<?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-5282663728072777196</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:11:24.138+08:00</updated><category term='dead diana'/><title type='text'>Living Disaster</title><subtitle type='html'>Everything in life, can be a disaster.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-2068102178351883153</id><published>2010-06-25T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:43:33.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>Maybe its my time, for me to change.&lt;br /&gt;Change my mind. Open it even wider!&lt;br /&gt;Understand myself more but not understanding&lt;br /&gt;others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know myself more than anyone does.. any other&lt;br /&gt;things that could be happening, i'll say this to myself..&lt;br /&gt;" Its all mind, over matters. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its useless whining over things that wouldnt change&lt;br /&gt;or even take too long to change...its always been in me&lt;br /&gt;that we live life all alone. We all don't die together and we&lt;br /&gt;had our own lonely grave. Hm..i've got to be independent.&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling my girlfriend whats worth..&lt;br /&gt;now i guess, i should be telling more of that to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously worthless to keep pulling myself down.&lt;br /&gt;It would hurt more and more...&lt;br /&gt;hm...&lt;br /&gt;so yeah..now, i really really wanna thank Hafizh for lecturing&lt;br /&gt;me.. Heehehee...&lt;br /&gt;Its much more worth then anything else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much dear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-2068102178351883153?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/2068102178351883153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2068102178351883153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2068102178351883153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1109561184201702619</id><published>2010-06-25T01:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T02:02:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's there?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its just too frustrating when i used all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and called you my friend, but it may not meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;much to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now day, people are selfish! My eyes are open wide to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;observe people movements. The way they talk and how they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;treat one and other. Fron front to back. They needed someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by them but when someone needs them, they wont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even bother to care. Well i know i cant say much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but that's what i felt so!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck people around!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heartless freaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If someone you call " Friend " , you'll sure be there for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;them and help them up in all sorts. Even if it's impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to help out, least better then nothing , you did try your best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and at least be with them when in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see the world go round. I need you, i know MAYBE you'll come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But i understnd you cant always be there but still...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes, you didnt help me out with all your heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it doesnt matter much but at least appreciate lil things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that you had. I know you'll have people around when in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;need but having me by your side isnt enought. Right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So yeaah...WHO'S THERE?? BESIDE ME?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IF i could say to kiss my ass and fuck of my sight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it hurts more having a friend like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thanks anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ARGHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1109561184201702619?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1109561184201702619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/whos-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1109561184201702619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1109561184201702619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/whos-there.html' title='Who&apos;s there?!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3526972619019547918</id><published>2010-06-24T03:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T04:35:05.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed</title><content type='html'>Hey yeah....just wanna share something bout a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, a great friend of mine. Currently serving the nation.&lt;br /&gt;Have been contacted quite a while..actually just a hi bye friend,&lt;br /&gt;found at tagged. Never expect anything else more than friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what i know, he's a great guy. Since i trusted on being just&lt;br /&gt;friends, we are great buddies now. He used to always be there&lt;br /&gt;to comfort me when im down. But now....its ok. Im too busy&lt;br /&gt;with my things. Well, im so sorry but again it would be a&lt;br /&gt;lie if i say i didnt miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly..for months that we had become friends.&lt;br /&gt;We had never meet each other or even bump face to face. :)&lt;br /&gt;Only pictures is what we see...&lt;br /&gt;Well, good enought that i know how he smile. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, a sudden message was sent by him this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Called him for a moment before bed,ask him why and where he get from.&lt;br /&gt;And he say, i suddenly miss you so much and it comes from my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahak! Damn! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486066921121796370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/TCJszF98URI/AAAAAAAAAWk/a_mA38kw__0/s320/lilshai3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so close yet so far,&lt;br /&gt;at times like this i wish upon a star.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here and not there,&lt;br /&gt;yet life is hard and unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can do is wish and wait&lt;br /&gt;until we meet for that is our fate.&lt;br /&gt;Until the day i hold your face,&lt;br /&gt;kiss your lips within a candle lit place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold you close and feel you near,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss your cheek and whisper in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;Feel you skin beneath my hand,&lt;br /&gt;feel your energy inside expand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wish for that moment as i always do,&lt;br /&gt;and i've wished upon the stars,&lt;br /&gt;it will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Thanks Lurve!!&lt;br /&gt;imysm too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-3526972619019547918?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3526972619019547918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3526972619019547918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3526972619019547918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/needed.html' title='Needed'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/TCJszF98URI/AAAAAAAAAWk/a_mA38kw__0/s72-c/lilshai3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-5504196063699985093</id><published>2010-06-20T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T02:52:37.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BetterBeDead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484559123522389154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/TB0RduMuBKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EUDtdM3cs7Y/s320/65269188_9d0e291c4c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn! Damn! It's 2.41am...Fcking bored!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again couldnt sleep! Insomnia siaa! Heehehhe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been few months i could sleep early..&lt;br /&gt;unless i really am tired. Hm...what could i do man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept at 5am yesterday! Cause that's the time when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i felt sleepy. Waalaaaau..! Who would bother to stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ceiling and f**king wait for sleep!! warrghhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No i cant!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BETTER BE DEAD DEE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT IS SOO FCKING FRUSTRATING!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-5504196063699985093?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/5504196063699985093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/betterbedead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5504196063699985093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5504196063699985093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/betterbedead.html' title='BetterBeDead'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/TB0RduMuBKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/EUDtdM3cs7Y/s72-c/65269188_9d0e291c4c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-796654565824875975</id><published>2010-06-19T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T02:49:45.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIG!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484187589042672530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/TBu_jkZ-k5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/YVd1dOtX-cI/s320/36316_409310723420_753958420_4319522_1797359_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn! Couldn't missed this one! And shouldn't!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been kinda "long" siaaa...Hahahahhak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeeah! Maybe taking off from work or maybe, asking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for replacement on this 25th June!! Waaarghhhhhh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahhaahk!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn AGAIN!! 27th June have to make myself free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again off or either replacement..hahahahak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really really don't wanna miss this two days seey..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially 25th &amp;amp; 27th...huh? same right! hahahahahk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it would be great if i could turn up for the 25th june.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for 27th i just really wanna go cause of interest. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeeah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIE DIE DONT WNNA MISS IT!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAAAAAANMMM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-796654565824875975?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/796654565824875975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/gig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/796654565824875975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/796654565824875975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/gig.html' title='GIG!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/TBu_jkZ-k5I/AAAAAAAAAWM/YVd1dOtX-cI/s72-c/36316_409310723420_753958420_4319522_1797359_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-39902528893640855</id><published>2010-06-18T04:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T04:23:12.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give up!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do now. Im so busy.&lt;br /&gt;Friends around me, needs someone by them. I can't be&lt;br /&gt;there to all of them, cause i myself in need of someone&lt;br /&gt;too. Im also packed with work on weekdays so as weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird that i could advice my friends, but as&lt;br /&gt;for myself..it's kinda cranky. Well, it always happens&lt;br /&gt;that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im in need of only this one, another one came in&lt;br /&gt;need of me.Hm..but deep inside,  maybe i know who could&lt;br /&gt;really make me smile hard without pain. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's going on now.&lt;br /&gt;Dragging my lips to streatch a smile..&lt;br /&gt;Hm...whatever dee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-39902528893640855?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/39902528893640855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/39902528893640855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/39902528893640855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/give-up.html' title='Give up!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-525575718969030540</id><published>2010-06-14T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T03:07:27.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KillMe</title><content type='html'>IfOnlyADaggerCouldPierceDeepInMyHeartAndIShellSleepForever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-525575718969030540?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/525575718969030540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/killme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/525575718969030540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/525575718969030540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/06/killme.html' title='KillMe'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3873848716660286459</id><published>2010-05-27T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:25:44.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>Its always different now and then. But now, I had&lt;br /&gt;almost everyone around. I can go anywhere with accompany.&lt;br /&gt;Like hanging-out late night, meeting my friends anytime&lt;br /&gt;i want, going to work, going sis's home when I feel like&lt;br /&gt;it and also meeting him. All so occupied around me, but still..&lt;br /&gt;i felt so empty. I just need something or someone there, by&lt;br /&gt;my side. Feeling occupied not only externally but also internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could but maybe sometimes he doesn't know how or so....&lt;br /&gt;and i know someone who could but it's so impossible since then.&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, i kinda missed those times. I cant tell straight as in&lt;br /&gt;what i meant. But how i wish at least someone could really&lt;br /&gt;read my heart. Serious shyt, im not being emotional here..&lt;br /&gt;it's just the fact after all. If only i could be occupied....by..&lt;br /&gt;hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush Dee, Hush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-3873848716660286459?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3873848716660286459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/05/empty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3873848716660286459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3873848716660286459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/05/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1403625847212715288</id><published>2010-05-19T02:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T02:54:00.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472683038947235906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S_LgOnjBWEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ProNmFRr-N4/s320/215131908l.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, without intention..just hang-out after work&lt;br /&gt;since we ended early. All i wanted is to hang-out with&lt;br /&gt;a close great buddy but went to jamming. So came down&lt;br /&gt;damn damn late. Its okay then...before that i hang-out with&lt;br /&gt;my friend's friend. Didnt know them till we had long&lt;br /&gt;conversations. Its kinda weird cause i did so much talking too.&lt;br /&gt;And in fact, we talk about knowlegdes and generations of&lt;br /&gt;my scene...damn, so interesting that i didnt had a glance on&lt;br /&gt;my watch. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was very open. I had my point and so were&lt;br /&gt;they. Still we had also talk bout Love&amp;amp;Lust.&lt;br /&gt;I get really damn irritated when they say that i know&lt;br /&gt;nothing much, still a kid, lets cut the topic out.&lt;br /&gt;What's the prob, im so used to it. Infact, like i say,&lt;br /&gt;i've got my own point of whatever it is..just shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;Heehehe! They did shoot me. and yeaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did understand me at last. They say im going&lt;br /&gt;around bushes but again, i explain and explain and&lt;br /&gt;at last they smile and say yeah true, yeah correct, thats&lt;br /&gt;the fact. Heehehe! Damn..again...everyone has their own&lt;br /&gt;mindset. Its either they wanna fight for it or they&lt;br /&gt;wanna listen to others. Hehehe...useless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still again, finding a good time to hang-out again.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about all this things. My scene and all other craps.&lt;br /&gt;But im sorry for my friend cause she dun talk scene.&lt;br /&gt;Then she left, so i had a whole lot to ask and answer bout&lt;br /&gt;anything. Till my Great Friend came, i had to go... hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472683507124910338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S_Lgp3pRuQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/smoPNGmgLq4/s320/1_347417677l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472683908670355922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S_LhBPhK-dI/AAAAAAAAAV8/V9LSWKmLA2o/s320/gdfdgjfg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472684103183116466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S_LhMkIoKLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ieAF6e7iWcw/s320/1_497333345l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1403625847212715288?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1403625847212715288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/05/different-minds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1403625847212715288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1403625847212715288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/05/different-minds.html' title='Different Minds'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S_LgOnjBWEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ProNmFRr-N4/s72-c/215131908l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-2508406732510145655</id><published>2010-05-17T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:39:27.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471938886422795746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S_A7bPXgleI/AAAAAAAAAVk/q2H__B82RQY/s320/NoeMe2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but im still wondering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's always a moment or days that i'll feel so down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and low. The feeling of depression came without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anything else in mind that is bothering me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still im a semi-nocturnal. HAHA!! LAME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really hard for me. Great enough could still balance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up everything for the noon and could still joke around and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make noises too. Maybe i had some medical condition? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe! Choy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm..its really restless when that feeling came by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All i wanted is just to pour and thats where the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;satisfaction came by. But no such things like Suicidal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toughts okay. Thats Lamer than anything else..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my life. We all got a reason to live. Its all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just our choice to make it going or whatever crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in whatever crap ways right. Heehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, the sensation of pouring is so satisfying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although if you think it's still lame. It just the way i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;handle things. BUT sometimes, we cant always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;handle things emotionally or else we'll be dead meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should also be as tough as rocks to overcome thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or feeling and all craps and bullshits....etc.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe we could be so soft on the outside but inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;us, we just have to be tough. No one will be perfectly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good to us, if you get what i mean. Sometimes, in life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's also about challenges. Thats why, i say to myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never make my Kindness as a Weakness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wink* !!&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/5282663728072777196-2508406732510145655?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/2508406732510145655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/05/again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2508406732510145655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2508406732510145655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/05/again.html' title='Again?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S_A7bPXgleI/AAAAAAAAAVk/q2H__B82RQY/s72-c/NoeMe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-5078925314339679781</id><published>2010-05-16T04:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T04:30:43.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471596843091026274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S-8EVsqW4WI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Zo_FwxpRWeg/s320/lrve.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had wanted to post in alternate days but seriously&lt;br /&gt;im just too distracted by my lame Fish Game. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;But still, i loike that game.. Heehe...&lt;br /&gt;So yeah if i didnt online and feel like posting when i've got&lt;br /&gt;something to say but im lazy! so i'll just make a draft in&lt;br /&gt;my phone. Thats why the Boys in Blues says, "Lost your&lt;br /&gt;phone, lost your Privacy" Hahahahak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i had keep this topic bout relationships so lets start&lt;br /&gt;then. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true that every relationship is not perfect which there's&lt;br /&gt;always ups and downs. And seriously not every relationship&lt;br /&gt;starts a sweet one. Not at all...If you think it always goes great&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning, just think again. Before relationships starts,&lt;br /&gt;its always from friends first and it is still possible to start even as an&lt;br /&gt;enemies. Every sweet things could turn bitter and every bitter&lt;br /&gt;things could change sweet. Everything in r/s is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get really distracted by idiots who says this, " All guy/girl are the&lt;br /&gt;same argh! " Damn assholes. You don't fcking look at one and think&lt;br /&gt;it all. Stupid isn't it. Life is mostly bout individuals. Even if it's from&lt;br /&gt;your own phobias, still you cant say that all are the same. People has&lt;br /&gt;different views in life. You gonna call and innocent guy/girl a&lt;br /&gt;bitch/bustard when you don't even know him/her deep inside. Hm...&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think...? Hehehe...idiots ryte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah again, i really get hot when people prefers and judge the&lt;br /&gt;looks. Not once i was called a "Minah". Sedih pe! Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Like i say, people has its own thing and always the one that&lt;br /&gt;they trust and comfirtable with, then they will tell eveything&lt;br /&gt;out. No one is perfect on this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, it is just about trusting. If you had them, you'll&lt;br /&gt;get very comfirtable, you had you own space and there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;that you'll of. But to me, i will always be afraid of losing one.&lt;br /&gt;Hm...talking bout me, i think im nocturnal now. Really couldnt&lt;br /&gt;help it myself at night. I did one thing that can put me to bed,&lt;br /&gt;slow and sweet...hehhe...is by pouring out. I know it sounds lame.&lt;br /&gt;But thats me, its now like as if i pour a bloody one ryte. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is always a non-stop answer and question topic. I cant&lt;br /&gt;go on but there always alot more i wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;But, till here then!!&lt;br /&gt;Nyte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-5078925314339679781?