<?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-5696041849355867901</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:42:58.560-08:00</updated><category term='hari raya'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='problems'/><category term='under 326 void deck'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>when two hearts unite..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-9053829492931305123</id><published>2008-08-17T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T08:44:41.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SKhCHbia2RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mKck9tZly0c/s1600-h/double+mahfuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235507262236842258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SKhCHbia2RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mKck9tZly0c/s320/double+mahfuz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really liek this pic.. and get this.. that's is my new fender jazz bass! hahaha.. got it for like 1000 bucks! well that is, after much bargaining with the dude who owns that shop. it's actually 1500! hahahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and idiot! i actually thought i was being ripped off! i took a closer look at my new bass at home and i saw scratches and screw-holes on the body. and plus my idiotic, irritating and every word that has to do with annoying, friend husain told me that maybe my bass was a fake only when i reached home! hahaha.. i went berzerk i tell u! stupid.. i almost wanted to go back to the shop and f*&amp;amp;^ the guy up! but it turned out to be an original one and the scratches, was actually the plastic protection cover .. which i forgot to peel off.. and the screw-holes.. it was actually connected to the pick-up guard that was already taken out.. hahaha.. idiot husain! you're to blame for my stupidity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a week plus to the big gig and damn.. it's like already a routine for me to pee in my pants every nite just thinking about it.. ( damn.. i'm just kidding ) but previously silhouette just performed at youth park with fire fight, allura and electrico. it was an album tour for electrico and they called us to play.. although people think it's stupid for electrico to do an album tour just in singapore, but i respect them. c'mon.. not trying to 'angkat buah' or what.. ( angkat buah means trying to make electrico like me or something like that.. go kamus for more information) anyways.. hey! at least they are living their dreams.. mtv asia awards, the chance to do what they like not only in singapore.. and it's not cheap to go for example from youth park to home club. i mean.. the rentals.. they have to pay u know.. but they are doing it because they deserve to.. they make singapore proud. aren't u proud too? hahaha.. and plus.. c'mon singapore is so small! that's why when they do that album tour, it seems ridiculous.. we're nt living in america people! get that in your head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and please .. i am not talking about anyone okay.. hahaha.. i just feel like having my freedom of speech today.. so i am sorie if i upset people who read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;recording's done.. mixing due on tuesday.. sending it for mastering after that.. so yeah that's that..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and for my time spent with baby, after the mixing, we went to weekend trip but sadly we missed trella's performance.. i really wanted to hear devil and goblok! ahaha.. damn u bong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then we ate at adam raod or something and then to hafiz's chalet.. hahaha.. funny i tell u.. we watched this stupid ghost movie.. the ending was a freaking turn off.. then after that congkak.. half way through we watched this drunk guy at the chalet beside us making a scene.. we don't mind.. exclusive preview.. hahaha.. i love it.. but it got boring so we went back to watch congkak.. hahaha.. the dudes were really funny.. hahahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the next morning went back with nasik lemak from changi to my place.. with baby of course.. hahaha.. chilled for a while then went jamming.. thanx baby.. u were really there for me.. i love u! muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-9053829492931305123?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/9053829492931305123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=9053829492931305123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/9053829492931305123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/9053829492931305123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-really-liek-this-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SKhCHbia2RI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mKck9tZly0c/s72-c/double+mahfuz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-3071476779552945273</id><published>2008-07-13T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:03.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>d&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SHotLoBDjcI/AAAAAAAAADw/eann8oef664/s1600-h/sentosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222536395633167810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SHotLoBDjcI/AAAAAAAAADw/eann8oef664/s320/sentosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a year gone .. wow.. we made it to one year.. hahaha.. cantek lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent the day at sentosa again.. this time just the two of us.. hahaha.. and the barbecue was super duper kerepek gule awesome! we have our own secret recipe now.. hahaha.. it's better than kfc i tell u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we spent our saturday at the recording first.. recorded the vocals for discover and sanctuary.. nice i tell u.. rizal.. u amazed me with ur vocals again.. hahahaha.. and martin took charge instead of leonard .. i never got to noe why.. ohwells.. but martin was really nice.. he actually had to go for his grandma's birthday but instead he took some time away from the family just to record for us.. hahaha.. thanx marts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we headed out to get my new fender bass!!! muahahaha.. 1500 reduced to 1000 .. muai per.. (agaknyer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the meeting at scape where dex wanted to manage the band lar sey.. hahaha.. all this happening so fast i could barely take it all in.. slowly mr bibir.. slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest gig is just around the corner.. have to finish the recording by 30th august.. check up on the 8th.. i think i really need my own personal manager.. oh wait .. i do have one.. BABY DADAH!!!! WHERE ARE U!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-3071476779552945273?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3071476779552945273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=3071476779552945273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/3071476779552945273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/3071476779552945273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/07/d-year-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SHotLoBDjcI/AAAAAAAAADw/eann8oef664/s72-c/sentosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-2289104174827033544</id><published>2008-07-01T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:04.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SGp0FImTqiI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ldq0kv1WSNA/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218110749818464802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SGp0FImTqiI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ldq0kv1WSNA/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see this gerl? yes i am deeply in love with her.. i swear to my god people.. we were meant for each other!!! hahaha.. even my dad knows her dad way before we knew each other..