<?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-23974604</id><updated>2012-01-11T23:11:00.032+08:00</updated><category term='I miss my girlfriend. =('/><category term='I utter nonsense today.'/><category term='I&apos;m not a lesbian but my girlfriend is'/><category term='Don&apos;t wanna close my eyes cos I&apos;m scared I might miss you'/><category term='I think guys are scary. =/'/><category term='I&apos;m confused right now'/><category term='I think bastard&apos;s pissed with me.'/><category term='I AM A CAMWHOREEE'/><category term='Where no one knows my name.'/><category term='We&apos;ll get Gold with diamonds'/><category term='I think you&apos;re hot'/><category term='I will be'/><category term='all that you want'/><category term='Chiapeiqi makes me go head over heels'/><category term='N Level Cert can be collected already'/><category term='ILOVENURHAFIZAHSIMLIMINBINTEMUHAMMADHAFIZSIM'/><category term='I&apos;m so over it ~'/><category term='ILOVECHIAPEIQI'/><category term='All I want is YOU; I&apos;ll give my heart and soul'/><category term='Happy Birthday Aida =)'/><category term='&apos;Lil bit of love.'/><category term='All teenagers scare the living shit out of me'/><category term='ILY but I don&apos;t want to.'/><category term='AHFUCK'/><category term='I feel so busy for anyone esp myself.'/><category term='Friday the 13th'/><category term='to climb the ladder of society she needs those'/><title type='text'>lovelove</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>944</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7035595804444370746</id><published>2012-01-11T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:11:00.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That is not normal..</title><content type='html'>It is not normal to see a middle-aged woman act like a pre-schooler. &lt;br /&gt;It is not often you see people argue about cakes either.&lt;br /&gt;However recently, ive just experienced both at the same time! You expect someone who has a head start in life, actually aim for a higher goal. Or perhaps least be wise or something. Im not tryna be a hypocrite because i know i havent achieve or grown to the fullest too but as a more senior person, i was expecting you to act... Maturely. Yet all i got was a lady who yells as and when she likes. Who thinks of worse in people. Hey lady, life doesnt revolve around you, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;I may not have that great of an experience but i definitely know kindness and morals, faith and respect. All of which you do not possess. Just so yknow, even though i mastered all my strength to prevent me from voicing out, doesn't mean i do not have the temptations... Its just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7035595804444370746?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7035595804444370746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7035595804444370746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7035595804444370746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7035595804444370746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-is-not-normal.html' title='That is not normal..'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4185835610125588675</id><published>2011-12-30T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:50:23.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year end,</title><content type='html'>This year was a fulfilling one. I am a fresh graduate early this year. Then I got a job which was tough at first but still struggling well. Spent my first year anniversary for the first time in my entire life! Found out who are my real friends and definitely made some enemies. Apart from the obstacles I faced, I think I did quite a pretty good job coping with being 20. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than losing a couple of pounds, my resolution is to go back to school. I miss school. Working isn't that bad but I know with that year of working, I'll be more prepared for my education. So yeh, I'd like to go back to school. And hopefully into govt one. So wish me luck. Gonna appeal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of you, I hope you had a great year too and may next year be a better one. Stay in school, to those who think education isn't important. ha &lt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4185835610125588675?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4185835610125588675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4185835610125588675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4185835610125588675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4185835610125588675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-end.html' title='Year end,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-2443047634076145762</id><published>2011-12-12T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:17:55.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday.</title><content type='html'>Bad bad bad day to start the week.&lt;br /&gt;Well, wish me luck. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-2443047634076145762?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2443047634076145762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=2443047634076145762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2443047634076145762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2443047634076145762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/12/monday.html' title='monday.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1764128603496408753</id><published>2011-12-06T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T03:07:10.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's creation.</title><content type='html'>I know that everyone and everything is beautiful because they are God's creations.&lt;br /&gt;We were born to have different perspectives and preference. So yeh, I tend to be judgemental about others at times. Who knows you might be a beauty to another. Then again, there's another factor to put into consideration; whether the person's outer beauty matches the inner one. I sometimes laugh at people's misery. Does that make me a worse person? Would it make a difference if I told you I donate to the poor or that I try to help an old lady cross the street? Or maybe I was a good friend to someone. It is bad to be judgemental but we do it anyway. You don't speak of it but you know its is fucking with your mind. But thankfully its in your mind so nobody knows except God, of course. (thumbs up) but anyway shit happened and I realize the people whom I know aren't exactly the nicest people or the smartest or the coolest. I picked up bad habits thinking it was cool to mock and to bring people down. Well it does but its WRONG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm getting to is; I would like to know people I hate (from afar) because I feel that I've done them no justice. People who I see on the streets, I should smile at them even if its creepy. haha. I'm not saying that I'll fully kick out my habits but I will try. Afterall habits aren't really easy to break. But I got this feeling it's gonna be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1764128603496408753?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1764128603496408753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1764128603496408753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1764128603496408753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1764128603496408753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/12/gods-creation.html' title='God&apos;s creation.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7440011532711972395</id><published>2011-12-05T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:59:51.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing. I have plenty of things I would like to blog about but when I have the time to actually blog. My mind's blank!I feel like my mind's a big black hole that sucks everything in and nothing makes it out ALIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7440011532711972395?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7440011532711972395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7440011532711972395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7440011532711972395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7440011532711972395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/12/20.html' title='20.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4501083067286626613</id><published>2011-11-30T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:02:08.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presents.</title><content type='html'>Why waste so much effort and time thinking/getting a present when they dont do the same?&lt;br /&gt;Why should i tell you what i want for my birthday, then the thoughts dont really count because i told you what to get...&lt;br /&gt;Am i really important? If i am why dont you know what i like or want?&lt;br /&gt;Im just overreacting maybe? Rough day.&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4501083067286626613?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4501083067286626613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4501083067286626613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4501083067286626613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4501083067286626613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/11/presents.html' title='Presents.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5227060536640873177</id><published>2011-11-14T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T03:44:29.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been long,</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since I actually wrote personally on my blog.&lt;div&gt;Reason is, I didn't have anything to rant or to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted not to blog about it but its frustrating to keep repeating yourself and have people not understand you.  I need to blow off some steam. To actually make sense, alil. There are a couple of reasons I want to highlight:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The reason why I change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As if you did all those.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;1. I know I have changed but I am not sorry. I don't expect my 'friends' to understand what I'm going through (because they have a proper job yet) but I expect them to accept the changes. Like I wanna discuss about the future, share their POVs or advices then again, I feel when I am with them, I feel stuck. Stuck in my SAC days. I'm not saying its a bad thing. I know SAC days were the best years of my life so far. However its refreshing to have a decent conversation than to bitch about and poke fun at others or ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes the insults are too harsh that it hurts, especially when it comes from your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Sure, I didn't call or text you daily or hang out with you until late because I have work. Hello? 'Least I did call you occasionally and guess what I find out everytime I do.. You guys already planned to hang! So don't tell me I don't do any of that. You don't bother to invite me to any of your meetups. Oh! And while we're at it, I don't hang with you late is because I do have work and I can't be late unlike a certain someone. If I am wrong to be responsible, then I am sorry. Oh oh oh, another one! When people use you and I get piss off, you think I am overreacting. Because you know your limits and you have mood to let people use you. Oh and another, if I didn't have money to go home from work that other day, I shouldn't text you in the morning because its not something any best friend wanna read -if your friend is low in cash and can't take any transport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeh, since you've reason every shit, I've counter it. Reasons you've given me, shitty or not, I actually put myself in your god forsaken shoes and try to understand how it felt like but you apparently don't do the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By telling me you don't give a damn about my relationship or my life. And only taking in the negative things that I've confided in you. Yes after these 8 years, you are not being good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had wasted my time thinking that I've built a strong friendship which can last until we get old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ditching the rest of my friends because they didn't think like you guys. Yep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys. I honestly don't need you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck with your life. I hope you find peace in whatever you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you even cared, after this post. I finally feel at ease. Like a burden lifted off my shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am content with just having my family and of course my bf. But its okay, unlike you guys.. the friends that Ive ditched actually came back into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5227060536640873177?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5227060536640873177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5227060536640873177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5227060536640873177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5227060536640873177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/11/been-long.html' title='Been long,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1524918966817867656</id><published>2011-11-08T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T23:21:13.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSqwbfds0gKZHrAPIWiOzXpHFQhgOqYjkjNmsXzl5dHZLhATQlS"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 259px;" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSqwbfds0gKZHrAPIWiOzXpHFQhgOqYjkjNmsXzl5dHZLhATQlS" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina hendrick is now my idol.&lt;br /&gt;She carries weights every single day. &lt;br /&gt;I feel that pain too.&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1524918966817867656?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1524918966817867656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1524918966817867656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1524918966817867656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1524918966817867656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/11/christina-hendrick-is-now-my-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-6734464645913817786</id><published>2011-10-19T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T00:45:57.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll probably be...</title><content type='html'>A boy who reminds you that youre the best hes ever had.&lt;br /&gt;A boy who listens or pretends to listen you complain abt your bad day.&lt;br /&gt;A boy who want to talk to you because he misses you or 'least tells me so.&lt;br /&gt;A boy who buys you flowers even though you tell him you hate flowers. (every girl secretly likes that)&lt;br /&gt;A boy who would put his ego aside just to make you happy. (most important!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A boy who tells you youre most beautiful, prettiest girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel that boys like these dont exist but you can change my mind!&lt;br /&gt;I feel insecure and vulnerable at times, when that happens just do any one of these and i'll definitely OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes its the time of the month again. I feel lonely more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-6734464645913817786?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6734464645913817786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=6734464645913817786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6734464645913817786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6734464645913817786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/10/itll-probably-be.html' title='It&apos;ll probably be...'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4489162497946987603</id><published>2011-10-10T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:15:14.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am i?</title><content type='html'>Am i always thinking about food? Well yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;I live to eat and one period of time, food became my motivation, my choice of livelihood and at that time i know i wanted to be a food critic. However my dreams of becoming one was cut short when i realize i couldnt be adventurous due to my religion. I am only good if i was a halal critic which sucked.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna taste what the world has to offer. I wanna learn different cultures through the taste of their cuisine. I wanna discover spices that arent known to many. Damn i'll be good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im feeling rather hungry right now. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4489162497946987603?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4489162497946987603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4489162497946987603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4489162497946987603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4489162497946987603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/10/am-i.html' title='Am i?'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-496274078628455962</id><published>2011-10-10T02:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T02:35:54.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once bitten, twice shy</title><content type='html'>I have people coming up to me that they go by that rule. Especially when it comes to love.&lt;br /&gt;That they wouldnt wanna be foolish again, stupid, dumb, whatever you call it- what love makes you do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me ask you this then; if you didnt do the dumb stuff, how do you know if it is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to the passion and excitment?  