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/5078925314339679781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/05/relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5078925314339679781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5078925314339679781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/05/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S-8EVsqW4WI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Zo_FwxpRWeg/s72-c/lrve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-4244082779823865559</id><published>2010-05-08T03:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T04:20:21.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468624702324240946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S-R1MVf2cjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/EbsaaS4aiiA/s320/bloom.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's always a point of time, whereby you had a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sudden feeling of down and thinking about your whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About whats happening all around your surroundings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wondering a flashing back about the past and thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about the present and also the future. Its not wrong thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it is just the time or moment to think seriously, in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflecting on yourself. Wondering about your wrongs and rights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in life. Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also about personal life like family, friendships and love life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About people who came and go, and also friends who came and stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loved once whose there always by yourside and sometimes who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant always be there. Its not wrong being alone and be left alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just mostly about yourself. About being strong by you own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;motivations. Why hope on others when it's your life after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't ask for others Hope but ask for other's Help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so glad my Great greatest friend had turn out to be strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;himself. Im so proud of him. He proves me now, eventough he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faces worst stress then i do. He will never give up easily. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i know, i will try my best to help him up. Thanks Hafizh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, talking bout life, i should stop here then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't wanna start making compos. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gd Nytes then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wet dreams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahak~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-4244082779823865559?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/4244082779823865559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/4244082779823865559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/4244082779823865559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S-R1MVf2cjI/AAAAAAAAAVM/EbsaaS4aiiA/s72-c/bloom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-9104120007912826591</id><published>2010-04-08T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:24:31.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heyrawr!!</title><content type='html'>Out out of mind!&lt;br /&gt;Last minute, feel like chilling today..so went swimming!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahak..I know its relexing and its my Stress Theraphy for now.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe..It does works somehow. Especially staying still in the Jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;Hm...my favourite. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up my girlfriend at Lot 1. Standard..i bought 2 carnigan at Cotton On.&lt;br /&gt;Its just too impossible to not buy something when im with her. Hahak..&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging out at the Foodcourt and have our dinner there. Damn,&lt;br /&gt;miss her so much. Hehehe. Felt relieve get to talk and laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;All shit nonscence that we always bring out were all vomitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that day will come again.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, im sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-9104120007912826591?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/9104120007912826591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/04/heyrawr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/9104120007912826591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/9104120007912826591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/04/heyrawr.html' title='Heyrawr!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3950509861436720921</id><published>2010-04-05T02:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T03:57:32.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Down!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, i did came down. Surprize huh..&lt;br /&gt;Seems you said goodbye, don't bother reading my entry.&lt;br /&gt;You cursed me too much and call me names for no reasons&lt;br /&gt;or wrong reasons. So yeah. Save your breath. Stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          ---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came for income. For reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna support myself. Be their extra hands to help them up.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy myself and experience cause this is different then others.&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, maybe also I think if we could still communicate.&lt;br /&gt;I went there, never wanna use my half top but i've no choice.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt wanted it but i have to. I have nothing else that's white so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;There i go, feeling uncomfirtable trying to close 'it' with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm...dinner? I didnt take a bite. No mood. No appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks. Sucks. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;First look on you was so cool, blood all rushing down and&lt;br /&gt;my hair all standing up. Funny and weird but true.&lt;br /&gt;I know why, cause its been long we've nt faced.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow happy and excited. But it all turn out sucks!&lt;br /&gt;Damn phone were Damn Dead at Wrong wrong timing.&lt;br /&gt;Hm...it's had happened. No choice. Say what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had planned to stay there. Just be by myself&lt;br /&gt;with the stars. There's no harm. No one will hurt so&lt;br /&gt;do i wont hurt anyone. No one was drunk indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did stay by the beach for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Then read my book till im sleepy then i went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Joe and Sha were very protective indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Joe prepared my single bed together with 2 pillow and a blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Sha, prepared the fan and light for my sleep and my bedtime storybook.&lt;br /&gt;Their so sweet after all..appreciate you guys. Thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, woke up...i mean afternoon at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahak! Didnt wanna bath yet, so i went in the Jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;Bubble bath time! Memories all Bomb In Head! But it ok..&lt;br /&gt;Went to bath, at Handicape. Again...bomb.&lt;br /&gt;After raining then i went off, just wondering when will&lt;br /&gt;i ever step into that place again. They did tought of&lt;br /&gt;assigning me as a full-time cashier, but..im speehless.&lt;br /&gt;Better not to step there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, charged hndphone..&lt;br /&gt;Saw your message so i read.&lt;br /&gt;I was shock. Didnt expected it to be that harsh.&lt;br /&gt;Was surprise that i poured so hard. So hurt&lt;br /&gt;and dissapointed i didnt wanna see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-3950509861436720921?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3950509861436720921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/04/yeah-i-did-came-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3950509861436720921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3950509861436720921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/04/yeah-i-did-came-down.html' title='Coming Down!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-5821367933806462122</id><published>2010-04-04T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:10:39.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin!</title><content type='html'>New Skin!&lt;br /&gt;Im tired now.&lt;br /&gt;Just too bored with the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe deleting soon or so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-5821367933806462122?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/5821367933806462122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5821367933806462122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5821367933806462122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-skin.html' title='New Skin!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-5473673379506132019</id><published>2010-03-23T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:44:14.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regretted</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand her.&lt;br /&gt;First she wanted it this way, now she put me on blame.&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't told her that it's her fault.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted following her way. I felt so stupid since last night.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to understand her but she herself never&lt;br /&gt;tries to understand us all. I don't know what else i could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im stuck now. It's too late. Life is no more future.&lt;br /&gt;But my sister did told me, it's never too late.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope i still get to achieve what i've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I was leftout when all the others had their wings fly up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so hopeless now. I want the best for myself.&lt;br /&gt;So i could help her out too and help them out and&lt;br /&gt;if possible help the others out.&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure what else i could do.&lt;br /&gt;But im just too tired and restless i couldn't get myself up.&lt;br /&gt;There's no motivations in life when i need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most i needed was just from her. Still she couldn't get&lt;br /&gt;it now. She wouldnt undersand us all `cause all she wanted&lt;br /&gt;is her own happiness that i should give.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to understand her, i just don't wanna hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i've been must more upset of being home.&lt;br /&gt;He seems to fall apart and i seem to go against him.&lt;br /&gt;I dare to fight for my own right now. If it takes it to&lt;br /&gt;be physically rough, i don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;I've enough of silence that i kept in myself for 18yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more i've should say.&lt;br /&gt;But i can't spare my mind on it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would just be better that i'll stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-5473673379506132019?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/5473673379506132019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/03/regretted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5473673379506132019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5473673379506132019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/03/regretted.html' title='Regretted'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-4186662786280144645</id><published>2010-02-08T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:07:16.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe awake now</title><content type='html'>This pass few days, without you.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow weird but im really ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me really think..&lt;br /&gt;and yeaah, i don't want you to read this.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to cause it's about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying...&lt;br /&gt;Days passes by, my mind kept thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about life. The past and the present.&lt;br /&gt;It kept moving even if im having anything on.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i am awake now.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel regret what had happen.&lt;br /&gt;Its sucks cause its too late, and i know&lt;br /&gt;it gonna hurt alot and be much more painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Goods and the Bads in life started flashing.&lt;br /&gt;I believe things happened for a reason..erm..&lt;br /&gt;"I believe Things happened for Reasons."&lt;br /&gt;i know im just too scared to be hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;thats why, all i wanted now is just happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its easy to say.&lt;br /&gt;But what i believe is.&lt;br /&gt;It would be easy if we choose to make it easy.&lt;br /&gt;and it would be hard,&lt;br /&gt;if we choose to go around the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, im rude..very.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be told if im taking a ride.&lt;br /&gt;I've to choose it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Im so sorry..i really am..&lt;br /&gt;I've to be selfish now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i deserve to be angry at,&lt;br /&gt;but with understndings.&lt;br /&gt;And this is one way to make things straight.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe much more clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew from the beginning, Life ain't easy.&lt;br /&gt;Even with mom or dad around.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else it gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;What i know is, i'll do my way now.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles. Laughters. Jokes.&lt;br /&gt;and No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Beb! , Hairah, for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Even if there's ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much Lurve for being by my side.&lt;br /&gt;For trying everything and for holding it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live life and Love life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-4186662786280144645?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/4186662786280144645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-awake-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/4186662786280144645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/4186662786280144645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-awake-now.html' title='Maybe awake now'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-2289230278811032120</id><published>2010-02-05T01:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:58:23.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Happening...?</title><content type='html'>I don't know why you fucking said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine then.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never find another, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;I've got no time cause im fucking lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don't understand do you.&lt;br /&gt;I still care but us being like this...hm...&lt;br /&gt;Never mind then..&lt;br /&gt;I've tried but im so sorry..&lt;br /&gt;What an ego we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gonna make myself busy, fucking busy.&lt;br /&gt;I gonna start work asap.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna distract everything in life.&lt;br /&gt;Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, who doesn't wanna be happy..&lt;br /&gt;i guess im too desprate for it..&lt;br /&gt;thats why im like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who likes thinking much.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, it hurts more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-2289230278811032120?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/2289230278811032120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/02/what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2289230278811032120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2289230278811032120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/02/what.html' title='What&apos;s Happening...?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1623052005913890835</id><published>2010-01-13T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:41:06.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>All im doing now is just thinking and wondering.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel right. Im just worry here.&lt;br /&gt;Its sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to pick up the phone and dial your number..&lt;br /&gt;but would you pick it up? hm...im don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like being alone just now and even now and if can,&lt;br /&gt;everytime that i felt down..but im so restless and worry..&lt;br /&gt;what else i could do right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing there?&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to hurt yourself, cause you already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always about us. Its damn damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;You've changed, i told you this.&lt;br /&gt;Changed to the best but it is just those questions and&lt;br /&gt;doubts of yours is hunting and hurting you.&lt;br /&gt;Then it affects me badly and it affects us terribly..&lt;br /&gt;Then everything fall apart, again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my doings now is not right. Im rude.&lt;br /&gt;I did this purposely. Im sorry. I can't be too carring right.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hear your voice every night. Happy voice..&lt;br /&gt;but since this happens..i don't want. Im lazy with all your questions,&lt;br /&gt;doubts, anger, sadness and anything that pulls us down..&lt;br /&gt;Its a mistake you did and i did that i believe we could learn from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your phone. that you borrowed me. I wrote down&lt;br /&gt;my feelings at the draft. When its time for me to return&lt;br /&gt;it back to you, look around and read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure and cherish every moments im with you.&lt;br /&gt;Especially our latest outing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Promo of Wild Wild Wet&lt;br /&gt;and Escape Theme Park. Its really a great day. I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;bother thinking about the night. I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;That day. i get to know you deeper. Its great! Plus damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaahahak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it WEIRD when entering the " Haunted House II"..&lt;br /&gt;where the Girl is at the front and the Guy is hiding at the back??&lt;br /&gt;Thats awesome! Hahahhahaahak!!&lt;br /&gt;The whole day was okay..i like when we're eating chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Its all damn cleaned up into our stomach. Hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also about me.&lt;br /&gt;Im too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause im scared..&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't live to live my past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1623052005913890835?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1623052005913890835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1623052005913890835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1623052005913890835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1766726312463676158</id><published>2010-01-12T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:02:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>Im worried.&lt;br /&gt;I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am wondering.&lt;br /&gt;Why..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're in need of someone.&lt;br /&gt;Really in need to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be by your side..but i guess..&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, i've tried but..&lt;br /&gt;Its ok..it cant always be me that should be by your side.&lt;br /&gt;I also can't always volunteer to be there even if im worry.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope you're fine out there,&lt;br /&gt;I know your mind is going wild but..&lt;br /&gt;i can't..&lt;br /&gt;i can't be there.......&lt;br /&gt;hate me please.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1766726312463676158?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1766726312463676158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/01/worried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1766726312463676158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1766726312463676158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/01/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3202964871831031403</id><published>2010-01-12T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:54:33.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad-bye</title><content type='html'>Maybe. it should happen this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it is just unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the main thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said 'it'....&lt;br /&gt;so as you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should all be returned.&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and ask me anything.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why, why and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;br /&gt;I still have the feeling of worry for you.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why i care...? Arghh...shut up Dee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-3202964871831031403?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3202964871831031403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3202964871831031403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3202964871831031403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-bye.html' title='Bad-bye'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3391397617672114253</id><published>2010-01-12T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:10:05.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S0yPoiPGhjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8NnF8uG1X-o/s1600-h/540ipv6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425869577622292018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S0yPoiPGhjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8NnF8uG1X-o/s320/540ipv6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im all lazy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy of everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its hopeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me go nut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is like.... " What the Fuck! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets SHUT MY ASS UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forget about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im lazy to tolerate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad i still have my patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets keep myself quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and..find my happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No body, NO BODY..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shell disturb me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go my own way now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm....shhhh.....&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/5282663728072777196-3391397617672114253?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/S0yPoiPGhjI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8NnF8uG1X-o/s72-c/540ipv6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1582621526305975596</id><published>2010-01-06T02:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:10:03.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Meaningful</title><content type='html'>I went around and round and surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;I've found something that really true &amp;amp; touches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you care to read it, read it with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;This goes to every Human Being with Feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends who are single,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is like a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;the more you chase it, the more it eludes you.&lt;br /&gt;but if you just let it fly,&lt;br /&gt;it will come to you when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;love can make you happy but often it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;but love is only special when you give it to someone&lt;br /&gt;who is really worth it.so take your time and choose the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends who are attached,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love isn’t about becoming somebody else’s perfect person.