&lt;br /&gt;maybe we met before when we were young.. maner tau main kat playground kat marsiling or what.. hahaha.. crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so baby.. don't be jealous of anyone else ok.. i'm yours.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Dig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-2289104174827033544?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2289104174827033544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=2289104174827033544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/2289104174827033544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/2289104174827033544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/07/see-this-gerl-yes-i-am-deeply-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SGp0FImTqiI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ldq0kv1WSNA/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-945777021782037459</id><published>2008-06-27T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:04.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SGUcop8PauI/AAAAAAAAADg/d2YVZ-TbQPE/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216607228157455074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SGUcop8PauI/AAAAAAAAADg/d2YVZ-TbQPE/s320/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SGUZgJCXSFI/AAAAAAAAADY/SUNmrzd716w/s1600-h/IMAG0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;spent the whole day with baby and frens.. it was okay lar.. had fun.. but got dead beat tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truthfully.. although i hate to admit that baby's correct.. i really would like to spend the whole day with baby.. i am really suffering from an illness where i feel so sucky for nt being able to give baby my full attention.. she's my baby and i am responsible for her happiness.. but work has gotten in the way AGAIN.. hey.. it's for the best huh.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;spending time with her frens today was inevitable.. she planned the whole outing weeks ago and she was really looking forward to it.. felt nice to see her smiling with her friends without me bugging beside her.. and the outing was a job well done too if i might add. but whoa this guy was really disappointing.. hahaha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;she has this friend.. seriously.. really disappointing.. he tried so many ways to impress baby.. even when i'm right beside her!!! yes it was that obvious that i was able to see right through him.. hahaha.. i think ur too hot for them lar baby.. =) (and i am nt exaggerating due to jealousy or anything!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another friend was caught looking at baby all the way..! this time baby herself said that.. so it was nt a bad decision to nt let her tok to him anymore.. even though they are classmates.. hey.. i am nt that bad.. she wouldnt even let me tok to any of my girlfriends! friends for goodness sake.. hahaha.. i may be the dumbest.. but i am nt that dumb to nt see that he really likes her.. and if this goes on.. ishk.. tak nak ckp sak.. hahaha.. jgn eh idah=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-945777021782037459?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/945777021782037459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=945777021782037459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/945777021782037459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/945777021782037459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/06/spent-whole-day-with-baby-and-frens.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SGUcop8PauI/AAAAAAAAADg/d2YVZ-TbQPE/s72-c/DSC00937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-3914089822213949469</id><published>2008-06-20T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:04.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When two hearts unite..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SFwxuh0m7vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HkfT8xShUxQ/s1600-h/Dadah+muffin!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214097144010960626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SFwxuh0m7vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HkfT8xShUxQ/s320/Dadah+muffin!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby.. i just wanna say that i love u so much.. u have showered me with so much love.. and i thank u.. because when our hearts unite, u gave me the love i have always been searching for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"when two hearts unite, this everlasting bond ascend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll feel it naturally, you'll never apprehend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when two hearts unite, a glimpse of hope appears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to those who are crushed, to those in tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when two hearts unite, obstacles are penetrable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not as one as one-self, but a synonym for two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when two hearts unite, a new beginning is at hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to persue not past nor future, only present to attend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: chim per poem aku!!!!&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/5696041849355867901-3914089822213949469?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3914089822213949469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=3914089822213949469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/3914089822213949469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/3914089822213949469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-two-hearts-unite.html' title='When two hearts unite..'/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SFwxuh0m7vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HkfT8xShUxQ/s72-c/Dadah+muffin!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-5553077587997140785</id><published>2008-06-17T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:04.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SFeJ9QF4MXI/AAAAAAAAADI/SJCTiM8RihA/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212786779089285490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SFeJ9QF4MXI/AAAAAAAAADI/SJCTiM8RihA/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think baby is the most beautiful gerl in the whole world.. =) never fail to leave me speechless just seeing her.. i love u baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in need of work.. but hey sorie love if u got so uptight just looking at how i handle my problems.. hang in there aite.. hard times now.. so pls.. i need u to be right beside me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 WEEKS HOLIDAY BABE!!! MENDAK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-5553077587997140785?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5553077587997140785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=5553077587997140785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/5553077587997140785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/5553077587997140785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-baby-is-most-beautiful-gerl-in.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SFeJ9QF4MXI/AAAAAAAAADI/SJCTiM8RihA/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-4304858258618752045</id><published>2008-06-10T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:05.