I thought that was what love is all about? Its about compromising and alot of risk-taking. Your vulnerability and willingness show how much youre willing to risk; aka your pride, your ego your self es&lt;br /&gt;teem all because you love that fella.&lt;br /&gt;Its like putting your life into your partner's hands. They can either make or break you.&lt;br /&gt;I was never a person who believes much in fairy tales but i still live in hopes to find my prince charming. I will take my chances to risk my pride and my very low self confidence just to prove that he IS the one. Yes, love is hope!&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit to the Once bitten twice shy gang because if you love someone, that is taking a risk already, asshole. Well unless youre gonna be single until you die, now that is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;'cause no matter how much you dont wanna look like a fool in the game of love, theres no way of escaping it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i am proud to say that in the name of Love, i will be a fool, a blinded fool if i may add, to take risks of getting hurt and be so vulnerable until i find The One for me. Whom i already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Dr Love (hahahahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-496274078628455962?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/496274078628455962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=496274078628455962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/496274078628455962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/496274078628455962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/10/once-bitten-twice-shy.html' title='Once bitten, twice shy'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7150775613152291701</id><published>2011-09-24T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T02:25:18.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 facts about me,</title><content type='html'>1. I am short.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;3. When im nervous, i tend to talk alot, really chatty. &lt;br /&gt;4. I also have the feeling of farting when im nervous&lt;br /&gt;5. I have fear for heights and cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;6. I like rollercoasters despite my fear of heights&lt;br /&gt;7. I am full of contradictions. &lt;br /&gt;8. My favourite hobby is to irritate as many people as i can.&lt;br /&gt;9. I think i am fat, too fat like obese.&lt;br /&gt;10. I need to be more confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of me knowing how i am as a person?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7150775613152291701?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7150775613152291701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7150775613152291701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7150775613152291701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7150775613152291701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-facts-about-me.html' title='10 facts about me,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-473255139994293802</id><published>2011-09-07T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:27:35.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Soooo I have been pretty busy with work and life- just celebrated my 20th birthday, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;I am officially a full-time staff at SGH. Raya just passed a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of drama too. Andddd right now i am thinking of going back to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be nice hanging out with people my age. I mean dont get me wrong. I like old people.&lt;br /&gt;Just that it feels nicer to get respected as a peer too, occasionally. By going back to school, i hope to accomplish shit i wanted to from the beginning of well shit. So wish me luck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i dont like about people?&lt;br /&gt;That they all have motives. Some good, most bad.&lt;br /&gt;You have to always find out which is which.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-473255139994293802?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/473255139994293802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=473255139994293802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/473255139994293802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/473255139994293802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/09/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7033828176024065337</id><published>2011-08-29T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T01:45:56.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;And this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7033828176024065337?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7033828176024065337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7033828176024065337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7033828176024065337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7033828176024065337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-stubborn.html' title=''/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5677701838583505246</id><published>2011-08-08T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T03:15:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the one.</title><content type='html'>There are some things that cannot be explained, such as love, magic and aliens.&lt;br /&gt;It is also hard to explain my actions, especially the ones that ive tried to avoid for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Today i realize avoidance isnt the key and i faced the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will alter how you think and feel about me but i guess you have the rights to know.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i wish i could turn back time but you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I cant so i have to suck it up and take it like a man.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldve been stronger though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry, i hope after all these, you still have the heart to forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5677701838583505246?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5677701838583505246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5677701838583505246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5677701838583505246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5677701838583505246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-one.html' title='For the one.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-641910418477724648</id><published>2011-08-04T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T00:02:26.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have made a lot of mistakes. Ive sinned alot.&lt;br /&gt;There are things i wanna change about myself, there are things im not happy about.&lt;br /&gt;Im not perfect, i have flaws. I am always doubting my capabilities to be perfect for someone.&lt;br /&gt;Boy you have no idea how happy you made me feel when you told me i am perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im changing as we speak, i know im becoming a better person.&lt;br /&gt;I know how love feels like the right way. I became more knowledgable and wiser because i have a witter yet &lt;i&gt;yaya-papaya&lt;/i&gt; boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he can be soooo annoying but you know what i love him to death.&lt;br /&gt;Hes made me love myself more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my afiq, i hope everyone finds their afiq soon too. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-641910418477724648?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/641910418477724648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=641910418477724648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/641910418477724648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/641910418477724648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-made-lot-of-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-6617844994676228739</id><published>2011-07-31T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T22:04:42.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope my boyfriend understands how much i love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-6617844994676228739?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6617844994676228739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=6617844994676228739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6617844994676228739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6617844994676228739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-hope-my-boyfriend-understands-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1377039682565545629</id><published>2011-07-29T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T01:36:51.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I read this online,</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I am a guy and I like thicker girls.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls with curves, girls with hips, and boobs, and yes, even stomachs. In other words - I think fat chicks are sexy. And I have a hell of a lot of friends that would agree with me. Girls, seriously, stop thinking you need to loose weight. You really are beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an ungrateful ex who kept telling me I am fat and I should lose some weight. Well fuck him because right now I have the best boyfriend ever, who loves me for my personality, who loves my fats and my flaws. He made me believe that I can be pretty when I am fat. (: And I love being fat now. Okay not really but now I have motivations to do something about it. I am losing weight for the right reasons. Thank you, Afiq. You really are good for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1377039682565545629?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1377039682565545629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1377039682565545629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1377039682565545629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1377039682565545629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-read-this-online.html' title='I read this online,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-8536780989190033677</id><published>2011-07-27T21:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:46:19.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found out my sister is depressed two days ago.</title><content type='html'>The reason for her depression is my brother who isn't there most of the time, who took all my parents' attention away, who physically and verbally abuse us. I feel useless because the only thing I can do is just listen to her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom has given up on my brother and I think she feels as though she's failed my sister and me because she can't control my brother. My dad, on the other hand, has not given up yet so he's practically giving in to him and pampering him with shits that I still don't think he deserves. Yes, my dad has a soft spot for him and he can't tolerate people shitting about his son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for me, I am living my life for myself. I do get emotional sometimes but I won't show it to anyone. I learnt to keep it all to myself, no point letting people know you're weak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is to just vent it all out. Let out what I've been keeping in for so fucking long. And that is.. I hate my brother's girlfriend, I hate her so much no words can express the anger I have for her. It has come to a point where I'd go berserk if I see my brother with her. I hope he beats the guts out of her instead of us. I hope he abuse her like fuck then dumps her soon. Well, not until like that &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt; but I hope he is too good for that mother fucker. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-8536780989190033677?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8536780989190033677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=8536780989190033677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/8536780989190033677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/8536780989190033677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-found-out-my-sister-is-depressed-two.html' title='I found out my sister is depressed two days ago.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4478066488302023269</id><published>2011-07-18T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T21:37:41.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The highlights of my life,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kwE9_tVC2w/TiQ13oDlEhI/AAAAAAAABl8/4z2h5aEiLyY/s1600/IMG_0225%255B1%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kwE9_tVC2w/TiQ13oDlEhI/AAAAAAAABl8/4z2h5aEiLyY/s200/IMG_0225%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630684663881470482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8vFg78D8JM/TiQ13aSlQHI/AAAAAAAABl0/KY_l_0OwJo8/s200/IMG_0219%255B1%255D.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630684660186300530" /&gt;Days when I reached home just in time to watch the sunset.&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrYez8Qw7yc/TiQ1RczKA7I/AAAAAAAABlU/8VemUZdt5_U/s1600/IMG_0202%255B2%255D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrYez8Qw7yc/TiQ1RczKA7I/AAAAAAAABlU/8VemUZdt5_U/s200/IMG_0202%255B2%255D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630684008024769458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eL4mqUuAoO0/TiQ1RfpqfSI/AAAAAAAABlc/n9aFnPbaZV4/s200/IMG_0195%255B1%255D.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630684008790261026" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SY5_V1bn6dI/TiQ0izb2roI/AAAAAAAABlE/iYD3T_Ufz5w/s200/IMG_0200%255B1%255D.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630683206647197314" /&gt;When you had nothing to do before a massage or you just didn't have anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zdz-sBx12Jc/TiQ0ErzDrCI/AAAAAAAABk8/XuY6XcwTwcw/s200/IMG_0223%255B1%255D.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630682689200958498" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3NDvspIRThM/TiQ0yOl46eI/AAAAAAAABlM/T1rNLbQvUrw/s200/IMG_0196%255B1%255D.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630683471635081698" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-As17rGZ6WN8/TiQ1R8FDBpI/AAAAAAAABlk/JsaNID50I84/s200/IMG_0204%255B1%255D.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630684016421308050" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCWY6kUQAmI/TiQ12zLUx4I/AAAAAAAABls/bfLrInhXYo0/s200/IMG_0203%255B1%255D.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630684649686878082" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, I have the most fun with Afiq. Probably one of the few who can &lt;i&gt;tahan&lt;/i&gt; my nonsense. I love you, b. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4478066488302023269?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4478066488302023269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4478066488302023269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4478066488302023269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4478066488302023269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/07/highlights-of-my-life.html' title='The highlights of my life,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3kwE9_tVC2w/TiQ13oDlEhI/AAAAAAAABl8/4z2h5aEiLyY/s72-c/IMG_0225%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5262899989173580355</id><published>2011-07-17T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:54:36.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one,</title><content type='html'>I've heard about girls not hanging out with her friends after having a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was just other girls. I thought that wouldnt happen to me but it did. &lt;br /&gt;Sure i have friends, i am a mingler. (haha just had to say that)&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with my boyfriend's friends alot, but sometimes i miss hanging out with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not complaining because i actually like afiq's friends. They are really nice, friendly and very entertaining people.&lt;br /&gt;I am my goofy self around them but when im with my friends, im more goofy. Its just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Actually this post isnt going anywhere. Just felt like letting out that sometimes i miss my bfffsdszsx.&lt;br /&gt;(oh btw, my friends and i are very egoistic and for me to say i miss them really took me ALOT of courage, just saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5262899989173580355?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5262899989173580355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5262899989173580355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5262899989173580355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5262899989173580355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-one.html' title='No one,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-2235636974136923214</id><published>2011-07-14T04:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T04:59:04.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year and counting,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dear Afiq,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over these 12 months that we've been dating, we've been through prettttttttaaaaaay tough times but note that most of the time we had were really best memories. You may not be the most patient, most romantic guy in the world but you sure are the most honest and sincere man I've met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for giving me confidence. --Its because of you that I start believing in myself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being so brutally honest with me. --If not, I probably would still act like I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for being yourself because its so freaking irritating. --I've learnt to be more patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, Thank Allah for bringing us together. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more I wanna say but why say if I can relate it through music? SO MUCH EASIER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qxqtnWwLxYI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-2235636974136923214?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2235636974136923214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=2235636974136923214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2235636974136923214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2235636974136923214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-year-and-counting.html' title='One year and counting,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qxqtnWwLxYI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7871566957582924436</id><published>2011-07-14T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:41:55.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan ain't foxy no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.superrobotmayhem.com/images/comic-book-movies/transformers-3/megab-fox-botox/megan-fox-no-botox_838.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n93X-artf14/TCKfaZfyUUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DcLeAOh_eDE/s1600/062110_megan_fox_chest_comp_544_XXXX.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: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n93X-artf14/TCKfaZfyUUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DcLeAOh_eDE/s1600/062110_megan_fox_chest_comp_544_XXXX.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan Fox recently uploaded photos to shake off the Botox rumours. Who are you kidding, Megan? Damn, she was a sex goddess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7871566957582924436?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7871566957582924436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7871566957582924436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7871566957582924436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7871566957582924436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/07/megan-ain.html' title='Megan ain&apos;t foxy no more.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n93X-artf14/TCKfaZfyUUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DcLeAOh_eDE/s72-c/062110_megan_fox_chest_comp_544_XXXX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-6176063270241416447</id><published>2011-06-28T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:08:33.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SIX.</title><content type='html'>Actually I've never thought we would last this long, lets just say we had some complications. Despite all that, we are still together and definitely going strong.&lt;br /&gt;And he's made me a better person since then. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-6176063270241416447?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6176063270241416447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=6176063270241416447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6176063270241416447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6176063270241416447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/06/six.html' title='SIX.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1564479673229925493</id><published>2011-06-27T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:40:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEVEN.</title><content type='html'>I was never the type who can keep surprises very well. Especially when I get too excited or nervous about it. Yes, I have a very big mouth. Sometimes I wish I could staple them together so 'least I would shut the fuck up for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In seven days time, it would be our first year anniversary. Well knowing that I've got a panic attack everytime I get nervous, you can guess that I've already blurted out the surprise gifts I was planning on giving to my boyfriend, Afiq. Y.E.S, I ACCIDENTALLY TOLD HIM WHAT I'M GETTING HIM. :/ But I told him to act surprise anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it isn't a bad thing because its now putting a little pressure on Afiq to get me something nice (SUCKER). However I don't expect him to get anything still but I know he will because he feels bad. HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since our anniversary will fall on a Monday, we have to celebrate it before or after the actual date. Any good suggestions? Oh and if you're thinking about a movie, just note that its already on our list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! Its almost pass midnight, I have another long day tomorrow. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1564479673229925493?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1564479673229925493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1564479673229925493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1564479673229925493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1564479673229925493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/06/seven.html' title='SEVEN.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1929049476223869621</id><published>2011-06-21T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:54:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood,</title><content type='html'>To many, I may look like a confident young lady who doesnt give a fuck abt what people says.&lt;br /&gt;Well they are right.. In some ways. I honestly dont give a fuck abt what others have to say. &lt;br /&gt;I am, however, lack of confidence. I always think im gonna do something bad or fail at something. Sometimes i feel like a burden, especially when i seek attention and security from others. I end up fucking up so ive learnt to just stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why sometimes i ask you weird and very personal questions, its because i want to feel secure. I want to feel like ive not messed up.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i know i can be irritating but that is who i am.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1929049476223869621?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1929049476223869621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1929049476223869621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1929049476223869621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1929049476223869621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/06/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5063584027767237070</id><published>2011-06-01T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:15:30.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont need anyone to teach me to be right. &lt;br /&gt;I just need everyone to lay off the sensitive part of life to me and just have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;Because oh damn life is short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5063584027767237070?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5063584027767237070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5063584027767237070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5063584027767237070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5063584027767237070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-need-anyone-to-teach-me-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-6825294052301010312</id><published>2011-05-09T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T01:26:33.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for giving birth to me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's day. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-6825294052301010312?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6825294052301010312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=6825294052301010312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6825294052301010312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6825294052301010312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-2062146032107342022</id><published>2011-05-06T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:49:46.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Default.</title><content type='html'>I miss Afiq. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-2062146032107342022?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2062146032107342022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=2062146032107342022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2062146032107342022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2062146032107342022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/05/default.html' title='Default.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-3879075186420781387</id><published>2011-04-29T03:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T04:14:38.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>preference</title><content type='html'>I prefer to have a friend who is annoyingly real than to have someone who is pleasantly fake. THANKFULLY I'VE MADE SOME RIGHT CHOICES IN THE FRIENDSHIP DEPARTMENT. HOWEVER, (I DONT KNOW WHY THE FUCK MY PHONE SUDDENLY WANTS TO BE ALL CAPSY-ISH) I STILL HAVE SOME FULL-OF-SHIT-KINDA-ACQUAINTANCE WHO WILL MAKE YOU WONDER WHY YOU MADE FRIENDS WITH HER IN THE FIRST PLACE. WELL I ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT IT AND THE ANSWER IS PEOPLE CHANGE. PERIOD. IT IS AND WILL FOREVER BE THE CASE. BUT YKNOW THERE'S ALWAYS THAT ONE FRIEND IN YOUR CLIQUE WHO ALWAYS AGREES AND NEVER ARGUES. WHICH LEADS ME TO THE ISSUE, FAKENESS-ISH OF A FRIEND. YEHYEH, SURE IT IS NECESSARY TO ACT FAKE DEPENDING ON THE SITUATION BUT TO THE EXTENT OF DOING IT 24-7, DAMN YOU GOTTA BE SOME PONY ON METH TO DO THAT. I KNOW YOU GUYS MUST BE THINKING HOW IS BEING NICE RELATED TO FAKENESS. IVE BROUGHT UP TO KNOW THAT THERE ARE BAD IN EVERYONE. EVERYONE HAS SOME SETANIC SHIT GOING ON AND I DONT BELIEVE HUMANS ARE 100% NICE AND GOOD-HEARTED.. UNLESS YOURE A SAINT OR PROPHET THAT SORTA. SO BY BEING TOO NICE, YOURE BEING FAKE. IVE REST MY CASE. GOODNIGHT BECAUSE ITS 4:15AM AND IM BLOODY SLEEPY. THANK YOU FOR WASTING 3MINS OF YOUR LIFE AWAY. GOODNIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-3879075186420781387?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3879075186420781387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=3879075186420781387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/3879075186420781387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/3879075186420781387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/04/preference.html' title='preference'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7137437153028111972</id><published>2011-04-13T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:31:07.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP.</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, my boyfriend is officially out of BMT (basic military training) and they have this ceremony for it called the Passing Out Parade. Well its obviously to congratulate the young soldiers for completing 4months of tough, not to mention time-consuming, training. For the last training they will get is the 24km walk to the floating platform from Changi terminal. So by the time they were supposed to march into the platform and perform for their loved ones. Some of them literally passed out. Uhhuh, serving the nation: tough work! Anyway I'll post the photos in FB. (:             Much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7137437153028111972?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7137437153028111972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7137437153028111972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7137437153028111972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7137437153028111972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/04/pop.html' title='POP.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4146155617652378892</id><published>2011-04-02T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T00:45:08.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life.</title><content type='html'>After having spent the whole day with my secondary school friends, I realized how much I missed being with them. Ever since I left SAC, I never felt as at home when I continued at ITE. Its just a different feeling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't make it to poly. as expected. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be fine. I will get my diploma another way, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, today I had an awesome day with Afiq. A movie and food, what else do you need in life man? We watched the sunset together and Koreans with vigor skateboards and random people on the beach. Even though he doesn't show his affections much but littlest things remind me that he cares. (I don't know whether this is normal, whenever I think of things to write about Afiq, I have this warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach. I don't know if this feeling is caused by the butterflies flapping around or my bowels trying to tell me something.) sidetrack. Dearest baby is POP-ing next Saturday. I'll upload some photos if I manage to grab my dad's camera from him. *fingers cross*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Til then. Live life to the fullest. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4146155617652378892?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4146155617652378892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4146155617652378892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4146155617652378892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4146155617652378892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-life.html' title='My life.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-2021351350908888781</id><published>2011-03-28T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T15:04:20.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain,</title><content type='html'>After so long, I decide I want to go for a jog today and guess what? It rained.&lt;div&gt;Its not often that I feel like jogging. I don't jog. I have flat foot. It hurts when I jog but you know occasionally I just feel like jogging just to get things off my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I can't do anything. I have no one to go out with. I am going to stay home and just watch Top gear. Good afternoon all, I hope you're having a better than I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-2021351350908888781?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2021351350908888781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=2021351350908888781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2021351350908888781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2021351350908888781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/03/rain.html' title='Rain,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-2322103939743631581</id><published>2011-03-22T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T18:48:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is happening,</title><content type='html'>I don't recall my parents ever telling me that you should forget everything and most importantly, your dignity. What you have now is dick-nity.&lt;div&gt;I can say for everyone that your idiocy is beginning to become a burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So whatever to you. It probably sucks to be you because you are living in the dirtiest, smelliest place in the world. the pussy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-2322103939743631581?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2322103939743631581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=2322103939743631581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2322103939743631581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2322103939743631581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-happening.html' title='What is happening,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-6712252655077431656</id><published>2011-03-21T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:55:58.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I think too much,</title><content type='html'>You know what I envy most? Girls with great genes. There's nothing in the whole entire universe that can bring me down except to know the fact that there are bloody pretty girls with perfect body and looks. And worst, pretty girls with certs. Its like when you're gorgeous, there's nothing in the world that you can't do. If I had one-third of their wonderful genes, I'd probably be running around half naked. So its a good thing that I'm ugly. See, there is always reasons for everything. I am fat and ugly because if I knew I was awesomely hot and gorgeous, I'd be idiotic. I wouldn't be as nice too. Oh and its a good thing that most pretty girls have low self-esteem. If not, we, uglies wouldn't be as confident as we are right now. hahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, have you ever wondered how does it feel to be beautiful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I have. In his eyes, I can be the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is enough for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, not really uh but I mean you know. I'd love to have people coming up to me and say "Omg, you are so gorgeous." but then again, I'll probably think they are lying... Wait, that is not the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is, there will always be someone out there who will make you feel good about yourself regardless how bitchy, ugly and fat you are as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-6712252655077431656?