&lt;br /&gt;its about finding someone who helps you become the&lt;br /&gt;best person you can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends who are just taking others for a ride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never say "I love you" if you don’t care.&lt;br /&gt;never talk about feelings if they aren’t there.never touch a life&lt;br /&gt;if you mean to break a heart.never look in the eye when&lt;br /&gt;all you do is lie.the cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl:&lt;br /&gt;is to let her fall in love;when he doesn't intend to catch her&lt;br /&gt;falland it works both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends who are engaged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the true measure of compatibility is not the years&lt;br /&gt;spent together;but how good you are for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends who are married,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is not about "its your fault", but "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;not "where are you", but "I’m right here"&lt;br /&gt;not "how could you", but "I understand"&lt;br /&gt;not "I wish you were", but "im thankful you are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends who are heartbroken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartbreaks last as long as you want;and cut as deep as&lt;br /&gt;you allow them to go.the challenge is not how to survive&lt;br /&gt;a heartbreaks,but to learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends who are naïve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to be in love: be consistent but not too persistent.&lt;br /&gt;share and never be unfair.understand and try not to demand.&lt;br /&gt;and get hurt but never keep the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends who are possessive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy&lt;br /&gt;with someone else.but its more painful to know that&lt;br /&gt;the one you love;is unhappy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends who are afraid to confess,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love hurts when you break up with someone.it hurts even&lt;br /&gt;more when someone breaks up with you.but love hurts&lt;br /&gt;the most: when the person you lovehas no idea&lt;br /&gt;about how you feel about him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To all my friends who are still holding on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sad thing about life is when you meet someone and&lt;br /&gt;fall in love,only to find out in the end it was never&lt;br /&gt;meant to be;and that you have wasted years on someone&lt;br /&gt;who wasn’t worth it.if that person doesn’t worth it now,&lt;br /&gt;its not going to be worth it in a year or 10 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To all my friends who are who you are,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this post is not meant to offend anybody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry if its hurt you in any way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its just a post for all to share.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1582621526305975596?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1582621526305975596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/01/really-meaningful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1582621526305975596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1582621526305975596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2010/01/really-meaningful.html' title='Really Meaningful'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3280658591206819555</id><published>2009-12-28T23:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:47:05.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Black World Shakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzjXi4vzTcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y24q2Sd9YMg/s1600-h/dyaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420319145888796098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzjXi4vzTcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y24q2Sd9YMg/s320/dyaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My world deep inside me is shaking. Everything seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to fall apart. How much longer can i carry this load&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my head. Im too weak or the pressure is just too strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else will appear in my life to destroy me. How&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hard for me to control just by being myself. I didn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know i was so lost. So lost in the world of ' i don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who am i '.. Im too weak..How can i get myself back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im afraid of little fights. Not with my enemy but with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my love once. Its too hurt to see myself losing my temper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and saying mean things. Being so rude and totally not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me. No patience, nothing and all there is..just to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blow evrything out,to make myself satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood swings. Its not suppose to be in my list. Is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something wrong with me or im just over reacting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm..i dun think so..i've tried making myself calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, i'll get more restless and uncomfirtable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew i need space for myself..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i knew i need my bestfriend beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every gig i went to, i was smiling all the way. Really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoying and missing me being me with the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanna thank you guys for making me smile, at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for you fiz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks so much fr trying your best to be by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420316073976835698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzjUwE-6rnI/AAAAAAAAAUs/n-xUswk8UB8/s400/yishunIn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420314651213371618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzjTdQxrGOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/DzzC32fyj4U/s320/1_301350588l.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzjSKmbMgVI/AAAAAAAAAUc/V2sOdcT7xxg/s1600-h/pkg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420313231095529810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzjSKmbMgVI/AAAAAAAAAUc/V2sOdcT7xxg/s320/pkg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420321012265105778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzjZPhiluXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/6Sj-mDDzWnM/s200/fizey.jpg" /&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/5282663728072777196-3280658591206819555?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3280658591206819555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-black-world-shakes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3280658591206819555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3280658591206819555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-black-world-shakes.html' title='My Black World Shakes'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzjXi4vzTcI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y24q2Sd9YMg/s72-c/dyaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-6356715702116333523</id><published>2009-12-27T23:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:34:24.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something is wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419954866628984482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzeMPCwR_qI/AAAAAAAAAUM/A75btZFrD7o/s400/hell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't feel right. Something is bothering me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deep inside. I feel so restless. I wanna get out of home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but where to go? No where could calm me down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna be alone. But don't misunderstand, not alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and away from you but just for myself to take my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time alone and calm myself now. Maybe reflect myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self reflection is Self perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What about Escape Theme Park? I could scream my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lungs out on those rides. Especially Viking, me sitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the top end. Thrilling! Hm..At least something rather &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than nothing right. What else can i do? I can't just suck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;polluted air which is the ciggies and dying because of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it. Funny isn't it. Farking life i had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate home. I've always hated it. The only thing makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me smile, is the Tv, my lappy,my bed, i smelly pillow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shh..Hahahhak! wtf! And yeaah, sometimes my Lil bro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and always my Lil Niece &amp;amp; Nephew. But still sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i could sleep the whole night peacefully alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish for that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all just nothing. Lame shits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishes isn't Reality. What else is left?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope..? Fuck it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-6356715702116333523?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/6356715702116333523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-is-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6356715702116333523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6356715702116333523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/something-is-wrong.html' title='something is wrong'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzeMPCwR_qI/AAAAAAAAAUM/A75btZFrD7o/s72-c/hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-4177308633615287412</id><published>2009-12-24T02:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:51:36.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate It</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419959438556604706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzeQZKgxKSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ESNOGt_LexQ/s400/SONGS-girl-arms-sad-depressed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As days passes by. My feelings and emotions kept&lt;br /&gt;changing. I felt that my temper is going quite high.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions of mine couldn't be control. Im so sensitive now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate quarrelling.&lt;br /&gt;I hate loud voices.&lt;br /&gt;I hate anger.&lt;br /&gt;I hate tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most i hated is Tolerating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't take it like how i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all sucks. &lt;/p&gt;Im sorry if i blast off so sudden. I 'll say or even shout&lt;br /&gt;and scream things i didn't really mean to hurt. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;im just following too much of my feelings. But after all,&lt;br /&gt;we're all human being. Emotions are much more stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It control us all instead we control 'them'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actualy we can. All we need is to calm ourself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why..&lt;br /&gt;" The most patience person are the strongest person "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When could i find my patience back. What can&lt;br /&gt;I do to distract myself from mood swings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-4177308633615287412?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/4177308633615287412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/4177308633615287412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/4177308633615287412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-hate-it.html' title='I hate It'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SzeQZKgxKSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ESNOGt_LexQ/s72-c/SONGS-girl-arms-sad-depressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-2992578554473468939</id><published>2009-12-20T01:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:02:19.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sorry too</title><content type='html'>The whole day today, i spent my time with my family, cousins,&lt;br /&gt;unties and uncles. I couldn't text you cause my batt were flat.&lt;br /&gt;I also didnt bother to text you. But one thing, i also felt&lt;br /&gt;very awkward not getting your messages. I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;but im used to getting them no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i wanted to text you but i felt i better not.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when i don't bother to text you, i'll go wonder&lt;br /&gt;how are you doing? where you're at? with who? and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i don't feel like caring but i cant&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll be worry for you wherever you are...hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already read your blog. What you said, everything was&lt;br /&gt;almost right. I didn't know and didn't expect that things&lt;br /&gt;between us will happen this way. I tought that we'll be&lt;br /&gt;going on smoothly. It's not only because of you but it's&lt;br /&gt;also my fault. I was too afraid i'll hurt you like the others&lt;br /&gt;does,thats why i kept giving you face and not think about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i've told you to leave how many times.You know&lt;br /&gt;i don't dare to, because i know i will hurt you deep again.&lt;br /&gt;So i've no choice, it sucks seeing you cry so hard infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;Making me feels the pressure and carry the loads of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're facing in your love life but i believe, you'll&lt;br /&gt;find your true one,one day. There's also something i don't like what&lt;br /&gt;you did. Why you like to reveal my name so much on your&lt;br /&gt;blog. You might not know what other readers will say about me&lt;br /&gt;right. Haix....Its not that i don't appretiate it, but you'll know&lt;br /&gt;others might not know our real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafizh..whatever it is. I don't wanna lose you even as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I've always say, lets take things slowly but this had happen.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be forced already. I also wanna tell you that, you're&lt;br /&gt;a great friend to be with. My laughters with you..well..you&lt;br /&gt;know right. So please, don't be too sad and kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;about you love life. It gonna hurt you much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up from your feet and stop being sensitive. I believe&lt;br /&gt;you are much more stronger than who i've always seen infront&lt;br /&gt;of my eyes every Weekends. I wanna see you smile and&lt;br /&gt;i still wanna see us laught together again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imy friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i've hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-2992578554473468939?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/2992578554473468939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/whole-day-today-i-spent-my-time-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2992578554473468939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2992578554473468939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/whole-day-today-i-spent-my-time-with-my.html' title='Im sorry too'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1468315865039818501</id><published>2009-12-16T00:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:23:02.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Lurve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415508499146198050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SyfASZG3zCI/AAAAAAAAATU/RzX_45yEzrU/s400/sista.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey babe...no worries. Im feeling quite ok now. Im not thinking&lt;br /&gt;way too much like few days ago. I just hope that we'll be able to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spend most of our time together again, like how we used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be able to be like how i've always been with you or without u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ermm........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Irwan.....don't worry aite! She'll be a goodgirl when she's with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hairah, what u said is right. I can't wait smiling and really feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the joy in heart without any sadness or worries. School is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have to worry about it anymore. Life is growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes i can see, but as it grows, it gets harder. Working life is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really starting soon. I've to support myself but not only that but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mum too. I don't know why, but i felt like its still too early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm..thanks love, for being there by my side. I just don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanna disturb your happiness too and make things diff for u. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, we've to handle things ourself in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause its our own problem for us to solve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being able to see how strong or stronger can we be. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, no worries babe. Im going to see us smiling and laughting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;together again, sooner. Just hope that there's no any other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;distractions in life. I just need your smile to motivate me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you too dear!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hairah's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SyfBYYtzjXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2DDz84z-3j8/s1600-h/SDC1359001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SyfElA-jzEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lPVcftlBPTU/s1600-h/1_230369297l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415513217132907586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SyfElA-jzEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/lPVcftlBPTU/s400/1_230369297l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SyfEk7bT01I/AAAAAAAAAT8/yukUovHI1lE/s1600-h/SDC1359001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415513215642882898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SyfEk7bT01I/AAAAAAAAAT8/yukUovHI1lE/s400/SDC1359001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey girl,see this pic above? im very sure u want to be that&lt;br /&gt;happy like u are in the pic.i miss u soo much.i know that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we wished you'll be like the old you, diana.the one whose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always having fun with no worries.things totally change now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are way diff.i wish, im an angel( -_-" ) to grant u ure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happiness.i know we seem to rarely contact now.im just blank&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in mind.i thank you for being glad towards me.being glad that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someone who can really take good care of me.but you too have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to keep this in mind, i too need my bestfriendto always be there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for support. like how i too always support you.I understand you've&lt;br /&gt;been busy with work, school life and maybe him or another him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought i gave u ure own space, instead, toooo much space.that&lt;br /&gt;we did not even contact. =( even though im not with you, but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do know iyll always be there for you,right?U do know im sooo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not good at helping people with probs.but i am a listening ear right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How i wish i can erase all your problems away.i know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too much wishes. -_- how u always told me to be patient in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;handling problems? and how u always told me to pray hard?yeahh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vice-versa.vice-versa.vice-versa aite grl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its okay, im always here for you love.=)&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/5282663728072777196-1468315865039818501?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1468315865039818501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-babe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1468315865039818501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1468315865039818501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-babe.html' title='Thanks Lurve'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SyfASZG3zCI/AAAAAAAAATU/RzX_45yEzrU/s72-c/sista.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1258112247551505749</id><published>2009-12-10T01:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:18:54.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413624910183640130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SyEPLFazrEI/AAAAAAAAATM/JZdUuTl6aoM/s400/hopelesss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is just hopeless. I can't see any point. Im here maybe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to help some love once out, then im done. Isn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it suppose to be my happiness too? What's my thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know. Everything is rushing in head aimlessly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it so much. I wanna be free. I wanna feel free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free from all those sadness and miserable things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had enough. Im too dry to get wet again. But whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is, i will still get wet. There's always a night that i'll soak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my pillow. What is it about now in life..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving myself space. Giving myself happiness. Whatever shyt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is, i won't give a damn. How am i gonna get happiness..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it comes from deep in me, thinking of who i really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im smiling, yes i may seem happy. Once the moon rises, the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pressure would rises too. Everything is a shyt. Which devil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i had turned into. I see no point being good to humans too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there's no such thing as reality, i would be the most happiest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and free girl of all. I'll go fly around the world, doing what i've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always been wanted,with hairah. Smiling &amp;amp; laughing aways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without any sadness or pressure that would strikes and spoils me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How is it gonna be now..? I just hope i could hold myself longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets take thing real real slowly. When school ends, 1 shit pressure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is out. When work end, 2 shit pressure is out. But when my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;relationship ends, maybe pressure comes in more then 2times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love...or without love..my pressure will always stucks deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in head, that i feels like breaking it up and burn them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why, im lazy to fall in love but i know i appreciate from him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've to be strong and keep going on. This is the downs in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let tolerate and find the ups. I don't wanna lose myself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1258112247551505749?