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SE6yZ77VPjI/AAAAAAAAADA/BOJARYxJzbo/s1600-h/Picture+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210297977567264306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SE6yZ77VPjI/AAAAAAAAADA/BOJARYxJzbo/s320/Picture+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it started off with this.. and now 11 months have passed .. hahahaha.. lamer per !!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eh eh!! we went to meet zaman kamal kiki and syikin(who is apparently sad because bf in ns) to take laughing gas!!!! muahahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok u can stop laughing now.. that's the last time me and baby are gonna take it after being labelled 'the most boring couple' .. don't blame us.. it has no effect on us unlike u guys.. rolling around was kamal.. hallucinating was zaman.. and guess what.. the one with lots of different noises was kiki.. hahaha.. syikin tak amek pun dar mcm amek ngok kiki steam.. hahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and all i got was .. a bruise on my back.. according to baby i fell .. but i couldnt remember.. all i could hear was a 'mat motor trying to hit on my gerl'.. hahaha.. tripping per.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND I SWEAR I HATE THE AFTER-TASTE OF THE LAUGHING GAS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s: happy 11 months baby!=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-4304858258618752045?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4304858258618752045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=4304858258618752045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/4304858258618752045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/4304858258618752045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-started-off-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SE6yZ77VPjI/AAAAAAAAADA/BOJARYxJzbo/s72-c/Picture+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-1909929049671844300</id><published>2008-05-29T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips on how to let ur partner sleep in peace on ur shoulder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SD61AnQ9L1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/FxsK80ikr4g/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205797241431600978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SD61AnQ9L1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/FxsK80ikr4g/s320/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have encountered this problem over and over again.. so i think i know how to counter it.. hahaha.. it's time to take action after seeing these two indians laughing at us.. hahaha.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;first! for those skinny dudes.. ( well only for those skinny dudes ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1: for effectively making ur partner sleep soundly.. start eating a lot.. make urself look like a teddy bear so that she wun complain or move her head to the opposite side.. hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2: bring or wear a lot of clothing.. so that ur shoulder feels like a pillow.. that'll teach her.. hahaha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3: bring a small pillow.. ( preferrably ur 'bantal busuk'.. ambek kau sayang idah oi! ) hahaha!! and put it on ur shoulder.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But guys.. make sure she sits close to u.. close enough to see that her shoulder is infront of urs.. (ok go figure)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seriously.. malu dok india dok kat bawah ketawer kan.. hahaha!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-1909929049671844300?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1909929049671844300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=1909929049671844300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/1909929049671844300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/1909929049671844300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/05/tips-on-how-to-let-ur-partner-sleep-in.html' title='Tips on how to let ur partner sleep in peace on ur shoulder!'/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SD61AnQ9L1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/FxsK80ikr4g/s72-c/DSC00936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-4985332646321498920</id><published>2008-05-26T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T23:32:19.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey.. why shud i get uptight rite? let's do it .. hahahaha see how she feels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-4985332646321498920?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4985332646321498920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=4985332646321498920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/4985332646321498920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/4985332646321498920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-2237119836760916229</id><published>2008-05-02T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:42:30.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=) it's over..&lt;br /&gt;I knew it..&lt;br /&gt;but hey.. u deserve to be happy.. everything i did last night,, was so that u wud walk ur own path.. =)&lt;br /&gt;thank u.. for everything.. and i love u .. will always do=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-2237119836760916229?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2237119836760916229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=2237119836760916229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/2237119836760916229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/2237119836760916229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-2406208847448738080</id><published>2008-04-30T06:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:47:12.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am really losing u bit by bit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn stupid skul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a bad feeling about this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-2406208847448738080?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2406208847448738080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=2406208847448738080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/2406208847448738080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/2406208847448738080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-really-losing-u-bit-by-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-3850217729957145820</id><published>2008-04-29T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:05.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SBcaPHglFjI/AAAAAAAAACw/IssZOmFkJVs/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194649542211212850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SBcaPHglFjI/AAAAAAAAACw/IssZOmFkJVs/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am lacking of something.. i miss u so much.. the old u.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who likes to say 'versatile' and wud want to follow me wherever i go.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one who wud want to spend the whole day with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who looks straight into my eyes and say, 'i ader k?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who wud always want to cuddle and never let go.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who always makes me laugh without even trying.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who is so bubbly and i wudn't even care wad comes out from her mouth.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one who makes me feel like i am so loved.