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6712252655077431656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=6712252655077431656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6712252655077431656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6712252655077431656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-i-think-too-much.html' title='When I think too much,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-744274249474601751</id><published>2011-03-17T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T16:47:49.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betol betol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSpJ9F5rSFI/TYHKkGItIkI/AAAAAAAABjo/OBXBCOrTgzA/s1600/v8J1H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSpJ9F5rSFI/TYHKkGItIkI/AAAAAAAABjo/OBXBCOrTgzA/s320/v8J1H.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584967734387352130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/23974604-744274249474601751?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/744274249474601751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=744274249474601751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/744274249474601751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/744274249474601751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/03/betol-betol.html' title='Betol betol.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RSpJ9F5rSFI/TYHKkGItIkI/AAAAAAAABjo/OBXBCOrTgzA/s72-c/v8J1H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1090401470887693574</id><published>2011-03-15T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T16:54:23.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blood.</title><content type='html'>If I can handle you, I can handle anything that comes in my way.&lt;div&gt;Because I know, well 'least I get to somewhere but you will always be a coward for the rest of your life if you choose to remain a douchebag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1090401470887693574?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1090401470887693574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1090401470887693574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1090401470887693574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1090401470887693574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/03/blood.html' title='blood.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5695779051472771371</id><published>2011-03-14T21:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:05:30.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my beliefs.</title><content type='html'>I believe the religion doesn't make a man good, its the choices he make. Do not get me wrong, I do believe in Allah and try to follow the ways of a pious Muslim but at the same time, I am learning about other rituals and religions. I mean, you have to understand that we are all the same. Most religions I've learnt are about world peace and sorta. So yeh, the man makes the decision, not the religion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also believe in second chances. Like ex-con and anyone whom had done you wrong. Just one more chance wouldn't hurt but if you give a third chance, then you're a fool uh. Yeh, the irony in that but it is second chance not third for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears are for woosy. I don't believe in crying to get what you want. It just shows weaknesses. I hate it when girls cry to attract attention. Like don't you think you've cried enough when you were a baby? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am so weird but that is what I believe in. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5695779051472771371?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5695779051472771371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5695779051472771371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5695779051472771371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5695779051472771371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-beliefs.html' title='my beliefs.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-2551836094212909206</id><published>2011-03-05T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T00:08:34.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye,</title><content type='html'>Finally, after two years of long journeys and incompetent teachers, I am done with ITE.&lt;div&gt;I have survived brutal attacks from vicious creatures. haha, ITE isn't that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fortunate to have classmates who are actually quite harmless. Remembering that my impressions of ITE was gangs and druggies and well, everything bad. But actually being in ITE for these two years wasn't awful. I wouldn't say that ITE has changed me to become the person I am now but it has given me the experience I need to move on in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's next in life? Hopefully diploma in blah blah or a nice stable job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However at the moment, I am just thankful I don't need to go to the west ever again. I still prefer the east. You have to admit that the east do have everything you need. We can walk and not have crowded LRTs. The west is just too complicated for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to self: DO NOT LIVE IN THE WEST, NO MATTER HOW FUCKING RICH YOU ARE. EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of that. My dearest bf is going into the jungle tomorrow for two days with the boars and mosquitoes and mud and everything natural. I am confident he will survive but just pray for his well-being. He will always be in my mind. (AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW) while I'm in Batam. hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be in Batam for a day tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S2Cti12XBw4" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-2551836094212909206?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2551836094212909206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=2551836094212909206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2551836094212909206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2551836094212909206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/03/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/S2Cti12XBw4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7042650983336495610</id><published>2011-02-15T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:07:25.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My views on religion.</title><content type='html'>I'm a believer of God but let's just say I have some twitches to suit myself. haha&lt;div&gt;Judge me for all I care, people have different opinions of religions and mine is this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I do not pray. Yes, I do occasionally wear revealingly but that doesn't make me a bad person. I'm just not ready to really devout myself to God, just yet. I am still young and I want to enjoy first uh! Who knows, maybe I'll be so pious one fine day that you guys won't even recognize me or something. And of course, sooner or later I'll definitely want to learn to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fortunate enough to experience different religions while growing up. I've always believe that every religion wants you to practice to be a better person so right now, I'm gonna work on that before I devote myself fully to Allah. Yes, I am a muslim so not all muslims are bad. Its just a handful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7042650983336495610?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7042650983336495610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7042650983336495610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7042650983336495610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7042650983336495610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-views-on-religion.html' title='My views on religion.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1437408735147288848</id><published>2011-02-11T09:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:38:57.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Views on drugs and alcohol.</title><content type='html'>Drugs are okay if the doctors give you prescriptions.&lt;div&gt;Alcohol is fine if you don't wish to get yourself wasted. I don't like the feeling of not being able to control my body and being 'high' makes you look like a fool all the time because you do fucking stupid things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm against all these alcohol shit sooooo yeh. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1437408735147288848?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1437408735147288848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1437408735147288848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1437408735147288848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1437408735147288848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/02/views-on-drugs-and-alcohol.html' title='Views on drugs and alcohol.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1684762619814108510</id><published>2011-02-09T01:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T02:04:57.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Where I'd like to be in 10 years.</title><content type='html'>I see myself holding a stable job with a good income. &lt;div&gt;Probably happily married and maybe with one kid. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in 10 years, I hope I sing better. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1684762619814108510?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1684762619814108510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1684762619814108510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1684762619814108510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1684762619814108510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2-where-id-like-to-be-in-10-years.html' title='Day 2: Where I&apos;d like to be in 10 years.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-2713356835580806874</id><published>2011-02-08T00:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T03:19:59.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Current relationship.</title><content type='html'>I am content with what I get out of this relationship.The love, support and security that this boy provides is amazing, I swear.&lt;div&gt;I feel so secured even when I am not with him. Or like when I PMS, he is so calm and patient even when I'm nagging and being a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, I've learnt to be more patient and less of a brat when it comes to him and to be more confident about myself. All thanks to him, my loverboy. I have learnt to love his flaws too, except for that smoking habit that he's got. (Smoking kills) I accept every flaw that he's got because it is who is he. Yeh, its obvious that my love don't cost a thing. I'm not materialistic anyway. So it is safe to say that Afiq is my ideal boyfriend! YAYYYYY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in love and damn, it feels so good to be loved back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLOOLRjqMUw/TVBE_mnDC5I/AAAAAAAABjY/_N-mJjawfnU/s200/afiq..jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571028598544075666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-2713356835580806874?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2713356835580806874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=2713356835580806874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2713356835580806874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2713356835580806874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-1-current-relationship.html' title='Day 1: Current relationship.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLOOLRjqMUw/TVBE_mnDC5I/AAAAAAAABjY/_N-mJjawfnU/s72-c/afiq..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7947268973483663223</id><published>2011-02-02T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T00:46:09.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve's eve.</title><content type='html'>Well its officially the eve of CNY but I haven't slept yet so its still the eve's eve.&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for this year's reunion (although we just had one on Sunday) because this year, Afiq's joining us. (: I know its weird but what the heck, I like to show off my man. Its exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I've been facing a lot of difficulties but that's life. Nothing I can't pull through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just heard I need to go to school for I don't know what reason. Nazbey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7947268973483663223?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7947268973483663223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7947268973483663223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7947268973483663223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7947268973483663223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/02/eves-eve.html' title='Eve&apos;s eve.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4109765584199010278</id><published>2011-01-29T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T14:53:24.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly.</title><content type='html'>You know I heard we can register for poly now but I don't know how to. Nazbey.&lt;div&gt;Anyway Afiq's back. YAYYYYY~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4109765584199010278?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4109765584199010278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4109765584199010278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4109765584199010278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4109765584199010278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/poly.html' title='Poly.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4378364497084796344</id><published>2011-01-27T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:47:53.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make it stop.</title><content type='html'>Hi, Im on my phone so pardon any spelling mistakes. bear with me, i just need to blog this up. I don't know what's up with my brother, the anger and sadness. i don't care about him but i know he's hurting my parents so badly now. i know i must have been like this and honestly speaking, once is enough uh, i was a bitch who didnt appreciate the things that i have. and i do not want my parents to experience anymore of these shit. i had confidence in my bro because he was always the sibling i clicked better. right now, ITS AS THOUGH I NO LONGER KNOW HIM. I DONT KNOW WHY SUDDENLY THIS IS IN CAPS BUT YEH.. MY BRO, WHOM I GREW UP WITH IS NO LONGER IN THIS WORLD. HE HAD DIED AFTER HE GOT WITH THAT THING HE CALLS HIS GIRLFRIEND. AND NOW IM BROTHERLESS AND SAD. IM SAD TO SEE MY PARENTS TRYING SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND HARIZ. I AM SAD THAT MY HOME IS NO LONGER SAFE ANYMORE. I AM SAD THAT MY PARENTS HAVE TO SUFFER THIS ALL OVER AGAIN.. THIS TIME ITS WORSE. I REALLY AM KEEN ON SEEING THAT THING TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL. I NEED TO GET RID OF HER IN ORDER TO GET MY FAMILY BACK. IT WILL BE MY DUTY TO DO THAT. BUT I CANT STAND THE FACT THAT MY BROTHER IS WILLING TO GIVE EVERYTHING UP FOR THAT THING WHO DOESNT MAKE HIM HAPPY. IT MAKES HIM PATHETIC AND WEAK AND UNCOOL. YES THAT IS A THING, ISNT HUMAN. SHE PROBABLY KNOWS THE WHOLE FAMILY HATES HER. AND HEYY THING, YOUR FAMILY'S APART DOESNT MEAN YOU NEED TO TEAR THIS ONE AS WELL. BITCH, IM GONNA SLEEP. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4378364497084796344?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4378364497084796344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4378364497084796344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4378364497084796344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4378364497084796344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/make-it-stop.html' title='make it stop.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7905227303347277152</id><published>2011-01-20T00:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T00:38:24.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA-FIQ. ♥</title><content type='html'>After a couple of months meeting every single day, my dear boy had to go be a good citizen and serve the nation. Leaving me, his poor plan-less girlfriend, to die slowly of boredom. After ten weeks of his sentence (haha I made NS sound like prison), I am still not used to having nothing to do for the whole week until Afiq books out. That is sad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priya, my apparent spare tire is being a bitch and ditching me for her other friend. (That, will be another entry on its own) So I can't do anything but go home after school and be such a good daughter to my parents. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, my babababababy's booking out only on Sunday so I don't get to spend that much time with him and plus I'm working on that day. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking of going somewhere fun (with him) the next week. Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just leave a comment anywhere. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7905227303347277152?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7905227303347277152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7905227303347277152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7905227303347277152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7905227303347277152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/ha-fiq.html' title='HA-FIQ. ♥'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-228833882171296873</id><published>2011-01-17T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:35:48.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucking cunt,</title><content type='html'>Its so sad that my dad always blames me for stuff I didn't do.