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1258112247551505749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1258112247551505749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1258112247551505749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SyEPLFazrEI/AAAAAAAAATM/JZdUuTl6aoM/s72-c/hopelesss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-6189480232918298240</id><published>2009-12-03T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:32:56.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411048355652048082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sxfnz30aFNI/AAAAAAAAATE/BfxXYEeaIew/s400/gfgfg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but i felt so down. I just wanna be left alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are you working so hard to be there for me. Its not that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't appreciate it but i just don't expect that much from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your care and concern is enough to make me smile. Your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can also make me smile but how much harder you wanna work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;youself. You're just hurting youself more. I don't want and i don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like you to try your best. Just be the way and take things easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There may be alot out there, but im the one that sees with my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyes close, but my heart open. It takes time, how long i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't know myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't feel like it now, cause im lazy. Im too busy with shyts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around me. I wanna get myself settle and relex. Enjoy myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe to the fullest. I just see no point in life. I hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did things has to be this way..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...never mind dee, its ok. Just take your time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything will be ok soon after you're not busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gonna take my time for myself but im afraid you won't understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may be hard for you but it is harder for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't know how to say things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorryy...&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/5282663728072777196-6189480232918298240?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/6189480232918298240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6189480232918298240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6189480232918298240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-down.html' title='So Down'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sxfnz30aFNI/AAAAAAAAATE/BfxXYEeaIew/s72-c/gfgfg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-664582545067963501</id><published>2009-11-25T23:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:26:05.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anny &amp;  Johnny</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408075840424447122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sw1YUtrfDJI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2_gds7l3GPU/s400/Waiting____by_SadGirl311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a story that i wanna share and its about Anny&amp;amp;Jonny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has not end yet and just hope it won't end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day, they accidently pass by each other at a beautiful garden.&lt;br /&gt;A warm smile were given when they face each other. Both were drawn&lt;br /&gt;to each other's smile, they decide being friends and start conversations.&lt;br /&gt;Stories of each other's life were shared together. Both were happy sharing&lt;br /&gt;and telling stories, so they spend most of their time together&lt;br /&gt;again and again and again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's ups and downs in Anny's life. Her school, her family, her&lt;br /&gt;work and also her relationships. She sucks at handle most of them. All&lt;br /&gt;she can do, is to cry over it and keep wondering and keep thinking and&lt;br /&gt;hurting herself more. She is an asshole. Johnny makes her happy&lt;br /&gt;most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till one day, she realise she's not happy with who she&lt;br /&gt;had become. Not strong like who she used to be. Losing her patience&lt;br /&gt;and softness over small things. Taking in too much that what she had stop&lt;br /&gt;taking in. Bloating up and getting mood swings most of the time even&lt;br /&gt;when Johnny is by her side. It's not Johnny's fault but she had choose&lt;br /&gt;it this way somehow. She realise it so much that she has to be alone to&lt;br /&gt;find her trueself back. She's not comfirtable being her this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All she hope is that, Johnny will understand her situations. She actually&lt;br /&gt;didnt meant it of leaving her all alone. Johnny, do u know that she cried&lt;br /&gt;all nite after saying that. She really has no heart to say that but she really&lt;br /&gt;has no choice. All she want, is Johnny to take very good care of himself&lt;br /&gt;and smile when she's away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..this is what Anny said to me too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'll always be by his side to see him smile &amp;amp; cry even if it comes&lt;br /&gt;to the worst. Im so sorry Johnny dear...please Smile for me.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-664582545067963501?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/664582545067963501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/11/anny-lurve-johnny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/664582545067963501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/664582545067963501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/11/anny-lurve-johnny.html' title='Anny &amp;  Johnny'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sw1YUtrfDJI/AAAAAAAAAS8/2_gds7l3GPU/s72-c/Waiting____by_SadGirl311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1368528559864242381</id><published>2009-11-20T22:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:37:55.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406190291076260178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SwalbS_EIVI/AAAAAAAAASU/1wIyiRJ1Zt8/s400/weee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long have we not been contacting each other?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long have i not heard your voice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long had we never meet and had a proper conversation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess its nearly a month. Things are different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its actually sad not to hear from you and not approaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you for long due to some shyts. Life is different now. It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like we're doing our own things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you dear? Do you know how much i misses you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so sorry if i've been too busy with work, school, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very difficult for me now. I've seen what i need to do in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life to make things better. Things at home are getting worst too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still need you by my side and talk and to motivate. I miss alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from you n so are you. Where's our laughters gone? Im wondering &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how are you doing and im so sorry i cant be there by your side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you're not okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime i tried calling you, it seems like i can't get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im glad there's someone there for you and loves you from his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heart. Being able to really takes good care of you. Make you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and seeing you loving him too. Im happy seeing you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate listening to your voice and having us to tears cause of misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope we'll meet again soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to jump onto you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUG you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KISS you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS YOU SO MUCH HAIRAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406191303294001586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SwamWNylIbI/AAAAAAAAASs/Bbo5K1HHbA0/s400/bubble.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406190965245418322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SwamCidhG1I/AAAAAAAAASk/NkC4AF9ppg4/s400/usttt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406190749515835330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Swal1-zk58I/AAAAAAAAASc/ECFh-Mla5gs/s400/crazee!!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1368528559864242381?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1368528559864242381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/11/bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1368528559864242381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1368528559864242381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/11/bestfriend.html' title='Bestfriend'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SwalbS_EIVI/AAAAAAAAASU/1wIyiRJ1Zt8/s72-c/weee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-7266294262767507518</id><published>2009-11-05T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:28:13.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400670972500456210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SvMJorCnMxI/AAAAAAAAASM/1mqIrCjhT1g/s400/clueless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to be truth to myself. Im making myself confuse. Let me&lt;br /&gt;try to be straight to myself and try speaking things out. I don't&lt;br /&gt;know whats wrong with me again. It sucks when i kept saying&lt;br /&gt;i don't know and really meaning it that i really don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate how things are going now. Works and schools are simply&lt;br /&gt;sucks! I know im pushing myself each day. Having the feeling of&lt;br /&gt;exhaustion is fucking annoying and irritating. My back and my legs&lt;br /&gt;are fucking hurting me more. Even after i get a long rest for myself,&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts like shyt! I do wish to sleep longer and i really do need&lt;br /&gt;a long rest..but sometimes my dreams are all affecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, i seem to force myself to be awake from my sleep and&lt;br /&gt;draging myself to face my world of tormented reality. Argghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, life still do have to go on. I just need to know&lt;br /&gt;how to control my own life. Control on what i want and what i need.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i gonna stop working for the mean time while im having my&lt;br /&gt;school attachments. It seems like i couldn't handle 2 jobs at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Or i'll only take those Saturdays and rest on sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to concerntrate on my school. Haixx...damn irritaing!&lt;br /&gt;and again about myself that i hated...since after i start working, i&lt;br /&gt;seem to start drinking again. Which im already heavy with that&lt;br /&gt;damn ciggies. And also getting high while working. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Shyt ah Dee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to find myself back..i really need to. Maybe i know how,&lt;br /&gt;but that's if i dare and if im strong enough. It's also for my own&lt;br /&gt;good but im just too soft hearted. How am i gonna be firm in my&lt;br /&gt;own life. The only way is..i just need to be alone. To be left all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Think about myself. Lock myself in my room to get a PROPER&lt;br /&gt;LONG LONG rest. This is also not a fucking emotional way eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-7266294262767507518?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/7266294262767507518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7266294262767507518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7266294262767507518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/11/finding-myself.html' title='Finding myself'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SvMJorCnMxI/AAAAAAAAASM/1mqIrCjhT1g/s72-c/clueless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-7706923067743342036</id><published>2009-10-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T00:00:30.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395454341766638834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SuCBIzLW7PI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZmW8Yjwv5-k/s400/notmyself.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has all turned different now. I don't feel im being myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, being in a different surrounding when it's not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suppose to be where i am, when i hated it so much. I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;step my feets to clubs. I don't dance on their songs. It seem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like im doing it now. Not because i want, cause i have to. Cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im working at that kind of atmosphere. Speechless huhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im somesort happy geting to work and earn for myself. Its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just one thing, Feeling awkward! I hate the night i don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why but im somehow enjoying while hating it at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its kinda sucks being at a place you hated so much. Lucky this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is outdoor. I could also do wonders while working when the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cames. Wondering why the hell im here for, with this music...?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't deny but working there was fun. Really fun. It damn weird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when suddenly i don't feel im myself. Am i really doing what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im doing? Heehehe! WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its ok, cause im glad enough that dear Fiz is around. At least i don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really feel left out. All the other stuff are the "Night Life" people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but im not man! Im more for the Gigs. Drums and Guitar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moshpits but not Dancefloor. Hehehhe! WTH Diana!&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/5282663728072777196-7706923067743342036?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/7706923067743342036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7706923067743342036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7706923067743342036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-myself.html' title='Not Myself'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SuCBIzLW7PI/AAAAAAAAASE/ZmW8Yjwv5-k/s72-c/notmyself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-7745310986146976758</id><published>2009-10-09T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:04:44.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390638457253774306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Ss9lHbUrw-I/AAAAAAAAARs/5otYhTmgU50/s400/deeeehh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passes by so fast. Choices had not been made.&lt;br /&gt;Things seems to drag for so long &amp;amp; now it's time to make&lt;br /&gt;things right in life. It was me, that kept draging this situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me myself being so stubborn saying that im strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;1 year plus had pass but im still able to tolerate things&lt;br /&gt;and be patience. As for now, i don't think i could hold any&lt;br /&gt;more longer. Nothing seems to happen in life about me with you.&lt;br /&gt;You've not tried your best too and you don't seems to bother.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried finding ways for things to be better but nothing&lt;br /&gt;seems to work. Its just awkward. It kept we wonder too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairah and lil bro knows what's happening. They had gave me lots&lt;br /&gt;of advices. Same goes with Fiz. What they say is true after all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390645977268333026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Ss9r9Jj3qeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/QfbyBZTY39A/s400/fizdee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for Fiz, he's just some one i find special too. He brings all sense out from me. Maybe he is something. He makes me think of myself about my life and future. We think really far. We communicate so much and its all useful. Questions are all running in mind. Answers are all told out. There's nothing much left to hide fron Fiz. I did share with him alot more. I felt really comfirtable being able to cry by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's just about me now.&lt;br /&gt;Im just not strong to fly away. I think for you more then i think&lt;br /&gt;for myself. Why am i so afraid to make my own choice. Everyday&lt;br /&gt;seem like a "Wall Day" fo us. Your words could bury me deep in&lt;br /&gt;the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rather die then suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fly away Dee - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-7745310986146976758?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/7745310986146976758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/10/days-passes-by-so-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7745310986146976758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7745310986146976758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/10/days-passes-by-so-fast.html' title='Fly Away'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Ss9lHbUrw-I/AAAAAAAAARs/5otYhTmgU50/s72-c/deeeehh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-2902912203574596906</id><published>2009-09-30T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:44:20.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raye Celebratiooon</title><content type='html'>Lets talk about this Common Topic, which is Raye Celeb. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387279347358251906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SsN2Bf0WO4I/AAAAAAAAARE/446OAlgeDtw/s400/adeke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*First Day*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasnt feeling excited at all, i don't know why. Damn lazy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know! Hehehe! I just wear what mum told me to. I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even feeling like grooming myself properly, i mean in malay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantek2 ah. Hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kinda busy with my lappy. I was still online even after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grooming. The top picture there, im with my LIL BRO EH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT BIG BRO.Hehehe! Sempat kite web-cammy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then normal things happen, like forgiveness to the Elderly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EH! HAHA! I mean...you know what i mean k. Heeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First House!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my granny at my dad's side at Ang Mo Kio. Nothing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much happen..Granny cook, we eat..then im sleepy. I slept at&lt;br /&gt;the sofa. HAHAHAHA.!! Haaiyooo DIANA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee! Then their relatives came, we proceed to my another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;granny's house at Chua Chu Kang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second House!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather damn hot man! I went there by motorbike with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my Big brother cause my Lil brother's hand were hurt. Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with that "Baju Kurong" ride the bike?? Waaah, i really cannot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take it. Rimas! Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When reached, all i want is to REST! Dying to search for the fan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But too much people, its ok then. I understand. Then all of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch "Gegebo" together. A Malay Ghost Prank movie. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funneey! You guys must watch! Heehe! After all that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standard AH!!! CAM-WHORING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 519px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387298850424333154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SsOHwuZpo2I/AAAAAAAAARc/TJcBU8baWk8/s400/cussi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387293362208483922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SsOCxRNBqlI/AAAAAAAAARM/uW8wzVeBDHU/s400/BigFam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Second Day*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" I WAS DEAD ON MY BED!! "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-2902912203574596906?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/2902912203574596906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/09/raye-celebratiooon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2902912203574596906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2902912203574596906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/09/raye-celebratiooon.html' title='Raye Celebratiooon'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SsN2Bf0WO4I/AAAAAAAAARE/446OAlgeDtw/s72-c/adeke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-8807917678240487038</id><published>2009-09-13T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:39:59.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories of Days!</title><content type='html'>Alot of things &amp;amp; events had happened for the last&lt;br /&gt;few weeks. I really had no time or maybe im a lil bit&lt;br /&gt;lazy to post about all the events. Hahahhaa! Feeling&lt;br /&gt;so free now, i'll try to make things Short&amp;amp;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iftar @ A.I and Faizah's *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big gathering with all grown up cousins are great! Its not &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;always that we get to have a laugh and have a say with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one and other. Now its the time for us to be INSANE!&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At A.I residence, i really blow my damn stomach! Cause they&lt;br /&gt;had prepare STEAMBOAT SIA!! Whhhuhu!! Now NO NEED to&lt;br /&gt;go to Soul Garden, homemade 100%better, Freeflow lagi. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;We all so kecoh man! heehhe! After diggin in all food, some went&lt;br /&gt;for the HOMEMADE JAMMING SIOL..! hahha! PS3? I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Heeeehe!&lt;br /&gt;And the Geret Part is, STANDARD! CAM-WHORING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380630582558284242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SqvXAcz9WdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TBv8rWOGEEs/s400/yannamkan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SqvShFl57zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3hJOXeYUq9I/s1600-h/a.i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380625645702868786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SqvShFl57zI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3hJOXeYUq9I/s400/a.i.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SqvSQSsNnRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DtbjBmIBPmQ/s1600-h/a.i.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380625166784891458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SqvSFNe9ikI/AAAAAAAAAP8/htJcOko9piM/s400/cuain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Faizah's residence. Food was Ullaaala! Heehe!&lt;br /&gt;Before the guy could grap some food, me &amp;amp; my&lt;br /&gt;cousin, Azie, we kinda "finished up" the Hotdog Bread.&lt;br /&gt;GodDamnNice Siiiaaa! Haaahhaa! Then we slack and&lt;br /&gt;take photos. Sing songs, dancing and again... CAM-WHORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380631654704401250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SqvX-23gy2I/AAAAAAAAAQc/0Wq6KNDDc1g/s400/izahs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380633422767144674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SqvZlxahPuI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZiMic_Wxb8I/s400/yanah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;* S'pore Flyer With Beloved Bestie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a random decision. We have also planned aboutthis but sweet enough, he's the one that suggested of going&lt;br /&gt;there that he had bring me along with him. Somemore, the&lt;br /&gt;tix was quite affortable. I tought i wouldn't be able to&lt;br /&gt;ride that thing. Hahahak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after our BreakFast, we meet up straight then right away&lt;br /&gt;go to that place. Im quiet nervous, cause i hate HEIGHTS! hahhaaha!