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who knows wad i want and when and where i want them.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faridah.. i miss ur love.. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.. I can't blame her for everything.. it was my fault.. what goes around comes around.. and i am so sorie.. and i can't take it.. i miss my old self too.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything we had was so perfect.. it was the perfect love i swear.. and what i look forward to at the end of the day was us toking at night.. and fall asleep just telling how much we love each other.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;faridah.. i miss ur love.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-3850217729957145820?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3850217729957145820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=3850217729957145820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/3850217729957145820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/3850217729957145820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-lacking-of-something.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SBcaPHglFjI/AAAAAAAAACw/IssZOmFkJVs/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-5569213909661080335</id><published>2008-04-27T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:05.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SBSrunglFiI/AAAAAAAAACo/Agrgr7rX3UM/s1600-h/kiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193965087632987682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SBSrunglFiI/AAAAAAAAACo/Agrgr7rX3UM/s320/kiter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't have asked for someone that suits me better.. No matter how many times i feel so angry.. I can't help but to think that i was like that.. What goes around comes around Pretty Miss Idah.. =) U are the best .. U will always be the best.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u my golden cat=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-5569213909661080335?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5569213909661080335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=5569213909661080335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/5569213909661080335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/5569213909661080335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-couldnt-have-asked-for-someone-that.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SBSrunglFiI/AAAAAAAAACo/Agrgr7rX3UM/s72-c/kiter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-318139975145240415</id><published>2008-04-22T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:07.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192084119590606322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SA38_3glFfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/3yGXNSUHq7w/s320/024(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am i really that ugly? Ok i am having rough times gaining my confidence back.. How can i u tell me!!! Everytime baby took away that confidence i badly needed!! Because u noe why? She's effing pretty lar that's why.. damn u baby hahaha.. So every nite i have to settle looking at her blog just to feel that i am indeed cute, handsome and hot in my own ways!! Take that baby! muahahaha.. DO check her blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192085365131122194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SA3-IXglFhI/AAAAAAAAACg/5Tio5tSdr5U/s320/026(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes i am finally 9 years old..(actually 19)! And i couldn't have asked for more presents this year!Damn baby pampered me with so much presents lar.. I can't upload the pic now coz it's all in my hp.. And that damn ril needs to give me back my usb!! Anyways, the best wish was when I finally got to spend a night.. yes people.. A night.. nt two, but a night with my cuddly, sweet, and cheeky baby!!! hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192081791718331778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SA364XglFYI/AAAAAAAAABg/65_r5sJhNFg/s320/016(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192083355086427602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SA38TXglFdI/AAAAAAAAACA/_3M9K8mZnu4/s320/017(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192083685798909410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SA38mnglFeI/AAAAAAAAACI/s7fC_4xHH3U/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ok baby was nice enough to send me through msn.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192076736541824354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SA32SHglFWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5w880lBb8oc/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it'll be ok i guess if i get at least birthday wishes from my friends.. I could count sia how many people.. how terrible is that? I am no longer needed maybe=(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192084604921910786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SA39cHglFgI/AAAAAAAAACY/c-o5zFaFyzo/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than that.. Oh yes.. SCHOOL! stupid, i had to go for councelling.. How dumb can my school get.. Almost got debarred again, and my attendance is getting poor.. So that is why i love going to school with baby.. She gives me the strength to wake up early and go school!(coz if i don't go with her, she'd get angry and trust me.. U wouldn't wanna make her mad..) But she looks cute though when she's angry.. hahahaha.. irony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well Baby.. i hate to say this.. But i am still adjusting to u starting skul.. Sorie=(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192077191808357746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SA32snglFXI/AAAAAAAAABY/QobrhUckCQg/s320/015(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192066823757305154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/SA3tRHglFUI/AAAAAAAAABE/omqY6-hWZwA/s320/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OH I almost forgot! i cut my hair again.. stupid school.. u owe me a lot of hair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preferred song to listen to: Dig by Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mood: tired&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh my god!!! pretty miss idah started school again!! hahaha.. and she looks so cute in that uniform.. hahaha.. and i cut my hair!!! oh my!!! so short!!! waliao!!! hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but nvm.. pretty miss idah said i looked cute.. hahaha! so i will not regret cutting.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after cutting my hair.. i sat down with her at the void deck.. we chatted and realised that we have gone so far together.. i mean.. we think back.. hhahaha.. and i really think it was well worth it.. all those friend moments.. those loving moments.. those 'cheeky' moments.. hahaha.. it was worth it! i love you so much noor faridah=) i really do.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-7667430908894064554?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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to reveal the inner and deepest feeling of my heart.maybe it is very different to what i am in reality.i've lost my heart now and thats why this blog shall remain a history.only you, whose name is mahfuz can open this.this blog is yours, so only you have the rights to delete this.