&lt;div&gt;Even when my brother's giving an attitude, it is always me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't he blame that fucking cunt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I don't care what the fuck people say, I do not like that fucking girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That fucking cunt made my brother into an asshole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be able to talk to my brother about anything and now, because of her, I feel so distant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like he built a fucking wall for that bitch, from his fucking own family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How in the fucking world is that healthy? I hate the bitch from the north. Why can't he just find someone nice or something? Why does he have to go so low as to be with her? Fuck you, bitch. Fuck you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean why can't you make peace with the guy's family instead of making a even worse impression of yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It says a lot about you, you know? It says you don't fucking care about my brother and that you think that you are in love with him but you are not. You are just desperate for attention. Reckon you haven't been having any action, that's why you are preying on little boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my brother gets laid and is very content with just having her. Because if he goes so much as to get into a relationship with her, so long sucker. you are not worth my time anymore dear brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-228833882171296873?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/228833882171296873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=228833882171296873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/228833882171296873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/228833882171296873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/fucking-cunt.html' title='fucking cunt,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-693257626269264308</id><published>2011-01-16T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:58:09.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is bad,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My guts predict that tomorrow will be one of my worse days in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because:&lt;/div&gt;There's a fucking event tomorrow which I know my team-mates aren't prepared.&lt;div&gt;Told them to fucking think of alternatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick as a cow. Ever wondered why it is as a cow and not any other animals? haha, same here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm coughing so badly that I can't go to bed early. I'll just keep coughing and coughing.. and coughing. I feel my throat swelling up right now and there's nothing I can do anything about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even drinking is hard for me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just remembered I have a ppt to submit by tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great so I can spend my time doing that and not go to bed and cough my lungs out. IF that's possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend's confined this week so I'll be boyfriendless too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And worse still, I am working this week. I just do not look forward to working anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the environment there, I like serving foreigners and meeting new people. Now I just meet the same kinds of people, over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-693257626269264308?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/693257626269264308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=693257626269264308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/693257626269264308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/693257626269264308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-bad.html' title='This is bad,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5005224164990272796</id><published>2011-01-14T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T08:48:17.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning!</title><content type='html'>I don't want to go to school.&lt;div&gt;I want to stay home until I feel better.&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/23974604-5005224164990272796?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5005224164990272796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5005224164990272796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5005224164990272796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5005224164990272796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-morning.html' title='Good morning!'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-2334985082690916380</id><published>2011-01-12T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T01:28:54.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love,</title><content type='html'>Based on observations and personal experience, I can tell you that its full of drama.&lt;div&gt;From dads not wanting to eat non-halal food for moms to brothers who became worse after having a girlfriend. And that's just in the family, I haven't mention about friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I overheard my dad's conversation with my brother last night. Its funny how old generations give advices on love but it makes sense, somehow. That love isn't enough, there should be some compromises and that love is blind, you wouldn't know whether it is for real until you die. There are hurdles to jump, many problems to solve, together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope that my relationship with Afiq isn't some puppy love that will eventually wear out. Because I feel, as we are nearing our 7th month together, that I still have this butterflies fluttering in my stomach effect when I'm with him and that I smile whenever I think about him. And I wonder does he have the same feelings as I do. That.. I'll never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for my brother, I hope for the opposite. I am hoping that it is just a phase he is going through, that it is puppy love. Because as far as I know, she doesn't seem to be a good influence to my dear, naive brother. I'm just not fond of her. Let's just say I have a very bad impression of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C'mon! Get a good looking chic 'least. Why am I saying all these? Its because I'm listening to my brother's mushy, disgusting conversation with that girl. And its something I do not want to listen but have to because I'm using my brother's lappy. Ah gosh, this is the time when I wish my lappy was working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, I'm listening to loud techno songs to ease out the pain..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to me, trying to concentrate on my projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/23974604-2334985082690916380?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2334985082690916380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=2334985082690916380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2334985082690916380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2334985082690916380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/love.html' title='Love,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-9136649773787556564</id><published>2011-01-03T10:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:13:15.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leb7flD8Uc1qcncawo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People probably have started on their new year's resolution so I think I should to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy the way I am. Yeh sure, its full of ups and downs but that is why I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, my resolution would probably be to continue living happily and contented with life and that I always try to succeed in what I want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the second day of 2011, I was part of the tearing down of Coffee Bean in Terminal 3 transit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the help of our bosses, my colleagues and I slowly transferred everything out of the outlet and when we were done, it was already 5 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I am going to be transferred to Terminal 1 temporarily(hopefully) until the outlet in Terminal 2 is complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wish me luck because I know I'm going through living hell thorough the time I am going to spend there. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good morning Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-9136649773787556564?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9136649773787556564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=9136649773787556564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/9136649773787556564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/9136649773787556564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5828768126067616755</id><published>2010-12-25T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T10:20:16.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas,</title><content type='html'>I've been working hard, so hard and now its my time to take a break.&lt;div&gt;Afiq's back since Thursday but he has to book in at 5pm tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news is, he's booking out on Wednesday. NAISE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its time for me to cuss and swear at bitches. It'll probably feel so good after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5828768126067616755?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5828768126067616755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5828768126067616755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5828768126067616755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5828768126067616755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/12/xmas.html' title='X&apos;mas,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-8556107468819276413</id><published>2010-12-20T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T01:28:58.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubts</title><content type='html'>I cant trust anyone. I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-8556107468819276413?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8556107468819276413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=8556107468819276413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/8556107468819276413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/8556107468819276413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/12/doubts.html' title='doubts'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-769988506743013287</id><published>2010-12-17T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:07:52.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th day,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLOOLRjqMUw/TQtgOWQX7VI/AAAAAAAABi8/1LghyVOKH40/s1600/tumblr_l8pd8wEyMp1qzyagco1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLOOLRjqMUw/TQtgOWQX7VI/AAAAAAAABi8/1LghyVOKH40/s200/tumblr_l8pd8wEyMp1qzyagco1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551636765272960338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the time I am done with work, I'll end up like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should probably get dressed for work now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodnight people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-769988506743013287?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/769988506743013287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=769988506743013287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/769988506743013287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/769988506743013287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/12/8th-day.html' title='8th day,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLOOLRjqMUw/TQtgOWQX7VI/AAAAAAAABi8/1LghyVOKH40/s72-c/tumblr_l8pd8wEyMp1qzyagco1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-6163319747853315084</id><published>2010-12-15T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:22:28.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th</title><content type='html'>Afiq has been gone for nearly a week and I'm having the time of my life. That was predictable. What's not is my new haircut. And now I look like ugly betty.&lt;br /&gt;I look ugly laaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh according to people at work I've gain weight so now I'm gonna go on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-6163319747853315084?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6163319747853315084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=6163319747853315084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6163319747853315084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6163319747853315084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/12/15th.html' title='15th'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4261203927689974901</id><published>2010-12-09T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:01:21.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day,</title><content type='html'>Hi, I am going to blog about my experience and the neat stuff I do without my boyfriend around for two weeks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am freeeeeeee but I kinda miss having him around. Always disturbing me. Oh wells, nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have PRIYA, my spare tire. (: She'll be my boyfriend for the next two weeks and I have this feeling that we'll do stupid things again. Woo, just you wait and see. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4261203927689974901?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4261203927689974901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4261203927689974901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4261203927689974901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4261203927689974901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-day.html' title='First day,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1868335153407555850</id><published>2010-12-07T05:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T05:40:46.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, I get jealous when you mention her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get jealous because I am insecure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am insecure probably because you had a future with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S; Some poor fucker had stolen my phone, PM me your number if you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1868335153407555850?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1868335153407555850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1868335153407555850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1868335153407555850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1868335153407555850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/12/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5373225631573577636</id><published>2010-12-03T02:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T02:19:56.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;hiberdating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 9.16667px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Verb - Someone who ignores all their other friends when they are dating a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 9.16667px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 28px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeh, that's what I'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5373225631573577636?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5373225631573577636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5373225631573577636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5373225631573577636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5373225631573577636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-am-i-doing.html' title='What am I doing?'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5795442782818920003</id><published>2010-11-21T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:44:04.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably guessed it,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Word of the day:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;me gusto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 9.16667px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;A Spanish phrase that literally translates into "I please myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; font-size: 9.16667px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 24px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You gotta love urbandictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5795442782818920003?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5795442782818920003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5795442782818920003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5795442782818920003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5795442782818920003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/11/probably-guessed-it.html' title='Probably guessed it,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4781956986881466759</id><published>2010-11-02T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:05:38.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Hi Hi Hi Hi Hi Hi Hi Hi Hi Hi Hi.&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/23974604-4781956986881466759?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4781956986881466759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4781956986881466759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4781956986881466759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4781956986881466759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-8598119653090115472</id><published>2010-10-29T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T00:18:33.