&lt;br /&gt;I was somehow begging him sia. After reaching that place,&lt;br /&gt;TOILET COMES FIRST! heeehe! idk why lah eh. It gonna be a&lt;br /&gt;30mins ride, that's what i was told. We bought the tix then&lt;br /&gt;proceed to the queue. It wasn't a long queue at all. The irritating&lt;br /&gt;part was getting onto the capsule while it is moving. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid thing was, I didnt bring my cammy. SHYT!&lt;br /&gt;BUT lucky i had my Useless But Something phone with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, we get to spend time together. Our laughters are great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, Thank You So Much Dear legong!!! Heeeehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380648088950236146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sqvm7dNDY_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/xBQpbMaf0Nc/s400/FariDee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380641682472162610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SqvhGjNp1TI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/0XB1tYusYK8/s400/Spoly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sqvg0rJJuBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YL_yppPqeXE/s1600-h/sjdkhjs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 524px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380641375363119122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sqvg0rJJuBI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YL_yppPqeXE/s400/sjdkhjs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-8807917678240487038?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/8807917678240487038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/09/stories-of-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/8807917678240487038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/8807917678240487038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/09/stories-of-days.html' title='Stories of Days!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SqvXAcz9WdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/TBv8rWOGEEs/s72-c/yannamkan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-9165786072264161935</id><published>2009-08-26T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:25:13.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distress!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374292939976696514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SpVS9GYzYsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zrlMOZ8cbXo/s400/1_138903209l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weights is all pressing on my mind. Im still feeling&lt;br /&gt;so pressurize even tough all my school's projects had finished.&lt;br /&gt;I tought i'll be more calm after all this things is done, but it&lt;br /&gt;seems to be worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with this life of mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad had damned me. Now some conflicts at home.&lt;br /&gt;I tought they'll understand me cause i just want my own time&lt;br /&gt;to be alone late night, but things seem to be worst again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fight back with them cause i've had enough rebelling&lt;br /&gt;and defiance towards them. I see no point cause after all,&lt;br /&gt;i'll still love them &amp;amp; somemore, its the Month of so called "SAINT".&lt;br /&gt;I've no heart to even raise my voice towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be smiling and be more happier when friends are&lt;br /&gt;around me. I did enjoy my time with them, having a laugh and&lt;br /&gt;having a say. But its damn sucks when im all alone. My mind tends&lt;br /&gt;to think and wonder too much, way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay home. Perhaps, I dont't wanna be at home,&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna be in my room. I'll feel so restless&lt;br /&gt;and agitated to get out. I need fresh air! hm..&lt;br /&gt;What could I do to distract myself from all this shyts in my&lt;br /&gt;mind. Smoking is one Great Way but somehow, i know some&lt;br /&gt;people say it lame, or whatever shyt!! Be in my shoe and you'll&lt;br /&gt;sure understand more!! Im so frustrated with life. Can't wait&lt;br /&gt;for all this shyts to over, but when??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im better of be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-imy. f-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-9165786072264161935?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/9165786072264161935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/distress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/9165786072264161935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/9165786072264161935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/distress.html' title='Distress!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SpVS9GYzYsI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zrlMOZ8cbXo/s72-c/1_138903209l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-2386437874148198200</id><published>2009-08-14T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:00:47.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead diana'/><title type='text'>ARGH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sob3opidNvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Fi-TMSMvqFU/s1600-h/SONGS-girl-arms-sad-depressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370251883403097842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sob3opidNvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Fi-TMSMvqFU/s400/SONGS-girl-arms-sad-depressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOMEBODY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYBODY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE KILL ME!! KILL ME NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THE WAY THINGS ARE GOING NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING PIECE OF SHYT!! DAMN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO SO WANNA DIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOO BORED! TOO BUSY! TOO RESTLESS! TOO FUCKED UP!&lt;br /&gt;TOO FRUSTRATED! TOO STRESS! TOO PRESURIZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......haixx.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this could just be the ways it use to be,&lt;br /&gt;i still wanna laugh and smile around with&lt;br /&gt;people i love and with people i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMY. f&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-2386437874148198200?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/2386437874148198200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2386437874148198200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2386437874148198200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html' title='ARGH!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sob3opidNvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Fi-TMSMvqFU/s72-c/SONGS-girl-arms-sad-depressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1496820651366927322</id><published>2009-08-09T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:19:04.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Gig</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367874045920498370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sn6FASohUsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2E20WJQI9Vk/s400/bORED.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's alot of things i wanted to talk about, but i don't&lt;br /&gt;know what is it. Seem like im keeping my own toughts.&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling so lifeless now. I don't know what the hell im&lt;br /&gt;doing again. Simply im staring at this laptop, and wanting&lt;br /&gt;to to do my Psychiatric Project but nothing seem to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i had a fun time with the Bps again. Reached&lt;br /&gt;home late, cause i took the last train. Suppose to stay at&lt;br /&gt;gig and slack but the gig were so dead. Hahaha..Then it's&lt;br /&gt;better we make a move from there. From bugis we walked&lt;br /&gt;all the way to Orchard. Damn tired all because of this empty&lt;br /&gt;stomach. Hehehe.....Went to 7-11 for while and bought some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, then bye2 to the BPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, have to stay at home. Feeling so restless but i've&lt;br /&gt;already promised my mum that i'll be helping her. So&lt;br /&gt;yeah. Until i finished helping her and if there's still time, i'll&lt;br /&gt;go out then, meet anyone i can meet up with. Hahaha..!&lt;br /&gt;But im not even excited about the Fire Works ah. Nothing&lt;br /&gt;much to see. Hmm...But if i were to fly together with the&lt;br /&gt;Fire Works. Thats gonna be "COOL" !! Warghahahak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, have to get going. I wanna go Bake cake. Put&lt;br /&gt;the Creamer...etc..before mom reach home. Better for&lt;br /&gt;me and for her.. Hahaha..! DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'll upload yesterday's picture soon after i get it "&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1496820651366927322?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1496820651366927322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-alot-of-things-i-wanted-to-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1496820651366927322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1496820651366927322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-alot-of-things-i-wanted-to-talk.html' title='Dead Gig'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sn6FASohUsI/AAAAAAAAAPE/2E20WJQI9Vk/s72-c/bORED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-6698081727118891517</id><published>2009-08-06T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:18:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnrcJMTJZAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/I5b_--mpG94/s1600-h/anisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366843956443833346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnrcJMTJZAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/I5b_--mpG94/s400/anisy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once again, wondering about life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so busy to commit to things and get involve with&lt;br /&gt;things i like or love. Can't spend proper time with Great&lt;br /&gt;Buddies outside there. I've no time for my own Band. Sucks!&lt;br /&gt;but i did went to gigs for some of the Saturday. Didn't really&lt;br /&gt;slack with them. Well, i think i just have to motivate myself just&lt;br /&gt;to go on. Maybe i've to Suffer first, enjoy later. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the fuck im doing now. Feeling so Clueless.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna see myself smiling with everyone. Hm..and now&lt;br /&gt;close friends seems to show their care even more but some, i&lt;br /&gt;don't wish to bother. After all, we live our life all alone right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366845808968014018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Snrd1BfVGMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/byoPMiDwKlI/s400/school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school to Blast all those knowledge in this Brain. Then&lt;br /&gt;class test n exams and go for attachments, and then END OF SCHOOL!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WhhhuuuuHuuuuuUu!! but im sure i gonna miss schools time. Hehe! and&lt;br /&gt;Wondering of my Working Life?? Arrghhh!! Having to start to support&lt;br /&gt;my ownself. No more mom's &amp;amp; dad's help. Hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This days, my anger so sucks! My mood seems to swing quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;I love it went im all laughing and enjoy with my girls at school, but&lt;br /&gt;i hated it so much when it swings, it's damn annoying! So sucks to keep&lt;br /&gt;myself shush for a long time. Feeling so irritated when my girls laugh.&lt;br /&gt;What should i do now? So confusing. I think i just need someone by my side.&lt;br /&gt;or Need to learn to relax myself. Hmm...Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- Never make Kindness as a Weakness -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOME ADDITION!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367240725048957442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnxFAKiNmgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8AuyJ8h3iiQ/s400/RaiYANa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The feeling is Once In a Life Time to have a New Precious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life to step in this World and Your Life. Erm...actually depends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;HOW MANY&lt;/span&gt; you make ah..Hee! So yeah, he's My First Baby Boy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EH! My Sister's second Child! Hahahahak!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyke Hell if thats my Kid right?!! Nyeeehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's almost 1month plus, that was the first time i carry him, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause it was the first time. Hahaha! No lah, cause i was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn sick back then. I don't wanna let go of him lar sey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so stuck in my arm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn Cuteness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHUUUHUUUUU!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im now An Auntie of 2 Sweethearts. Muack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis told me, when she starts working it's my turn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to take care of him, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Raiyyan Syukry&lt;/span&gt;, like I use to take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;care of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nurul Syaqhirah&lt;/span&gt; which is my Niece when she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were little..hahaahak! Chey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whhhuhuuuuu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training lah seey! Good for my Future you Know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAK! Better be prepared! DAMN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like shyt. Like real! Macam Paham! Hmp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you 2 Sweethearts! Muack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367241551359910626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 421px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnxFwQyGIuI/AAAAAAAAAO8/yZq9-7NrrDc/s400/raiyan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-6698081727118891517?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/6698081727118891517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6698081727118891517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6698081727118891517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/still-wonder.html' title='Still Wonder'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnrcJMTJZAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/I5b_--mpG94/s72-c/anisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3087521934931103297</id><published>2009-08-05T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:03:11.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Uhhhhuuuu! Hehehe! Lets talk about last Saturday as i've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no time to update about it last previous days. So yeah.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great!! Junkie makes me smile, really smile! We went out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to Marina Barrage eh..? Ah yalah! Then just did some sight seeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That place "nearly" crowded cause we've forgotten that its the NDP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preview today n cause the're gonna blast the Fire Works too rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then halfway, hairah has another plan which is to meet her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;friend then meet her up. Its the Uncle! Hehehe. Meet him at City hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT before that, went Marina for while to 'shop'.. Junkie was so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to watch the Fire Works! Hahahaha! :P N im happy too! *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then meet up Uncle &amp;amp; Hairah at town. Randomly Damn last minture the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BPs called, that they wanna meet up. DAMN I MISS MAGGOT. Hahahaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both together with Junkie &amp;amp; Uncle, meet them up. HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEY WERE FORCED by us, due to some reasons ah. (thhehehe!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hm...n yeah...im bored now! Hmp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yeah, We took some pictures with the BPs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeng! Jeng!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366494703247783890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Snmef-wZd9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/w7mZg2YvCqg/s400/001d052FC70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-3087521934931103297?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3087521934931103297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/reverse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3087521934931103297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3087521934931103297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/reverse.html' title='Reverse'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Snmef-wZd9I/AAAAAAAAAOc/w7mZg2YvCqg/s72-c/001d052FC70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-595305733090461154</id><published>2009-08-05T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T02:20:42.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing!</title><content type='html'>Hello??!! Hahahhahak!!&lt;br /&gt;Sucks! Fuck you! Ops! Soooreey...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I just hate people who says they care for me&lt;br /&gt;when they don't really meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, you don't have to love that&lt;br /&gt;someone or anyone to care for them right..!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even friends can care for each other!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are just way hypersensitive and never&lt;br /&gt;try to understand the situations.&lt;br /&gt;SUCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, recently had a LAME arguement with&lt;br /&gt;someone. Im so lazy to debate and DAMN LAZY&lt;br /&gt;to say sorry cause, First thing is, you don't understand the&lt;br /&gt;situation. Second, You're Fucking Damn sensitive. Third, You give&lt;br /&gt;Crap Reasons. Fourth, You're Fucking Rude and Getting on&lt;br /&gt;my nerves and there's more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u could KILL you, i've already did.&lt;br /&gt;WORST THEN GIRLS!! HAIYOYOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no worries, im okay now. Are we okay? I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;but i WISH things are fine, "FRIEND".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-595305733090461154?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/595305733090461154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/595305733090461154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/595305733090461154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/08/nothing.html' title='Nothing!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1334018140808573846</id><published>2009-07-30T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:35:02.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnCGkyUuH2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/q4suMlz5LlU/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363935122740354914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnCGkyUuH2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/q4suMlz5LlU/s400/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just randomly wondering about my life. My love life? Speechless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to say or maybe there's something, but i just don't know how to say it. I wanna say i hope, but hoping is just sucks anyway! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;False hope, really CHOKE me to death! Arghh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just NEED someone to be there for me. Just that someone who could be by my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be the listening ears, having the shoulder to cry on, getting to hug for some comfy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But im afraid, i'll get the wrong one. Not every right choices turns out right. Some are Sweet and some are Sour. People change. Maybe cause of SHITS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS ALL FUCKING DISTRACTIONS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who could really be my Advicer, a Lover and also a Motivater at the same time. Its easy. They just need to UNDERSTAND my LIFE. UNDERSTAND ME n MY SITUATIONS. I did share some stuff with some friends. The worst is the one that PRETEND to listen when they only says OK. Then nothing else, FULLSTOP. SUCKER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe. i give too much faces to people around me. I've tried helping people around me, even on Financial problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i don't get anything back in return?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even the TWO WORD "thank you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK YOU ALL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even stand my own dad, who ask me for help?! Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sucks having this FUCKING mood to swing up and down so randomly! I hated blasting off at my innocence friends. ARGHH! SUCK! but im lucky, cause my girls are very patience, they understand and they will know when my monster comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna be hold tight. To be shown that he really do. AND NEVER SAYS BORED!! Dumbass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.... i've got nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im just not myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'll be happier if im Dead now -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1334018140808573846?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1334018140808573846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1334018140808573846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1334018140808573846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/feelings.html' title='Feelings?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnCGkyUuH2I/AAAAAAAAAOU/q4suMlz5LlU/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1624352370466245635</id><published>2009-07-29T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:52:14.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnB7VnCk30I/AAAAAAAAANs/xE8S04on8jA/s1600-h/Picture%2520011%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363922767385517890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnB7VnCk30I/AAAAAAAAANs/xE8S04on8jA/s400/Picture%2520011%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At school now!! Bring my lappy! At cafe2 with my crazy girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so lazy, had my lunch taken already but just a lil..My girls are laughing, I just surfing the net and going round and round. I joined their laughters too. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky my lappy is here, if not i'll be sleeping by now, enjoying the damn air-con. Hehehe. Kinda freesing now. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now wondering what my mood will be when i reached home. I maybe laughing now but..hm..speechless. So yeah, im out of words...just randomly post. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363922991856799282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnB7irQszjI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jQp-jk5Wq5M/s400/Picture%2520006%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363923513834648866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnB8BDx6tSI/AAAAAAAAAOE/74Pv3OK7g6A/s400/Picture%2520010%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1624352370466245635?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1624352370466245635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-school-now-bring-my-lappy-at-cafe2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1624352370466245635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1624352370466245635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/at-school-now-bring-my-lappy-at-cafe2.html' title='School!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SnB7VnCk30I/AAAAAAAAANs/xE8S04on8jA/s72-c/Picture%2520011%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1765176075756749774</id><published>2009-07-28T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:40:18.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7xigHkM1I/AAAAAAAAANk/ImkXQUnaRpk/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363489781284352850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7xigHkM1I/AAAAAAAAANk/ImkXQUnaRpk/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At last pictures could be uploaded, i've also uploaded some photos of the gig.