&lt;br /&gt;and today, i finally leave you with the most hatest feeling.i love you no more.because you make me detest you.hate you so much.nobody ever said they love me like crazy but treat me otherwise.i never really believe in giving guys chances after they entered my life.treat me well, any mistake, im going away.but you, i gave chances over again..and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly believe that i've showed  you who i am before we got together.i've showed you how much i hang out with guys.i've showed you how much i love to talk and talk and talk and make you listen etc.i believe i have got nothing to hide.so it was your choice to make me your girlfriend.you should accept me for who i am.but you didn't.you seem to hate the life that i live.but for you, i give it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give up on my friends.i have to listen to you.well, i thought i could adapt to this kind of life.but i can't.im not happy.i tried.but you make it hard for me to adapt.i've always love to live freely and that explains why the most time of my life i hate being tied down into a relationship.i've change sOOO much for you.i change the way i think.i even put aside my believe, my religion..for you.&lt;br /&gt;The least you could do was make me feel happy and satisfied about my choice.well, disappointment you gave.i seriously wish you've use your brain a little bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;8 april 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-8114198217430238317?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-8921371442490046857</id><published>2008-04-08T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T03:36:46.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's really sickening.. really freaking sickening.. u lied straight to me and i actually bought it.. i thought i cud trust u when u said that.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i like him as a talk buddy nothing more..' that's wad u said..&lt;br /&gt;'ok now we can date each other..' that's wad i saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it all makes sense.. that's why u back him up all the way.. that's why u always got furious when i tok abt him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now as u get so happy setting ur heart for sumone else.. i sit here at home just crying for ur loss.. how could u.. i may lie about going here and there.. but u.. i thought u wud tell me straight if u have sumone else in ur heart.. and yeah.. u lied to me.. damn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-8921371442490046857?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8921371442490046857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=8921371442490046857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/8921371442490046857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/8921371442490046857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-really-sickening.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-3760073197733843492</id><published>2008-04-01T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:07.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're back..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/R_IeSHmIY8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/q_5vgTK95wc/s1600-h/IMG_6508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184239417682322370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/R_IeSHmIY8I/AAAAAAAAAAs/q_5vgTK95wc/s320/IMG_6508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ur finally back my dear.. and nothing makes me happier than that.. thoughts of nt being able to hold u anymore really breaks my heart.. i longed for those times we were so happy.. i longed for those memories where we could look back and laugh about it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well u noe wad? everything we've gone through is funny when we look back.. remember when we talked about our lives as a coffee club waiter/waitress? hahahaha.. we couldn't stop laughing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my point is.. i love u idah.. and patience is the key.. we may not like it for now... but trust me.. when we look back.. it's all worth it.. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-3760073197733843492?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3760073197733843492/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-4623668343237126074</id><published>2008-03-15T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:09:31.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd+3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;"The first song that we're gonna play, im going to dedicate it to someone i lost just recently.If you're listening, i love you.." Blushes.&lt;br /&gt;I could have drop a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be sleeping in your arms.When you gave me a peck, i yearn for much more.It feels weird when you sent me home but we bid goodbye just by a hand shake and a friendly hug.You called me back just like how you use to call me back after you say goodbye everytime.I was hoping that you would give me the usual flying kiss but you ask for ciggarette instead.I gave you all my sticks and walk away.I wanted you to call me again.But all i hear is silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose this path.I have to face it strong.Let our love live in our memory, maybe in the memories of our friends who cared as well.&lt;br /&gt;You didn't lost me.I still see myself in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you.I still care.Just let time continue the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-4623668343237126074?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4623668343237126074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=4623668343237126074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/4623668343237126074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/4623668343237126074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-dedicating-this-song-to-person-i.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-6383013904160966995</id><published>2008-03-14T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:59:30.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd day.&lt;br /&gt;I was awaken by my ringing handphone.I thought it was you, but it was Uncle Fi asking how can he get to you.And then, i cannot get myself back to sleep.I am missing you terribly and the fact that i am going to your gig today excite me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I am very free and happy? I'm not really sure about what i'm feeling.I can't get you out of my mind even for a second.I can be doing something else or whatsoever but at the corner of my mind i will constantly hope that you will give me a call or sms.I know i really want you badly but a the same time i don't want to be with you.I don't want our relationship.I don't want.But i want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obviously very confused.They said sometimes ignorance is bliss.But right now, ignorance is hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-6383013904160966995?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6383013904160966995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;I miss you but i don't want to turn back.I want to get away from being what i am for the 8 months im with you.I want to wake up and go to sleep feeling happy.I don't want to have to quarrel everyday.I don't want to have to feel worried or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;I know i will miss you.I am missing you infact.But, so many things are holding me from getting back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-6364363480515443051?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6364363480515443051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=6364363480515443051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;idah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-6467328672128004527?