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear wonderboy,</title><content type='html'>Please note that I love you no matter what happens. I may flirt around but in the end, I know who I want to be with. And that is you. (: So after two years of serving the Nation, I'll still be there for you. And I know you know that too.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-8598119653090115472?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8598119653090115472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=8598119653090115472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/8598119653090115472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/8598119653090115472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/10/dear-wonderboy.html' title='Dear wonderboy,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4586728920647080773</id><published>2010-10-28T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:08:06.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die bitch,</title><content type='html'>I am a Chinese so I have the tendency to do things very quickly. You know how 'kiasu' we can get.&lt;div&gt;Since you've already know my little family background, I was thinking you were bright enough to know that I hate to wait for things to be done. Let me repeat myself so it gets into your head, I hate waiting for things to be done. Especially when you volunteered to complete the task. You jolly well complete it without me asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pisses me off. And I hate it when Taiwanese celebs (do you call them that or do you call them full-grown 5 year olds?) who talk through their noses like they stuff tampons in them that makes their voices go so fucking high and piercing. They look like they're in their mid-20s and they are talking like 5 year-olds? I know women wanna be young but well, apparently their definition of young is reliving their childhood again in their 20s. (As if they won't get to be babies again when they are old and senile.) Man, I'm glad I'm not that Chinese. I think this is one of those PMS moments. I'm pissed at everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4586728920647080773?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4586728920647080773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4586728920647080773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4586728920647080773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4586728920647080773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/10/die-bitch.html' title='Die bitch,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-2291604883703792880</id><published>2010-10-20T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T04:41:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>I'm using my moms iPhone to blog so pardon the spelling mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep so I decided to explore my moms phone without her permission. Pretty sneaky eg?&lt;br /&gt;Actually I wanted to play tap tap, I'm damn addicted to it and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And typing on the iPhone is easy because whatever spelling mistakes I type, they'll automatically change it for me so I don't need to get irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take this opportunity to thank my boyfriend for being such a patient fella.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a real bitch lately. With moods swinging so rapidly, I tell you if I were to be my own bf, I'd just bitchslap myself.&lt;br /&gt;So thanks afiq. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second week of school and I'm still tired from the 25hour shift I did during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda regretted wasting my time and effort at work but thinking about my Oct pay makes me feel all better. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lck hasn't been in school for the past couple of days and guess what..&lt;br /&gt;We're enjoying it! I know you guys are probably thinking: "damn this class is wack, man" or "class ni mcm sial sia."&lt;br /&gt;But hey, we do have our reasons for reacting this way. Ah wells, least I know she doesn't bitch bout us to other teachers.&lt;br /&gt;But hey I'm gonna enjoy these days of AOFA without her, because once she starts teaching, I'll be struggling again like I did in the first week.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, til then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-2291604883703792880?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2291604883703792880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=2291604883703792880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2291604883703792880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2291604883703792880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7459548566245874740</id><published>2010-10-12T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:45:41.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet,</title><content type='html'>My friends in school are bugging me to get a Twitter. So yesterday, I decided to just get one and I realized I've already got one and I have followers already! Amazing, all these and I didn't even know.&lt;div&gt;So my friend, Seaweed, was telling me that there's this website that allows you to text to Twitter without paying a single cent so I guess there was no harm in trying the shit out. And I did and now, I fucking have no idea how to send it to Twitter and its like all bullshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm like thinking, blogger is so much more convenient and that's why I'd choose Blogger over Twitter anytime and anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am gonna go meet Afiq later. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Movie time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7459548566245874740?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7459548566245874740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7459548566245874740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7459548566245874740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7459548566245874740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/10/tweet.html' title='Tweet,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1650003773000548149</id><published>2010-10-09T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:29:54.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday,</title><content type='html'>Supposedly the best day of the week but I am going to work. :/&lt;div&gt;And tomorrow is Sunday and then Monday, which will be the start of a new semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so not looking forward to the long journey to Tech Whye again. And the fact that Izzati isn't in school makes it all the worse. Ah I'll get through, knowing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, k I wanna head to work earlier to use the foot massage thingy so 'til then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1650003773000548149?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1650003773000548149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1650003773000548149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1650003773000548149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1650003773000548149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday.html' title='Saturday,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1869403868628731743</id><published>2010-10-06T11:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:07:38.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way you are,</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjhCEhWiKXk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be nice if my bf sings to me this song.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I am so full of myself but it'll still be nice.&lt;br /&gt;*HINT HINT, AFIQ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I still think Bruno looks like he's an alien from Mars. hahahaha, get it?&lt;div&gt;k not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1869403868628731743?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1869403868628731743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1869403868628731743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1869403868628731743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1869403868628731743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just the way you are,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-6210632265543770956</id><published>2010-09-29T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:18:50.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct Oct Octy,</title><content type='html'>Normally I'd start by apologizing for not updating and stuff but I do have a reason for not doing so.&lt;div&gt;I've been really busy like fo' real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that I do not feel inspired to blog about anything anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The random topics that would suddenly appear just went away. Its like I became a boring person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, this is crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been enjoying life, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-6210632265543770956?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6210632265543770956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=6210632265543770956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6210632265543770956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6210632265543770956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/09/oct-oct-octy.html' title='Oct Oct Octy,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-3387692855738794092</id><published>2010-09-14T02:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T03:17:21.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon's over, I can tell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am afraid because I've put every trust in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afraid of getting myself hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ah wells, this is the game of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-3387692855738794092?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3387692855738794092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=3387692855738794092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/3387692855738794092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/3387692855738794092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/09/honeymoons-over-i-can-tell.html' title='Honeymoon&apos;s over, I can tell.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1783679409383771380</id><published>2010-09-07T13:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:37:38.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.</title><content type='html'>Three more days to Raya.&lt;div&gt;8 more to Pay day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a month of spending all those moneys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy fasting and goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1783679409383771380?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1783679409383771380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1783679409383771380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1783679409383771380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1783679409383771380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/09/3.html' title='3.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-8386570194941470674</id><published>2010-09-05T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:00:16.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning becomes acoustic,</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been counting down the days to:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am excited, so so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-8386570194941470674?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8386570194941470674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=8386570194941470674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/8386570194941470674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/8386570194941470674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/09/morning-becomes-acoustic.html' title='Morning becomes acoustic,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-6897255601050425665</id><published>2010-09-02T06:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T07:10:03.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning!</title><content type='html'>A good way to start my morning.&lt;div&gt;I feel refresh and eager to get to school. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a good sign! I'm gonna do fairly well for EOP today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh Heh Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afiq, this is for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lLvtydTM78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lLvtydTM78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;You can be the peanut butter to my jelly&lt;br /&gt;You can be the butterflies I feel in my belly&lt;br /&gt;You can be the captain and I can be your first mate&lt;br /&gt;You can be the chills that I feel on our first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the hero and I can be your side kick&lt;br /&gt;You can be the tear that I cry if we ever split&lt;br /&gt;You can be the rain from the cloud when it's stormin'&lt;br /&gt;Or you can be the sun when it shines in the mornin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[B-Sec:]&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I could ever be&lt;br /&gt;Without you cause boy you complete me&lt;br /&gt;And in time I know that we'll both see&lt;br /&gt;That we're all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the apple to my pie&lt;br /&gt;You're the straw to my berry&lt;br /&gt;You're the smoke to my high&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one I wanna marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause your the one for me (for me)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one for you (for you)&lt;br /&gt;You take the both of us (of us)&lt;br /&gt;And we're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;Baby me and you&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;You can be the prince and I can be your princess&lt;br /&gt;You can be the sweet tooth and I can be the dentist&lt;br /&gt;You can be the shoes and I can be the laces&lt;br /&gt;You can be the heart that I spill on the pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be the vodka and I can be the chaser&lt;br /&gt;You can be the pencil and I can be the paper&lt;br /&gt;You can be as cold as the winter weather&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care as long as we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[B-Sec:]&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I could ever be&lt;br /&gt;Without you cause boy you complete me&lt;br /&gt;And in time I know that we'll both see&lt;br /&gt;That we're all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the apple to my pie&lt;br /&gt;You're the straw to my berry&lt;br /&gt;You're the smoke to my high&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one I wanna marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause your the one for me (for me)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one for you (for you)&lt;br /&gt;You take the both of us (of us)&lt;br /&gt;And we're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;Baby me and you&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll never doubt ya&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I think about ya&lt;br /&gt;And you know I can't live without ya&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way that you smile&lt;br /&gt;And maybe in just a while&lt;br /&gt;I can see me walk down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[B-Sec 1/2:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the apple to my pie&lt;br /&gt;You're the straw to my berry&lt;br /&gt;You're the smoke to my high&lt;br /&gt;And you're the one I wanna marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook:]&lt;br /&gt;Cause your the one for me (for me)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the one for you (for you)&lt;br /&gt;You take the both of us (of us)&lt;br /&gt;And we're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two&lt;br /&gt;Baby me and you&lt;br /&gt;We're the perfect two &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, I love you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-6897255601050425665?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6897255601050425665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=6897255601050425665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6897255601050425665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6897255601050425665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-morning.html' title='Good morning!'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-2098673733043734478</id><published>2010-08-23T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T11:24:53.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, ITS MONDAY!</title><content type='html'>I have a week left until the holidays are over. ): I'm feeling really exhausted, I don't know why.&lt;div&gt;So til then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-2098673733043734478?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2098673733043734478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=2098673733043734478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2098673733043734478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/2098673733043734478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/08/omg-its-monday.html' title='OMG, ITS MONDAY!'