&lt;br /&gt;And that photo of mine on top, was just now using my webcammy..just took it cause boredom strikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs and tummy are fucking cramp. Me and Sha walking worst then old lady. So sucks! But today, school was okay. Its funny when having to go up and down the stairs. Cause it hurts so much that we could still laugh together, walking up the stairs worst then neneks. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychiatric class was damn dry! Morning was damn sleepy! Hahaha! Shyt sia me today!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...now, no mood. Have to force myself to do some revision. Got to go. Haixx....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1765176075756749774?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1765176075756749774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1765176075756749774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1765176075756749774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/blank.html' title='blank....'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7xigHkM1I/AAAAAAAAANk/ImkXQUnaRpk/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1225431309217328094</id><published>2009-07-27T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:06:02.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead School</title><content type='html'>Its NAFA today. Wasn't prepared at all. Feeling so lazy and draging myself on doing it. 2.4km run sucks. It hurts me alot since i've childhood asthma but at least i get no. 30+. Hehe! and i also used to be an athlete during my secondary school time. I was also positioned as Long-D. Miss those days, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything done, im quite happy. Time past really fast. I seem to smile alot today after having some hell shit time yesterday. But thanks to him im laughing the whole night. So yeah, saw him at the stadium, was happy and tought of suprising him but couldn't approach cause im going the other way when he's the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its raining and i love the wheather. I felt cold and calm, not restless but somehow sleepy. Hehehe.. Had a cold shower at school, it was great! I was laughing myself cause of the cold water and my friends laughed at me too. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my little lunch, and spend the whole hour at Cafe2 before class starts. So yeah, had some rest, legs are a lil cramp but no worries, did some warm up before the run starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home tday, was kinda surprised and very happy. My sister came over along with my niece, Nurul and her lil brother,Raiyan Shuckry. Had some time with them, and at last!! I get to carry Raiyan cause im free from sickness! Whuuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now...have to do my project and do some revice. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Fucking Shit!! Still couldn't upload any pictures!! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1225431309217328094?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1225431309217328094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1225431309217328094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1225431309217328094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/dead-school.html' title='Dead School'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-6660109928241324959</id><published>2009-07-25T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:50:25.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwasted Gig!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7hWqJNiZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4qsud1v3WpU/s1600-h/yananaagh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363471985631136146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7hWqJNiZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4qsud1v3WpU/s400/yananaagh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whuhhhu!! Yesterday's Gig was great! Didn't regret that i came over. School end at 11 and went off by 12. Then get home straight and have a short rest, then shower and get ready going for the gig. I still did a last minute sewing on my pants. Hehehe! Kinda find it too plain, so had to do something and i added some patches too. Hehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went to meet Hairah at Cck. We bought some light food to eat in the bus (hehehe!) , then process to Crawlspace. In the bus already, enjoying our foods but we forget our drinks. : ( Hahaha! Dumb rite..hehe! But its okay! So reached bugis, we slack for a moment before the gig starts, took some shots and then went to Crawlspace. We knew not much people there, so we didn't went in, cause it's a Crusty Gig tough, then when there's smoke break, all the Streets came out. Hehehe! We were kinda happy. Then start making out noises. Standard! Hehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We decide not to buy the tix and not to go in cause it might be too late. We dun wanna pay 7 bux for only 2 bands rite. Hahahhaa! Then when the last band came,the Bps also reached. Damn! We really miss them! Hehe! We were also invited in for free. Wuuhuu! Went in straight, everything seems to be happening. Me and Hairah were pushed into the mosh pit. Hahahah! I was hit at my head, it was funny somehow but we were irrtitated with the guy that pushes us in. Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right after the gig at around 11+, we're not sure where to go and as pernormal, group photo! Hehehe! But not all of us were there. We decide to take the Night Rider. Walk together slowly and pass by Akong, tought we're going home but we slack at there till 5+ am. Hahahahak! The guys starts talking cocks.Hahahha! Then me and hairah took the first train, reached my home, had shower and straight to sleep. We're damn exhauSted.Hahaha! Sleep untill its around 4+..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hairah went off at 6+pm right after me and her had our dinner. Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's nearly 3am, so yeah. Off to sleep!! Good Nyte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AT LAST, SOME PHOTOS!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363475113892771314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7kMv059fI/AAAAAAAAAM8/a3L5xszRl1U/s400/SDC14158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363472556124545346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7h33ZcIUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8OVaGE7Os3k/s400/punl.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363474731156159586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7j2eBYvGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/IiJ-rAsvsXc/s400/SDC14152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363475487865962114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7kig_D_oI/AAAAAAAAANE/FvtJEjVoEts/s400/SDC14153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7n1VZTq5I/AAAAAAAAANc/DAg-sfuaiFM/s1600-h/SDC14157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363479109707213714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7n1VZTq5I/AAAAAAAAANc/DAg-sfuaiFM/s400/SDC14157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7nX04IWmI/AAAAAAAAANU/urY9zd8Z4FY/s1600-h/SDC14136.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7m6PctELI/AAAAAAAAANM/6udfty4tJbA/s1600-h/SDC14150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363478094498566322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7m6PctELI/AAAAAAAAANM/6udfty4tJbA/s400/SDC14150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-6660109928241324959?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/6660109928241324959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/unwasted-gig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6660109928241324959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6660109928241324959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/unwasted-gig.html' title='Unwasted Gig!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sm7hWqJNiZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/4qsud1v3WpU/s72-c/yananaagh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-6865722814394832380</id><published>2009-07-22T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:29:17.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much</title><content type='html'>Damn! This blog is really making some shyt! I wanted to upload some photos of the days but....Haixx..Never mind then, its ok. Everything will be Okay soon, just that it would be too plain and bored without some picture. Haiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah! Today there's some Solar Eclipes thingy..Didnt really focus on it, but early morning was like a disaster. When i was about to get out of my house, suddenly heavy wind blows all around then comes the heavy rain. Somehow, it was quiet scary somemore i was all alone under my void deck with those banging and crashing noises around me. Hehehe! I didn't wanna think much. Just walk forward and being quite alert on my surroundings too. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school, everything was okay except my eyes! Damn sleepy! and im freezing cold! Argghhh!! Hahahak!! When there's 10min toilet break, i sleep. Lunch time, eat 2chicken wrap and then sleep. Hahahak!! My friends laughing like hell, i can still sleep. Hhahahha! After im awake, then join them laughing. Weird huh...hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tought that i'll saw him at school today but never...then went home as pernomal, sleep again in bus 969 as pernormal. Hahahak! Tired you know! Hehe! Reached home, had warm shower, take a small portion of food for my dinner. Then went online! Hhahahahak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funney sey today's chat with him. Hhahahahak! Laugh and laugh non-stop. If can i'll be already laughting till my lungs came out. Hahahahk! I really enjoy today's chat. Memory babe! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-6865722814394832380?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/6865722814394832380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6865722814394832380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6865722814394832380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-370509878680608466</id><published>2009-07-20T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:03:19.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Swing!</title><content type='html'>There's some problem with this shit, so yeah i won't be posting a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning was sucks, really sucks. My mood really swing. Feel like killing everyone around me, i don't know why. But i know, i should keep myself quiet or else i'll just blast off randomly. Damn! Haiyoo..! Then, when mood swing , someone makes my blood boil up too. But i just relex myself and keep myself shut. Thats the only way. Haix..&lt;br /&gt;This mood goes on until half the day. But everything seems ok, i didnt throw temper at anyone anyway. So, thats good enought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my lunch at Cafe2, its been long. But i really get irritated with the school boys. Shyt asses they are! Hm..Then break was from 12+ till 3pm class. Was so free, then went down to Cafe1 and just slack at there, i kinda had a short nap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill the last lesson, i knew why i had this terrible mood swing. Hehehe! Shhh! Only girl knows! Hhahahak! Then went home like normal, only that i walk like an old lady today. Hehehe! Reached home, warm shower, go online..then went to had a short snack. Im damn hungry but it seems like i've no appetite, i don't know why. Haiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to blog, had a check again. Then went online on MSN. Hehehe! Like normal chat with who! Hehehe..Everything seems fine, im happy. :) Then suddenly cameby my niece infront of my room door knocking..was shocked, and quickly gave her a huge hug! Hehehe! really miss her! Then we had a hell time together, we wrestle and kept laughing together-gether. Hehehehe! But somehow, she also distract me while my chating. Hhahahahk! Then now waiting for my clown to call. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-370509878680608466?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/370509878680608466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-some-problem-with-this-shit-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/370509878680608466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/370509878680608466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-some-problem-with-this-shit-so.html' title='Mood Swing!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-8711120253421615016</id><published>2009-07-20T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T01:06:24.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening!!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360211830037200514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmNMQoI2voI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mcSd2l_bhMM/s400/yaanamee.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;" Today's photo! Back from Town! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ouukeey.....now i don't know where to start...hehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then let me start from Saturday. Erm...nothing much during the day, just went to meet an old close friend and spend our time together. Reached home quite early around 8pm. Then went online at late nite. Wow! Really happening that nite, was chatting with him. Hahahak! I mean Ezam. It was funny! The longest chat we had, late till 4.30am i guess. Hahahak! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We really really did talk alot. Serious from A to Z. Hehehe! Talk about our life. Long long story. Hehe! Im so glad we did share something. Then we had a hell laughing time! Hahhaak!! Know why?? Cause we talk about us bumping into each other, and when those sillyness starts. Hahahahk!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then as for today, mix feelings. Sadness are around too, but don't really feel like showing them. Keeping to myself is the best, i guess. Morning had breakfast at Mc.D..It was okay. Then late afternoon around 4pm went out to town, with a close friend of mine. We really had fun together. Havoc and laughters are around. Hehehe! Then reached home quite early too, at around 9pm. Cool myself down then had a warm shower. Never had my dinner yet but i go online first. Then i went to my blog, just to have a check and suddenly feel like looking at his updates too. So went to look at it, was quite unexpected cause he was not okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know why im shocked but i know why im very worry. Then i really feel uneasy, so i go online then there he is! Hehehe! Happy that his online, so that i could talk to him and at least hope that i could calm him down. Hmm...then it seem like things are relex now. Well i can't say much cause im not in his shoe. But it seem like we had some laughters too. Im quite happy about it then suddenly now i had some issues with someone. So sucks. I don't wanna talk about it. Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-8711120253421615016?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/8711120253421615016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-photo-back-from-town-ouukeey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/8711120253421615016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/8711120253421615016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-photo-back-from-town-ouukeey.html' title='Happening!!?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmNMQoI2voI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mcSd2l_bhMM/s72-c/yaanamee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3617796570201438991</id><published>2009-07-16T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:10:54.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free from sickness??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359057792144388162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sl8yqx-OMEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nlMHv5uhM4U/s400/DSC00514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey Ho!! At last i get to come to school on last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday. So excited and damn happy. I huged&lt;br /&gt;my bestfriend straight at the interchange when i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saw her. It's supposed to be Monday but my fever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had not cool down yet, so i've to suffer again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hated being sick. Hahahak! So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sick days since last wednesday so sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't get out of the house for at least 5days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can die man! hahahak! Being all alone at home too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So sad rite and bored! I couldn't use the internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and couldn't go online cause my big bro took the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;modem away. Argggh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Irritating shit! And the only things i did is just..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eat, Take medicine, Rest, Watch Tv, Sleep. LAME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel so hopeless man!! Hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets forget about those days, now school started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nose and my voice is still NOT okay! This was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unexpected cause when i blow my nose out, i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;realise there's fresh blood stain. I don't feel pain but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel discomfort. Its ok, i've told my mum n teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waduuh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But GREAT enough my fever is DOWN! Hehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my Big Bro left a wire in his room and thats why i&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get to online! wee! Heeheeehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yeah, school today was okay. No comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But! I saw Ezam! i smile n talk! at last!! hehe! But I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;think before that i also saw him when i was having a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toilet break. Hehe! n yeah! Im sorry we didnt talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;much, i need to go n meet up my Bestfriend, Hairah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope to see you around again Pak Cik! Well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, i still feel awkward ah, macam kekok sey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i saw him. Hhahahhahhak!! Fuunnney...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-3617796570201438991?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3617796570201438991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-from-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3617796570201438991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3617796570201438991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/free-from-sickness.html' title='Free from sickness??'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sl8yqx-OMEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nlMHv5uhM4U/s72-c/DSC00514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-8758539797898373473</id><published>2009-07-10T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T17:43:46.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Bad Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357135651462382642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Slhefd7_BDI/AAAAAAAAALc/RkELB-p8mp4/s400/nana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn! Days are not going well, perhaps..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything seems so sucks! Argh!! Im so freezing cold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outside but damn boiling inside. I couldn't take it any &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more with this high fever! My temperature could shoot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up till 39.9 degree C. Am not sure if it's H1N1..But i hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that im not infected.Im afraid if i would spread it to my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;family..haix...I went to the nearby doctor already n get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 days mc, but the medicine doesn't seem to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All day since thursday, i've been isolating myself at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;home, mom also don't allow me to go out of room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why, but my temperature kept going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up and down. I wanna go to school this Monday. Haix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt so useless.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;N yeah...i just wanna say sorry to a dear fwen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my fwen did approach me and says hello,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i kinda,not. I wasn't really aware with my surroundings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with this condition of mine since wednesday..We are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;supposed to talk like we always did at msn, but that day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was so terrible for me. Stupid running nose with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that dump useless inhaler...Haiyoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really really am so soory...Haixx...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-8758539797898373473?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/8758539797898373473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-bad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/8758539797898373473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/8758539797898373473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-bad-day.html' title='Bad Bad Day!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Slhefd7_BDI/AAAAAAAAALc/RkELB-p8mp4/s72-c/nana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-8219769623088901557</id><published>2009-07-01T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:06:44.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SlhjHbpVO3I/AAAAAAAAALk/V2F2K5IIUFI/s1600-h/nana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SlhjHbpVO3I/AAAAAAAAALk/V2F2K5IIUFI/s1600-h/nana1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353430097801716226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sks0T21bIgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rm_nUc6CO8g/s400/sfdfgg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wei!! Wei!! Its been long i've not post! Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think im lazy to post sey. Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niway, I was away for 2weeks on 12June, thats &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why I've not post since. So yeah. I went to Vietnam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my school, YEP thingy. Its was great! I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet new friends. Seem like they're now more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like family. Heehe! Racial harmony babe! Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alot of things happen there, feelings are build and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;misunderstanding and helping and FUUH! Alot lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't wait to receive all the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would just wanna thanks all of them, they've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all been really supportive and kept motivating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;each and other. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really enjoy those tough time and easy time with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks guys!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ILY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toi Yeu Ban!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357140874682301090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SlhjPf8p-qI/AAAAAAAAALs/v0t2hbfyZdM/s400/nana1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353847413972585266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Skyv22t6yzI/AAAAAAAAALM/YqzEP08z7Ls/s400/pictue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353847310610348786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Skyvw1qcOvI/AAAAAAAAALE/t4HSaA5gCmQ/s400/fs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353847169045947378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SkyvomS24_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/tUuRoBq8iZE/s400/dfgghj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND YEAH!! Some addition...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was away, mum really really cleaned my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;room. Its a Total Make-over! Oh Dear! Im so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;speechless....she really tought that I like it but it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;was too organise. All my memories were cleaned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;away. I was quite dissapointed..but i said nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only thank you. It was so 'Princessy'. Haha! My walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are pink, my bed sheet are pink n also my pillow! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soft toy were place on the new wall shelf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its quite funny..so not me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its ok! Hhaahak!! As long as I don't bring any friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into my roomy! Hehehe! But..thank you for everything mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ILY!! heeehe!