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6467328672128004527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=6467328672128004527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/6467328672128004527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/6467328672128004527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-broke-up-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-5798887708706396356</id><published>2008-01-27T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:20:17.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a freaking sunday and i am at work.It's been an hour since i started work and no one actually came to look at all these stuff.I've been stuffing myself with nasi lemak and it doesnt look like it's going to finish either.If only i'm at home..on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh Noo! Home is as terrible as work.Before i went out to work, mama choose to nag about me failing my o maths again.It was so bad that i manage to get ready in 15 mins just to get away from home.Anyhows, i was late as well so i had to take cab to work, for the zillion times.&lt;br /&gt;Haiya..life life.Not enough with problems at home and boredom at work, had a fight with boyfriend.And the cause of it everytime, his friends.Well, i really dont know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i cant wait for school.Work is actually fun because i have my ME time you see.To do this stuff..stone and dream about the future.Lol but i bet school's going to be double fun especially when i get to meet a whole load new people and make some true friendship among them?&lt;br /&gt;And i still havent finish my nasi lemak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-5798887708706396356?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-1185704030225557491</id><published>2008-01-18T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:48:07.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello readers.Thousand things have been happening.Good and bad..wow 2008 is really the year.Despite the many stupid fights mahfuz and me faced, we're still a happy couple i must say.But somehow, the fights still have to tone down abit la eh.Its almost everytime.Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Face it, we just cant live without each other.Put that aside..our life been going on pretty well, much more than what we've expected.&lt;br /&gt;Mahfuz dream have been lived after last night's annoucement that his band, Silhouette, get to the Baybeats stage.If you think Mahfuz and the bandmates are excited, im 10 times more excited than them okay.Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;As for me, big dreams..very very big dreams.On the journey of starting business with a friend i've known for life, Zia.Dreams not achieved yet, however, i should be able to with the support of you all yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Till i succeed, CHEERS(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-1185704030225557491?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1185704030225557491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=1185704030225557491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/1185704030225557491'/><link rel='self' 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ok gerls who is anywhere near to having mensus have serious attitudes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i hate my parents.. they dun effing understand me and they never try to either.. that is why i love hanging out outside .. especially with baby.. she's the best.. but sometimes things go rough for us.. but hey.. parts and parcels of a relationship.. or should i say life.. nevertheless, i hate my parents.. done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, i would like to give a shout out to u baby!!!! oh how i love u so much.. never in my wildest dreams thought of leaving u.. nt for a sec.. but sometimes if i do, i hope u understand baby.. =)))) oh!! she treat me lunch today..and bus fare to clementi. thanx sweety.. =)&lt;br /&gt;and i still owe her the new $20..altogether its 50 bucks anyway... well... that's according to her.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but if i were to count, its like hundreds...wow.. ok she likes to say things like, 'it's ok.. no need to pay.. u pay me oredi..' but on the next day, she wud go like,'u owe &amp;amp;$^#%$&amp;amp; dollars' ( better nt add the amount) but if it weren't for her, i guess i wud be sleeping at the void deck, using the cats as a comforter and withstanding loads of tremendous pain as i sleep on the cement bench till the first train.. ahahahaha.. so thank u idah.. =)) i never suffer all that.I will pay you back..before i start going for holidays and stuff.. ok i think i get it.. i was supposed to follow my friends go kl and i force her along.. well according to her.. but i didnt.. i was suggesting ways that could benefit us both.. since she said no.. then i said no to them.. but now she forced me to go kl.. she said she'd tell my friends that i am going.. but i am nt going.. u guys get it? so instead of that.. i think she's trying to say that i shud pay her first.. but the thing is, i'm nt going to kl.. and that's nt my money to start with.. it's my parents..&lt;br /&gt;oh and i dreamt of zombie banana town.. ok random.&lt;br /&gt;And to end it all, i think i make a big mistake.But im not aware.Haha of coz, im such an ignorant person.I make her walk all the way from Orchard towers to Somerset just to see Ahmad face for 5 mins? less than that i think, despite knowing she's having tummy ache, back ache, foot ache and all aches..what was i thinking? i think i miss ahmad.I think im turning gay.heh heh heh.. but to think back, i didn't ask her to walk alone.. iwalked with her troughout the journey.. and second of all i didn't noe ahmad was going to esplanade.. and i went there because i wanted to see aja.. yes i admit.. they may be arrogant fools of the century.. but they are my friends even tok babi.. even harith the guy who brings trouble all over again and again.. yes .. i went there to see anna judge april.. but i never got to see them perform anyways.. nt that close.. coz i think watching transformers with baby is way better.. hahaha she was sooo cute with the questioning and the smile.. oh oho ho and she makes funny faces when she cuts her nails!!!! hahaha.. i laughed my guts out.. or was it she laughed her saliva out.. hahahaha.. that's cute baby..&lt;br /&gt;Okay yes yes i like to waste time.We should have come straight to Clementi and sit under the void deck opposite the McDonalds and then steal their wireless access to get here.Yeah, like right now.Anyways, the connection is freaking good.Hundred times better than the stupid palais one.Stupid. and speaking about the internet.. hahahah we actually wanted to watch badjojo and fugya at the void deck yesterday.. hahahahaha.. and we both said it at the same time.. talk about mutual bonding huh guys..&lt;br /&gt;to end it all, i feel like farting.. fart for me can baby?&lt;br /&gt;already have baby.. hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-5151762777801192202?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-4692129384319465804</id><published>2007-11-30T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:46:46.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>restless</title><content type='html'>Im feeling so sick to do anything.I just wanna sleep but i sleep too much already.How?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck love.Why must it even exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-4692129384319465804?