesday gua keje ah geng! HAHAHAHAH