&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/5282663728072777196-8219769623088901557?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/8219769623088901557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/wei-wei-its-been-long-ive-not-post-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/8219769623088901557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/8219769623088901557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/07/wei-wei-its-been-long-ive-not-post-damn.html' title='Far Away'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sks0T21bIgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/rm_nUc6CO8g/s72-c/sfdfgg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-7100133864837272943</id><published>2009-06-05T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:31:06.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sikc-GWUpwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gqLXSmyKz0Q/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343834286033512194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sikc-GWUpwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gqLXSmyKz0Q/s400/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know whats so wrong with me. When im with all my friends and with all the others, I felt so normal but inside me, i just felt something is wrong. I day dreaming often nowdays. Even when someone is talking to me, i could just fly myself high up the skies. I realised I kinda had mood swings too. I didnt want things to be so black and dark, I didn't ask for it, but what could I do, it just came by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im ain't emo shyt but this just one hell shyt life I had. Pouring is one of the way to make myself satisfied. Seems there's no other way, and i DON'T do slitting and all those shyt! I need to understand myself, but im too busy and seems to rush most of the things in life. I may need someone to talk to, but i don't know how to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's alot of things running in my mind. I just wanna clear all those ASS! but how? I kept saying i don't understand. Damn! Am I just confused or Im making myself confused? Heehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking shyt sia me! Hurhurr!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niwae, Life sucks! Am TOO BUSY! Can't meet friends, can't really talk to them, can't really spent time with them and make full of bullshyts! Damn! I misses that so much! I'll just have to calm myself down. Maybe im getting a lil too paranoid. Its ok. I've only had mood swings at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, anyone? Sleeping Pills pleasee...Hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-7100133864837272943?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/7100133864837272943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7100133864837272943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7100133864837272943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/06/why.html' title='Why!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sikc-GWUpwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gqLXSmyKz0Q/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-640062272322243717</id><published>2009-06-01T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:46:10.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SiPDHHKn6tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/osY6qIEX2w8/s1600-h/GreenyY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342328109941648082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SiPDHHKn6tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/osY6qIEX2w8/s400/GreenyY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes..I don't understand having someone in life that seems like im not having that someone. What is it life having someone you needed and she/he isn't trying to be deep inside you. Im just too tired to quarrel about anything in my love life. I've never had a real fight for a long time. Things seem to be so less bothering, but more like hack care. Is that what care is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Others show me more then whom is supposed to show me. Why does this has to happen? I've had enough,seriously. Im not bored but im tolerating. I don't wanna drag this till too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And why is it me always the one that have to run after someone. Maybe im being too soft. Yeah im that soft hearted kind but what to do. I give face to people too much. But i don't wanna be too harsh in 'that' life. I don't get it what way should i go? Maybe, i'll just shut myself up for a moment. I won't make myself get hurt from anything or anyone. I knew i've to be much much more stronger in 'that' life, SERIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets just focus and get busy with my work. Haix..What a life?&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/5282663728072777196-640062272322243717?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/640062272322243717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/640062272322243717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/640062272322243717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SiPDHHKn6tI/AAAAAAAAAKk/osY6qIEX2w8/s72-c/GreenyY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-7624695408791925995</id><published>2009-05-25T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:51:22.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not everything is okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339776403861680050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ShqyWRQwL7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/NBbFYHoO65A/s400/65461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im not so sure what is happening to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing seem to be good and maybe okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what else you wanted, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't know what are you so busy with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;untill we couldn't get to meet up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does this have to happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im trying my best to make things work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you don't want things to work you could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just tell me. I can't drag my life any more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;longer. What should i do now? Keep myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shut? Saying nothing when something is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually wrong. I couldn't balance things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in life if you keep pulling yourself away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and giving youself negative toughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna give up. Cause i know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that this is just small things. And it's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all just a challenge of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And one more thing. I hated to much when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you pretend nothing is wrong and we are all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just fine, when you know that nothing is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;actually fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-7624695408791925995?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/7624695408791925995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-everything-is-okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7624695408791925995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7624695408791925995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-everything-is-okay.html' title='Not everything is okay.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ShqyWRQwL7I/AAAAAAAAAKU/NBbFYHoO65A/s72-c/65461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-438920004753819537</id><published>2009-05-23T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:05:03.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired beb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ShghGqyJZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/h3d6wb2pqsA/s1600-h/best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339053756695275330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ShghGqyJZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/h3d6wb2pqsA/s400/best.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was damn exhauted today! Haix...Was out of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;home almost thewhole day. Woke up at 5+am in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the morning for work that endsat 2pm..Dragging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;myself like a walking dead zombie. Hehe! And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;irritating beb! My eyes were SOOO SOOO the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"pain" Heehe!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then have to go back to school for the YEP THINGY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is that the S'pore Malay Orphans came down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to visit my school. The kids were really great. The first &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thing they saw me, they say "HELLO KAKAK!" with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a big smile and they 'salam' me. Hehe! They were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all cuteness and great but the same time pitifull. And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MOST of them are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HYPER HYPER ACTIVE! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then did art with them. Painting the "sticks" and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;painting our hands.Hehe! Somehow, some of them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are WAY PLAYFULL.. hehehe! But after all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the painting lesson, we show them around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the school. ( The first level only ) *Hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they did enjoy. There's always the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;positive and negative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then evrything finished with a kiss from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my 2 lovely girls. Atiqah and Imah. *Wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out of school around 8pm and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;reached home around 9+pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waddooh!! wadoh! Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats not the end....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am suppose to turn up for shar's birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;party at Sentosa. Maybe most of the punx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;were present.I was sad i couldn't turn up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because of school stuff till late at 8pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hairah and others reached at 7pm. Haiya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its ok....there's always another day.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-438920004753819537?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/438920004753819537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired-beb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/438920004753819537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/438920004753819537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired-beb.html' title='Tired beb!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ShghGqyJZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/h3d6wb2pqsA/s72-c/best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3475446569174584406</id><published>2009-05-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:04:32.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha4iRh5nxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SvxWkJ_Hb9w/s1600-h/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338657307254955794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha4iRh5nxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SvxWkJ_Hb9w/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEeeewee!! Went to sentosa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sot invited us along...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is suppose to be with the punx &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the redsleeve bubble ah..Haiya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All happened that day, last minute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But! Nevermind! Me, Hairah, Sot and Cicak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went there and enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Sot also bring along her 2 girlfwens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all is was quite fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't want to swim but after reaching there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after getting myself so comfirtable playing with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the water half my leg....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEN I WANTED TO SWIM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn ritee....! ah ni lah! aku mentel nah..Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT i did swim A LIL BIT. HAHA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AT LEAST i bring along extra *TUT!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahhhaah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then me and hairah strum our guitar while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sot and cicak berendam. *hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then camwhoring2. Gerek plak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahhak! Pictures are great! Thanks to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hairah! wee! hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until around 4+ or 5...sot 2 girlfwen come over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bikini babe.....hehe! then swim2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and went off from sentosa around 7+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a day! Here the Pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually bnyk! then makcik hairah blom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;send2 agi.... ;( Hehe! ITS OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha8GKzjkAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YmtEmgE1Nuo/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338661222460133378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha8GKzjkAI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/YmtEmgE1Nuo/s400/08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Weee! Ni sot dah strip daah...*Heehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha8BABeM8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QT3EN7vz0-w/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338661133666366402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha8BABeM8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QT3EN7vz0-w/s400/07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AWWW!! Sweeee kan! swweet kan! Heeeehe! ppft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha72eAgs5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/8UnlVjswXwA/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338660952736838546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha72eAgs5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/8UnlVjswXwA/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ALAMAK!! SOT! tangan takde lagi besar ko?? heeeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha7yfA3Z8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/zd67ew3uVTI/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338660884287285186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha7yfA3Z8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/zd67ew3uVTI/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Step baywatch jap laah ehhh! HAHHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SHYT BAYWATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha7uRb8SNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rB6u34aR-3E/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338660811923278034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha7uRb8SNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/rB6u34aR-3E/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our first feeew shots... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha7pVynzDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dCLgxpzs5VQ/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338660727192800306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha7pVynzDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/dCLgxpzs5VQ/s400/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The our faces starting its foolneeess......on the WAY!! hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha78rFO-9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/drxWFIc--lg/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338661059325524946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha78rFO-9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/drxWFIc--lg/s400/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ALAMAK HAIRAH!! heeeeehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-3475446569174584406?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3475446569174584406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3475446569174584406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3475446569174584406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentosa.html' title='SENTOSA!!!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sha4iRh5nxI/AAAAAAAAAJE/SvxWkJ_Hb9w/s72-c/05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3222665427245811894</id><published>2009-05-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:17:31.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sgb9_8XmeUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YRVpzVXhRi8/s1600-h/NOTalone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334230083645634882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sgb9_8XmeUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YRVpzVXhRi8/s400/NOTalone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its seems like, i only write when im down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know why i have mood swings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;especially at night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im in delima?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or im just confused?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to find myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-3222665427245811894?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3222665427245811894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3222665427245811894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3222665427245811894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad.html' title='Sad?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sgb9_8XmeUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YRVpzVXhRi8/s72-c/NOTalone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3870398032249674728</id><published>2009-05-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:56:40.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sudden?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SgBhjWMBk-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DJH3SwnAMCo/s1600-h/fragile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332369218685998050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SgBhjWMBk-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DJH3SwnAMCo/s400/fragile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't know why you suddenly decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to make a U trun. Why you suddenly care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to bring me along to your graduation day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ever bother to text me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its a shock that you said you missed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me. I tought I wouldn't be hearing that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anymore from you. Usually, it's all from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me. I don't understand you now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You need me or you want me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You miss her more, i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all writen in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now what should I do? Should I bother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you now? Im still in delima of attending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day with you. Im not your date,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you said I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im sorry. Im still confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-3870398032249674728?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3870398032249674728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-know-why-you-suddenly-decide-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3870398032249674728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3870398032249674728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-know-why-you-suddenly-decide-to.html' title='So sudden?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SgBhjWMBk-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DJH3SwnAMCo/s72-c/fragile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-1058164767492177812</id><published>2009-04-28T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:23:51.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Busy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SfXaaMKDptI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E7qzhx1It7o/s1600-h/black_tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329405877537711826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SfXaaMKDptI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E7qzhx1It7o/s400/black_tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SfXY6lgrjHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rhsZ9v07oU0/s1600-h/black_tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been wanting to update my blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At last! Wonder why im so busy..haiyaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually everytime when i wanna use the cp..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sure there'll be a moron conquring it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn! Not fair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Niwae..today was first day at IMH..Hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool place..and damn hot man. Couldn't take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sweat. Heehe! Need packs of tissue to go there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all everything is great. Just couldn't wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for tomorrow. Excited beb! Hehe! So yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll stop here then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nite2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-1058164767492177812?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/1058164767492177812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1058164767492177812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/1058164767492177812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-busy.html' title='Too Busy.....'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SfXaaMKDptI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E7qzhx1It7o/s72-c/black_tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-6975656028843450536</id><published>2009-04-23T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:17:40.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON CONSTRUCTION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Se9CuWxL4mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5LoMZpZKXpM/s1600-h/stopsign.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327550248355881570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Se9CuWxL4mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5LoMZpZKXpM/s400/stopsign.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BLOG STILL ON CONSTRUTION!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too busy to update bloggie.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry sorry bloggers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get back soon!!&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/5282663728072777196-6975656028843450536?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/6975656028843450536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6975656028843450536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6975656028843450536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-construction.html' title='ON CONSTRUCTION!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Se9CuWxL4mI/AAAAAAAAAIc/5LoMZpZKXpM/s72-c/stopsign.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-124538176681920020</id><published>2009-03-29T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:26:50.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of days ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* THE "WALK" *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! These are some of the photos that i uploaded....