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4692129384319465804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=4692129384319465804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/4692129384319465804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/4692129384319465804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2007/11/restless.html' title='restless'/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-1258169478906172001</id><published>2007-11-29T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:17:48.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AKU MENDAK MCM NAK MATI</title><content type='html'>I got a job.Although not yet confirmed, they all think i will get the job.Just have to wait a few more days.If i get it then no more sitting at home or saying yes to everyone who ask me out.I'll be at town for 8 hours everyday selling candles.Haha baby is so jealous of me because he wanted to work in the retail line for ages and i, got the offer without effort.Thank you to alina(:&lt;br /&gt;So everyone pray for me that i get the job okay.Im melting..my body's ripping at the same time here infront of the computer..ok bedek.But boredom, i cant explain...World, care to talk to me on the phone or something? My boyfriend is having nice time with the friends and dont even bother to call or sms me.Somebody chop slam him please.Godness, i fucking dont even know where the hell he is.Well, it's time to slap him back with a cold shoulder! Yes, im fucking selfish.I dont like boyfriend to be anywhere with friends or wherever, having fun, without me.Because wherever i am, you'll see him and i expect the same return.So anyone next time you wanna ask him out..you make sure you ask me as well.Another fact is, im jealous.Tell me who wouldn't uh.Im dying out of boredom down here sia..he fucking having fun.Wah lan!&lt;br /&gt;Put all of that aside, im going to Melaka somewhere next month and KL on early April.That sure is the only thing right now that can make me happy.Gerek pe...As for new year, secondary school mates are already organizing chalet to gather us all.That i know i will never miss.Weeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-1258169478906172001?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1258169478906172001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=1258169478906172001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/1258169478906172001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/1258169478906172001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2007/11/aku-mendak-mcm-nak-mati.html' title='AKU MENDAK MCM NAK MATI'/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-7064689666375797600</id><published>2007-11-28T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:07.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>west coast park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/R0x2yhXcClI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-VdGOA9ZwQI/s1600-h/DSC00450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137611885245106770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/R0x2yhXcClI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-VdGOA9ZwQI/s320/DSC00450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so useless.Try spending days and days and days at home roting.Sometimes its fun, many times it bores.I think the only one thing that have me pass a day without any regret is knowing the presence of dear mahfuz.Talking about love life, i've found the one.But stepping into the real world, i dont know what i want actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to west coast park again today.Memorable? very..! The first time mahfuz and me went there was months back when we were just close buddy and then today we went there with different ties.It just showed how much we've been through and how long we took to finally realise we've fallen into this thing people call love.The thing we talk about was all the same.."what i live to do".Haha face it, im a normal girl with big dreams but one thing i lack, the faith i have towards myself.That will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, west coast with boyfriend for the second time was fun especially the intimate moments where we lose our mind and then come back again.Awww, love, such wonderful feeling..never did i ever feel it last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these few days i've gone back to my old, old time routine, i think.Spending all my time at home just sticking to the computer.I found many things..old pictures, old videos, old msn conversations, old self-confession right up to mahfuz's old blog.Haha..how i envy him..being so in love whole-heartedly, so dedicated to that girl at that time.I never manage to do all that sort before this.It's like im so new to all this things.Like totally.Again, that will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, i forget to mention!! mahfuz cut his hair! cute laa.Maybe long hair suit him better but i prefer his hairstyle now though because the fringe is really short that it doesnt distract the eye.Neat, just the way i like(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-7064689666375797600?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7064689666375797600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=7064689666375797600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/7064689666375797600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/7064689666375797600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2007/11/west-coast-park.html' title='west coast park'/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/R0x2yhXcClI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-VdGOA9ZwQI/s72-c/DSC00450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-6109210033516672930</id><published>2007-11-26T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:17:08.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/R0xodRXcCkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YFmPoamaV0M/s1600-h/botanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137596127010097730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/R0xodRXcCkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YFmPoamaV0M/s320/botanic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that i am going to take charge of this blog because boyfriend's comp broke down few weeks ago.Actually it's nothing major, just the CPU fan stop functioning and i could only think of one reason why.Dear mahfuz got the habit of leaving his comp on for hours..he can like go to school or go anywhere and leave the computer on at home.Wah piangg!I wonder how much the electric bills cost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well anyways, as usual im back because im bored.Haha yes, no other reason that is.And then life pretty challenging with poor health both of us face at the same time.In both cases, it all started out with coughing and it got worse, even worse when both were very stubborn and refuse to go to the clinic until it got terrible.So this is it, i got this stupid tonsil infection which is quite bad that if i finish my medication and it's still there, then i have to say hello to operation.As for mahfuz, he has been coughing blood for ages and the doctor suspected that his lungs were infected.Come to think of it, it's really scary.Now i have to quit some things to give way to recovery, and the thing that brings total burden to stop is, smoking.I managed though(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minus all bad cells and viruses we have in our body, we are still a happy couple.I should really be thankful because boyfriend loves me so much that he's so willing to just do anything for me.Like almost everyday after school he would come all the way from bedok to clementi just to meet me despite feeling tired after those long hours at school.Sweet? That should be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-6109210033516672930?