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7194456205225887361</id><published>2010-08-13T00:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T01:04:32.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more,</title><content type='html'>Today, while having the long lunch-less break, I thought about how alone I am actually in school.&lt;div&gt;I know I talked a lot but there is only one person in class, I pour out everything about anything to is you. &lt;i&gt;You know who you are. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thought of the times when the four of us were still together, the rubbish we ate when we played stupid games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now its just that boy and me. :/ I'm gonna miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi, I am still doing my POM project but I just had to express my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I've let it out, goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7194456205225887361?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7194456205225887361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7194456205225887361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7194456205225887361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7194456205225887361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-more.html' title='No more,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1223936111256132586</id><published>2010-08-09T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:45:11.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradicting,</title><content type='html'>My classmates are having this politics thing going on.&lt;div&gt;One saying about the other; to me, they are all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel that I should shove sense into their heads and make them realize who is the fucker now. Yet this isn't my business. Again, I am in the class so its sort of my business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, I'm still deciding whether I should give them a piece of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have two projects that are to be present tomorrow. Wish me luck because I need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I'm gonna fuck everyone of them up. Well, it isn't my fault. Sending them text messages or emails didn't apparently work. Thought they were responsible enough to do something about it. So yeh, good luck to them also. I edited and if they can't present properly, ain't my fault. Fuckers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeh, I hope today will be a good day, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1223936111256132586?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1223936111256132586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1223936111256132586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1223936111256132586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1223936111256132586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/08/contradicting.html' title='Contradicting,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-88963489206842620</id><published>2010-07-30T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:23:06.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama mama,</title><content type='html'>Hey folks, I know its been a long time since I last updated this page here.&lt;div&gt;Well, I have a life, you see and I'm pretty much enjoying it so I don't really have time for cyber-&lt;i&gt;ing&lt;/i&gt;. Fortunately, tonight is a whole new &lt;i&gt;shiat&lt;/i&gt; because tonight, I've decided to stay awake until the next morning because I know if I go to sleep, I'll end up being late for school again. We don't want that, now do we? However, I am confident that I'll still be late but 'least I'm trying. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeh, lots of drama in class, recently. Well actually there was only one, I shan't elaborate on that. Its dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since its past midnight, its already Friday. And the reason why I'm not sleeping tonight is because I need to wake up super early to go to school as I have a major project/event thingy and there are still unfinished business to take care of before the actual event starts.. Which is at Nine in the &lt;s&gt;afternoon&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;morning&lt;/b&gt;(The song just came into my mind that I had to blog about it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's pretty much awesome. I meet theez boyfriend of mine almost everyday. Then I think of his time to serve the nation. I'll be like "Daaaaaamn, I miss Afiq's nonsense" and like "Daaaaamn, I miss disturbing Afiq." Oh, I know I'll survive but I also know I'll  miss him like hell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm like munching on my flourless cakes, thinking of what to do after I'm done with this post. Honestly, I have no idea. And mind you, the cakes are expired so if I don't turn up for work or school or any events, you know what happened. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I'm done for now. 'Til next time, stay healthy. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-88963489206842620?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/88963489206842620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=88963489206842620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/88963489206842620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/88963489206842620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/07/drama-mama.html' title='Drama mama,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1073503817243955885</id><published>2010-07-22T08:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:51:23.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TB-free,</title><content type='html'>Yes, you heard me. I AM TB-FREE!&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to the movies with Afiq recently, its as though we have a lot of money but we're broke as hell.&lt;br /&gt;There's something about me, I hate bringing umbrellas everywhere I go so I decided to just use my hoodie as a shelter from the heavy rain. So I'm drenched but not completely.. you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm beginning to hate going to school. Hate LCK's face. Yes, nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;And now I need to go shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1073503817243955885?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1073503817243955885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1073503817243955885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1073503817243955885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1073503817243955885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/07/tb-free.html' title='TB-free,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5849708764341853662</id><published>2010-07-16T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:29:16.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor op</title><content type='html'>hi, I am at home.&lt;div&gt;At 12 noon, I'll be going to the TBCU to check my TB thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The brochure is in malay so I don't fucking understand what the fuck it is talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked my friend for directions instead. Please, please, please pray that I won't get lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day yall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5849708764341853662?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5849708764341853662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5849708764341853662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5849708764341853662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5849708764341853662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/07/minor-op.html' title='Minor op'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-96120775441621427</id><published>2010-07-13T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:57:51.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku rasa.</title><content type='html'>Hi, I feel happy today.&lt;div&gt;Afiq and I found something out today and we're damn glad its not happening. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having pretty bad moodswings and its not getting any better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I vent it on everyone. I get angry at everyone. I am insensitive. I am mean and sarcastic. I pretty much get angry at every single little thing anyone does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a big hoohaa about Tuberculosis during school recently. According to many of my classmates, one of us has TB. We received letters to go to the CDC to check it up. Just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll be heading to CDC next Tuesday. :/ k &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna call Afiq now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-96120775441621427?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/96120775441621427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=96120775441621427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/96120775441621427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/96120775441621427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/07/aku-rasa.html' title='Aku rasa.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1502328134232427438</id><published>2010-07-09T14:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T15:03:24.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bf.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have a boyfriend, friendboy, lover or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess who is he????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're guessing A to the F to the I to the Q. Then you're correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeh so people, stop asking questions because its kinda obvious and I'm a bit shy to like say, "YES, I AM ATTACHED" stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me, I'll just smile and walk away. HEHEHE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know right, I am evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my boyfriend, alot a lot alot and I'm sure he knows that, right (Tag to acknowledge this).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since today is a Friday and school let us off early on Fridays (and Tuesdays), I'm at home, waiting for Afiq to end work. Yehhhhhh~ Bored but I have stuff to do. TV!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K I should stop. I am blabbering. WHY? Because I am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good afternoon to all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1502328134232427438?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1502328134232427438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1502328134232427438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1502328134232427438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1502328134232427438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/07/bf.html' title='Bf.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-8563839717630575002</id><published>2010-07-06T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T16:14:26.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gone.</title><content type='html'>I am lost.&lt;div&gt;goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-8563839717630575002?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8563839717630575002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=8563839717630575002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/8563839717630575002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/8563839717630575002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/07/gone.html' title='gone.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1246934856351923947</id><published>2010-06-26T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:15:45.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Hi, I am single, ready to mingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only another week left of the holidays. I'm enjoying it because lots of things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Some things are happy, others are just.. confusing. Whatever it is, I've decided to be secretive about it.&lt;br /&gt;Only some of my friends know. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell more but well, I don't wanna complicate things and I'm actually just too lazy to explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been busy. REALLY BUSEH.&lt;br /&gt;K goodnight people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1246934856351923947?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1246934856351923947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1246934856351923947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1246934856351923947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1246934856351923947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1437899449219657645</id><published>2010-06-20T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:19:22.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still need you to prove you do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1437899449219657645?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1437899449219657645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1437899449219657645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1437899449219657645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1437899449219657645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5084222112284014630</id><published>2010-06-20T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T00:21:43.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepeeeeh!</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy.&lt;br /&gt;Goodday all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5084222112284014630?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5084222112284014630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5084222112284014630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5084222112284014630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5084222112284014630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleepeeeeh.html' title='Sleepeeeeh!'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-412467146178898625</id><published>2010-06-11T08:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:57:34.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HoliHoliHoliHolis</title><content type='html'>Finally its the day everyone in class was waiting for; HOLIDAYS!&lt;div&gt;Today feels odd. I woke up early though I know there's no school. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I like about school is that I don't need to wake up and travel back and forth from Tampines to Clementi and the fact that I don't need to see LCK, feels like Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, what I don't like about school. I fucking don't know what to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kk and the fact that the school's gonna be further when I turn back, isn't making me excited for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K. Good morning glorious people.&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/23974604-412467146178898625?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/412467146178898625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=412467146178898625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/412467146178898625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/412467146178898625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiholiholiholis.html' title='HoliHoliHoliHolis'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-45303720200324325</id><published>2010-06-06T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:43:52.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon my French,</title><content type='html'>I just fucking wanna rib your guts out because you don't use it at all.&lt;div&gt;Firstly. All you do is when confronted, is either give in or ignore. I may be hard on you most times, its because you don't know how fucking frustrating it is to talk to a little kid like you. Its like you're not aware of the responsibility of an adult. Apparently some people aren't born to lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly. Stop being fake. Stop trying to fit in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it has nothing to do with me but it is disgusting to see someone try so fucking hard to fit in. You're softer than Al' Hafiz from Voguelicious. Wait, you're softer than anyone uh. When will you ever accept the fact that you're just incapable of being a man until the ago of 50?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly, I just hate your fucking face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth, I'm bleeding so I have moodswings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-45303720200324325?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/45303720200324325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=45303720200324325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/45303720200324325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/45303720200324325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/pardon-my-french.html' title='Pardon my French,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4690014782729234252</id><published>2010-06-05T01:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T01:34:38.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I pity my legs.</title><content type='html'>My legs are numb yet are in pain. They are confused.&lt;div&gt;Poor legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I need time for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nehmind, during the holidays, I'm gonna treat myself well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight, I have work in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4690014782729234252?