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6109210033516672930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=6109210033516672930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/6109210033516672930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/6109210033516672930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick-people.html' title='sick people'/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y2OA5O5n5DA/R0xodRXcCkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YFmPoamaV0M/s72-c/botanic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-3567839621743795571</id><published>2007-11-07T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:29:34.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 4 months baby(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-idah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-3567839621743795571?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-2450917082528190369</id><published>2007-10-26T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:18:03.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sick plus im not happy too.I dont know why but i hate the feeling when boyfriend's going to club.But everytime, i would just let him go and maybe drop a few hints that i actually dont want him to go...All useless cos he would just want to go so much that he thought whatever i said means nothing.Well maybe, he just dont understand people's facial expression or maybe..im just good at acting.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna say it.I dont wanna be selfish.I dont wanna think that im stopping him from having fun..i wanna him to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;But, i dont know why but im just not happy.At first i thought this was the life of being attached.You just have to let go some things for the sake of love..and a little something more precious too,Friends.I want him to feel that im always there.Cos when the little time that im not, he's insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Just now, hearing at how easy he said yes to Friends..it makes me turn green.&lt;br /&gt;I understand things better now..i have to share him with his friends.And that means i can start collecting my friends back.I can just forget about making him feel good, feel happy.I wanna be selfish now.I wanna be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, just forget it.Maybe im just too emo today.I dont know.This tears just wont stop :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-2450917082528190369?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2450917082528190369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=2450917082528190369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/2450917082528190369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/2450917082528190369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-sick-plus-im-not-happy-too.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-5984663363367872686</id><published>2007-10-13T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:06:23.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari raya'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so Hari Raya is here..was awaken by aunt and cousin's shouting and pillow hitting..so slowly i woke and straight wash up.Too lazy to iron my clothes or put on any makeup.I went out of my room and shouted,"SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!"..and everyone when on laughing at me.Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;Well, i spend my day rotting at home entertaining relatives, one come one go..haiya.Damn boring laa.So bored that i went down like 3 times to smoke and buy stuff..&lt;br /&gt;On one of the trip to my void deck, i bump into Khalis!! Long lost childhood friend.Haha he look very reserved now..exchanged numbers and catch up abit..blah,blah,blah..&lt;br /&gt;On other thoughts..im missing baby alot..So much......Mahfuz dear nak dinner bole?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: at this point of time, my duit raye is 200 plus bucks.heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam lebaran, idah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-5984663363367872686?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5984663363367872686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=5984663363367872686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/5984663363367872686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/5984663363367872686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-hari-raya-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-1278207449141583040</id><published>2007-10-13T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:41:45.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raya</title><content type='html'>raya is tomorrow.. and tomorrow is today!!! muahahahaha.. duit raya!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i will miss baby dadah so much that when we finally mit.. i am going to hug her for more that half an hour .. i think. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok crap i'm bored.. on the phone with her.. still bored.. coz she's nt toking.. and bored.. coz i have nothing to do.. hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mahfuz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-1278207449141583040?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1278207449141583040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=1278207449141583040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/1278207449141583040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/1278207449141583040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2007/10/raya.html' title='raya'/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5696041849355867901.post-9179732913503463592</id><published>2007-10-13T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T10:42:07.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hari raya'/><title type='text'>because i got nothing to do..</title><content type='html'>haha this is super random.Im bored and then just felt like typing something so i created this bloggie.Its the eve of Hari Raya and supposingly, i have to help clean up the house BUT im just so lazy so i lied to Mama that i got school stuff to do on the computer and that later i will do the spring cleaning thingy.And then later..i will tell her that my head is aching badly and then i will go to sleep.Haha fasting month's over, all the more reason to start lying again.Hahaha okay im damn-damn bored.Mahfuz's on the phone with me right now but it doesn't do any help.Im still damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;But hours ago was fun.Went vivo with Mahfuz to meet Nazirah to pass stuff.She went off early and i had some intimate moments with dear Mahfuz.*ehem-ehem*We kind of miss each other badly you see..after not meeting for one whole day.Okay..maybe it's just a day BUT he's like my daily routine.WAIT! he is my daily routine..And raya just mean one thing..i have to survive for days not meeting dear Mahfuz.Ohh sad story.Okay la.I go cry first..Selamat hari raye.Duit raye pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-idah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5696041849355867901-9179732913503463592?l=fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/feeds/9179732913503463592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5696041849355867901&amp;postID=9179732913503463592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/9179732913503463592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5696041849355867901/posts/default/9179732913503463592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fruitedellapassion.blogspot.com/2007/10/because-i-got-nothing-to-do.html' title='because i got nothing to do..'/><author><name>night safari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