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4690014782729234252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4690014782729234252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4690014782729234252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4690014782729234252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-pity-my-legs.html' title='I pity my legs.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-7880264639831226598</id><published>2010-06-03T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:59:53.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its like...</title><content type='html'>Its like you don't even know me.&lt;div&gt;We're better off as strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kungfu panda never fail to cheer me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish animals do talk. Life would be so much interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hafi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-7880264639831226598?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7880264639831226598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=7880264639831226598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7880264639831226598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/7880264639831226598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-like.html' title='Its like...'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-6368348516540291988</id><published>2010-05-30T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:47:22.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k.</title><content type='html'>I lost a friend today. Although how much I hate you at times, I am still sad that you've decided you want to end this friendship. I feel regret and all because it was kinda my fault that you've decide this. But whatever it is, I shouldn't feel so sad. After all, life's too short to be sad or angry. I should led my life, happily with or without you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye friend, you shouldn't be so egotistical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight faithful readers, whoever you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-6368348516540291988?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6368348516540291988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=6368348516540291988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6368348516540291988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/6368348516540291988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/k.html' title='k.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-3008430718129794279</id><published>2010-05-28T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:36:49.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what?</title><content type='html'>I'm sick and tired of having people to boss me around, just because they think they are bigger than me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to me tomorrow and tomorrow and for the time being uh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-3008430718129794279?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3008430718129794279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=3008430718129794279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/3008430718129794279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/3008430718129794279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-know-what.html' title='You know what?'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4356850266983556899</id><published>2010-05-28T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T01:27:38.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen eye,</title><content type='html'>I went to school (And work) with a swollen eye.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when people take advantage of me. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4356850266983556899?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4356850266983556899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4356850266983556899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4356850266983556899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4356850266983556899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/swollen-eye.html' title='Swollen eye,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1034065479988865599</id><published>2010-05-24T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:24:34.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear world,</title><content type='html'>Life's going great now because I seldom see LCK. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1034065479988865599?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1034065479988865599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1034065479988865599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1034065479988865599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1034065479988865599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-world.html' title='Dear world,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-9057800232605909800</id><published>2010-05-21T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:42:24.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks.</title><content type='html'>Its those days when you just feel your life suck so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-9057800232605909800?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9057800232605909800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=9057800232605909800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/9057800232605909800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/9057800232605909800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/sucks.html' title='Sucks.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5005897044870445525</id><published>2010-05-19T04:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T04:26:16.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>I know I'm gonna be tired later but I still need to rush through this shit project.&lt;div&gt;Not long ago, I found out that we need to hand in this assignment a day earlier than the actual deadline which is on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I didn't have work later on, it'll be so much easier but I do so I have to stay up to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHWELLS. My fault. Should have focus on this a long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost done, need some shit and I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a little hype up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one to entertain me. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodnight/morning people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5005897044870445525?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5005897044870445525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5005897044870445525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5005897044870445525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5005897044870445525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/how.html' title='How?'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1742958147308651923</id><published>2010-05-18T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T02:44:35.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six steps of life,</title><content type='html'>Its a cycle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1: I feel like I suffer alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step2: I see people around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step3: They need help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 4: I help them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step5: I forget about my problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 6: I am happy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably want to help the world if I could but unfortunately, I do not have the time and money to do so. I've decided that just by helping one person at a time makes me feel so much better. So from this day onwards, I'm gonna dedicate my life to helping people in need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I help people to help myself.  CHEY, nice slogan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K goodnight potential sufferers. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1742958147308651923?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1742958147308651923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1742958147308651923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1742958147308651923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1742958147308651923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/six-steps-of-life.html' title='Six steps of life,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1515156910943071026</id><published>2010-05-13T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:14:18.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough your shit out,</title><content type='html'>I swear this cough is getting worse. Okay, no it was better after I took the medication but after I wake up to do the projects, it came back. Honestly think its because I'm doing the projects but someone told me the medication is waring off. I still think its the projects.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So apart from doing these projects, I'm sleeping my day away. Temperature ain't going down yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't taste anything with my thumb. Wait.. Everyone can't either. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes yes, I know. I'm talking crap but what am I supposed to do? Everyone's out, either studying or working and I've got no one to accompany and crap with me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I found out that I have a stalker for a teacher. -I know she'll probably gonna read it but who cares? I can say that she can't teach and she can't do anything about it. I bet she knows I hate (no, hate is too harsh) dislike her. For the fact that I can't learn anything from her, makes me not want to come to school everyday but what to do? The ITE attendance system sucks and so I still have to show my face in school daily and yes, not learn anything from her. Least the other teachers are more relaxed and not so.. how to put it? Uptight. -FYI, uptight is an understatement. Damn! You know what, I should stop it right here. I can go on and on about how suckish it is to have her as a teacher. From the start of Year 1, I should have sign a petition to change teachers. Damn! Regretted and now I have to live my life with misery and sorrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see the classmates tomorrow at 9am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1515156910943071026?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1515156910943071026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1515156910943071026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1515156910943071026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1515156910943071026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/cough-your-shit-out.html' title='Cough your shit out,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5693575699715994733</id><published>2010-05-10T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:24:43.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn sore throat,</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like attending school/work for the whole week.&lt;div&gt;But if I act like this way, I won't succeed in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I wish I was the one for somebody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the moment, I'm content with being anyone for anybody! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came to realize that people do actually read my blog. -Not visit to hop onto other links but actually read it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a little freaky but I sorta like the attention. -Duh, every girl loves attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 more days to joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5693575699715994733?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5693575699715994733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5693575699715994733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5693575699715994733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5693575699715994733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/damn-sore-throat.html' title='Damn sore throat,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-4963773602321653960</id><published>2010-05-07T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T01:02:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting,</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr You-Know-Who-You-Are,&lt;div&gt;I realize after we decided to just be friends, everything went downhill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wish I could wind back and just remain as friends. It was so easy last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could just talk forever. I was so fond of you, your random wise-ish advices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I don't regret the things I had done, somehow it will eventually make me stronger. Well, actually it already has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've taught me many lessons in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught me that being with someone, isn't just about love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught me that some people aren't ready to fall back into love again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught me that he's just not that into you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught me to be patient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught me to give and honestly, never expect anything in return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught me to be understanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taught me that sometimes things just don't go your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's why you are my best friend and will forever be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr You-Know-Who-You-Are, I love you to death but you also taught me the most important thing which is when you love someone, you shouldn't be selfish. -though you always say to be selfish and have decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm letting you decide where you want to take your next journey to. Whatever it is, I'll be happy for you and will definitely support you in any means. Like I've said, you are my best friend. Friends will always be there for each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-4963773602321653960?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4963773602321653960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=4963773602321653960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4963773602321653960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/4963773602321653960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/drifting.html' title='Drifting,'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-5548959695045277093</id><published>2010-05-05T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:46:37.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutup la.</title><content type='html'>Today, I argued with LCK about the attendance shit and yeh, that got my blood boiling up to now.&lt;div&gt;First, it was the Sentosa, 10$ shit and now this. Honestly, sometimes I feel like being really mean and telling her she can't teach for nuts. If we could change CA, that would be better. I don't gain any knowledge from her but she taught me one thing though. She taught me how to argue to her. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! I'm hungry and nobody wants to lepak with me. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna eat and do my project now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good evening people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-5548959695045277093?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5548959695045277093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=5548959695045277093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5548959695045277093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/5548959695045277093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/shutup-la.html' title='Shutup la.'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23974604.post-1597209446217013627</id><published>2010-05-05T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T01:31:22.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jersey Shore!</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking what if I were a character in Jersey Shore. I want to be Snookie. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when people don't wanna layan me. I don't feel loved but I hate it when people ask a lot of stupid, idiotic questions especially when I'm like really tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm weird. I ask for too much. And I think I'm having some Karma. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You want attention from people who ignores you but you ignore the people who wants your attention.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sleepy. Talking nonsense like nobody's crazy ass business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to lepak. Someone, ajak me. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23974604-1597209446217013627?l=mylovelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1597209446217013627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23974604&amp;postID=1597209446217013627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1597209446217013627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23974604/posts/default/1597209446217013627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylovelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/jersey-shore.html' title='Jersey Shore!'/><author><name>Hafi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17437353577053617001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