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those previous days..just for fun..hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for the photos below here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and the girls went for the 'WALK' hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Photo taken by Sha. Edited by Dee )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318638998778738130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-Z_XK-9dI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XkeZIx559xM/s400/nursdd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biase lah kite....like normal posing-posing....hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls maah.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-bC3XPsAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HcZzpJlm1XA/s1600-h/gfhhs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318640158471335938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-bC3XPsAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HcZzpJlm1XA/s400/gfhhs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and now the plan of going where?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-ZQJoK6rI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6Hpt-pn6jYg/s1600-h/ahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318638187689208498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-ZQJoK6rI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6Hpt-pn6jYg/s400/ahs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And while there're discussing, me and sha...CAMWHORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636684067503618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-X4oM0fgI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JTMvIYgV7ms/s400/Mee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thankie thankie to Sha for this picture! i love it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318637485158762946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-YnQf3CcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/uM86caypk2Y/s400/DSC02453.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This photo taken before reaching City Hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like always Saripah Rugayah. Hehehe! amek gambar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jek muke sememek! hm....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Us at reflection! HAHAHAK! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* BOTTLE TREE PARK *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was last Thursday or Wednesday. After a long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;interview at school, went to meet Hairah. Spend our time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at my house, makan-makan and gila-gila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we went out @ nite around 9+ go to the nearby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Bottle Tree Park "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-XyZlfBMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SmhMx_9uvJU/s1600-h/hairah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636577065206978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-XyZlfBMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SmhMx_9uvJU/s400/hairah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hairah, lets be my temporary model. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-XpcPHGOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zp3IcBpr-I0/s1600-h/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636423157848290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 444px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-XpcPHGOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zp3IcBpr-I0/s400/alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PHOTOGRAPHY! I JUST LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318636847826796818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 446px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-YCKQFARI/AAAAAAAAAHs/LHXR3Shh8uk/s400/the+ring!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;PICTURE! Its all from the heart. Chey! Hahaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318645141494191746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-fk6keVoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ErCYEEk0ZVw/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Awwww Hairah......She's lovin` it! Hahak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ermm......Photos stops here. Theres more, but i think&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thats enough. Im tired. Wanna sleep! Nite2!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-124538176681920020?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/124538176681920020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/photos-of-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/124538176681920020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/124538176681920020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/photos-of-days.html' title='Photos of days ! !'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sc-Z_XK-9dI/AAAAAAAAAIE/XkeZIx559xM/s72-c/nursdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-5298195052245201034</id><published>2009-03-27T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:52:39.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Scu1a8SbawI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_zFf_8Utl-s/s1600-h/DSC00516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317543259505650434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Scu1a8SbawI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_zFf_8Utl-s/s400/DSC00516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Holidays up!! and still still busy! Damn it! Busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with friends and family. Schedule still still pack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy really need me to be at home. Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i've to out to for some dancing practice and also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;need to meet my girls for jamming sessions. Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess why mommy need me at home??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ITS PAINTING TIME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heehee!! Its a sudden thing that she wanted to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn! I busy she kacau oni! hehe! Mommy says the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boys at home are lazy pigs! Haha!! Its really true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317544378975576482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Scu2cGo24aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/6z0jWb2EQ7g/s400/DSC02474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meera!! my mum wanted purple for the living room! Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317544980969991954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Scu2_JPgrxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Bet63rVAN0A/s400/DSC02475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate doing things alone! :( I want some fwens pwesh?! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway! Hardworking kan??! Hahahak!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317547848084801202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Scu5mCE8xrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7oixQYEZW0I/s400/DSC00517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND there she is....my mommy! Paiting with her hardworking daughter...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaahha!! like shit! hardworking eh..hehe! and yeah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry! home is messy messy!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope everything finished A.S.A.P!! Goodluck to me! hehe! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*winked*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-5298195052245201034?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/5298195052245201034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/holidays-up-and-still-still-busy-damn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5298195052245201034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5298195052245201034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/holidays-up-and-still-still-busy-damn.html' title='Holidays?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Scu1a8SbawI/AAAAAAAAAGg/_zFf_8Utl-s/s72-c/DSC00516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-7990837640535283288</id><published>2009-03-24T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:02:18.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21st March Gig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScjjS-_uXeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GahIq4RSRiI/s1600-h/Punkgirl...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316749275398299106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScjjS-_uXeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GahIq4RSRiI/s400/Punkgirl...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just forget about the previous post aite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah..about the 21st gig? Hehe... * Speechless*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went there with Zul. Thank you so much! Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While on the way there, saw a beautiful sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the wonderful rainbow. First time sia!! Haha! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't take a picture of it cause of some reason. *winked*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Reached*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so so glad that the Bps come.Went in with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and watch System Error perform. Their song ehh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no comments..hehe...it was neutral but do upgrate. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything seems fine, don't bother thing that make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me feel irritated. hehe! So yeah. Stay inside there for a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moment. It was fun &amp;amp; cold inside. The moshpit was great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and kind of funny. Hehe! and there's a lost drunken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;indian boy. God damn irritating man! Arghh...Hehe! Things are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quite happening but sadly hairah wasn't there with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After gig..took picture with the Bps! wee!! hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but after that didn't went home with them. Stayed there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till the last band and went off together with zul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause he stayed near me too. ; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*The end*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316747111053477842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScjhVALtR9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HGi1YzsKwEY/s400/asraegdj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316750288915754754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScjkN-pHbwI/AAAAAAAAAGY/elSeoIhZF_Q/s400/ghghh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-7990837640535283288?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/7990837640535283288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/21st-march-gig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7990837640535283288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7990837640535283288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/21st-march-gig.html' title='21st March Gig'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScjjS-_uXeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GahIq4RSRiI/s72-c/Punkgirl...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-5472664272118699839</id><published>2009-03-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:47:53.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScZH_hUWmpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OVQ5PNSZrj0/s1600-h/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316015566758517394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScZH_hUWmpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OVQ5PNSZrj0/s400/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Am just feeling low, need to be left alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Im all speechless. &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/5282663728072777196-5472664272118699839?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/5472664272118699839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-just-feeling-low-need-to-be-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5472664272118699839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/5472664272118699839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-just-feeling-low-need-to-be-left.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScZH_hUWmpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OVQ5PNSZrj0/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-4669563248295478782</id><published>2009-03-21T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:51:27.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Break-Off !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScSRXIgG0SI/AAAAAAAAAFY/45ftb9C_DDQ/s1600-h/Nus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315533286809194786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScSRXIgG0SI/AAAAAAAAAFY/45ftb9C_DDQ/s400/Nus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At last everything is over !! Every single suffers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from exams are over. Hehe! Now it's time to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;out-course. Having to go for the 'Attachments'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Damn..Hehe.. After the last paper, me and my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girls spend our time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went out for dinner at Soul Garden. Cam-whoring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at that place. Hahak! Oh yeah! We also celebrate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nana's birthday in advance. Hehe! Spending out time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at that place from 6.30pm till 10pm. Blowing our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stomachs away. Hehehe! I did really had fun. Hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After dinner, we had no where else to go. No plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It also quiet late. So we slack for amoment outside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that place and cam-whoring. Hehe.Picture Time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315534486041143010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScSSc7_SJuI/AAAAAAAAAFg/O2xGJBlZtDE/s400/smoking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh no! Heehe!! We'll always have this session. :) Its a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315535189883381186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScSTF6AWZcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-SOucuzJNRg/s400/gfrinw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Slack! slack! slack! and sha's guy was here too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks to azhar for this photo. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315536282051135746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScSUFepbyQI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MAAdkr2x2Nw/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wonder why senget?? Ask the pro photographer.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe! Ask Saripah lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315537104336273282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScSU1V5fP4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/fY_TZZL1jPE/s400/kite!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And there she is! Nana @ left the Birthday girl. Happy 21st Birthday &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mama!  hahahaha!! and she's holding her surprise present... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND the right one...Saripah! the photographer. Hahhaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im going to miss you girls! Please do take care and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;goodluck for your posting. We'll meet again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and we'll contact with each other! weee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-4669563248295478782?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/4669563248295478782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/temporary-break-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/4669563248295478782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/4669563248295478782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/temporary-break-off.html' title='Temporary Break-Off !!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScSRXIgG0SI/AAAAAAAAAFY/45ftb9C_DDQ/s72-c/Nus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-3726372355742570489</id><published>2009-03-20T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:20:58.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Punkfest"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScPAXRzMtHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9KIpknNauWY/s1600-h/l_e71244a9af1c45f1b9a6377b296e2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315303491374986354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 429px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScPAXRzMtHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9KIpknNauWY/s400/l_e71244a9af1c45f1b9a6377b296e2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Otey! Otey! Tumowo got gig huh....so call Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fest lah. Oni oni few punk band playing. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am supporting most of them, all of them. heee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats got into me?? hehe! Alritey! I not sure of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going for that gig. Macam malas plak. Hehe.... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just feel like slacking at home and have a long rest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but...i don't know lah. See how, im going to confirm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with zul tomorrow. Somemore my dear hairah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may not be able to come along tomorrow as she's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going for a short holiday with her family. Best sey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah,have updated the poster above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am still wondering who will be present for the gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've called Didi and he's going maybe alone. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But really really hope the Bps will be coming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been awhile never meet them. I'll update again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how's the gig. That's if i go lah. Hehee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-3726372355742570489?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/3726372355742570489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/otey-otey-tumowo-got-gig-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3726372355742570489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/3726372355742570489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/otey-otey-tumowo-got-gig-huh.html' title='The &quot;Punkfest&quot;'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScPAXRzMtHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/9KIpknNauWY/s72-c/l_e71244a9af1c45f1b9a6377b296e2015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-2771120010066316637</id><published>2009-03-19T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:35:53.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScJjIjAR6aI/AAAAAAAAADo/aFjoK3n5Qqw/s1600-h/deep1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314919508737124770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScJjIjAR6aI/AAAAAAAAADo/aFjoK3n5Qqw/s400/deep1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything was unexpected. I tought i wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meet you again and be able to spend time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be able to joke around and see you smiling and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;having to feel something i need from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet we did spend our time together. Thanks for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your time. I really need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things was going well and fine in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's other more things for me to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just can't stop being and feeling restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its just so irritating. What can i do to release all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this toughts? To think back again..even if it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could be release, it won't be for long. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause the problem will always be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its ok. Holidays are coming very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try to manage things myself. I can't always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depends on my friends. I've got to think my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;way, cause it's my choice and it's my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-2771120010066316637?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/2771120010066316637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-was-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2771120010066316637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/2771120010066316637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/everything-was-unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/ScJjIjAR6aI/AAAAAAAAADo/aFjoK3n5Qqw/s72-c/deep1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-7996555014201360703</id><published>2009-03-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:19:47.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sb-zt6FKbUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dLlvqaU1bJU/s1600-h/yaahya.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314163686586871106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sb-zt6FKbUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dLlvqaU1bJU/s400/yaahya.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only my heart knows everything. Only she knows who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she really wanted to be with. Who she really needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone who could show her something useful in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone who could really spend proper time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;together with her. Who holds her hand tight and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;understands her feelings. Who could really took care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of her feelings and someone who is always by her side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything was there for her, right infront of her eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Staring at her eyes and just waiting for her to say 'yes'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything just wasn't right. Nothing was alright that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moment. Tears are all flowing by her cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All she can say is, ''Im sorry''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all she wonders is, why things has to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-7996555014201360703?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/7996555014201360703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7996555014201360703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/7996555014201360703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sb-zt6FKbUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/dLlvqaU1bJU/s72-c/yaahya.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-6176759600185312683</id><published>2009-03-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:05:38.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriends are Loved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sb0J8dMa0fI/AAAAAAAAACo/7o3uDmGaXdA/s1600-h/crazee!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313414069600571890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sb0J8dMa0fI/AAAAAAAAACo/7o3uDmGaXdA/s400/crazee!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When trouble comes in life, there's always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone you need to talk to and there's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always a way to solve it. Friends are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one of the important people in life. That's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why if you need a friend, respect yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first and they'll respect you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you need a real bestfriend, they're the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ones who don't only makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but they are the one that understands you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you make mistakes, they'll be the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one to correct you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They give you great advise and try hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on everything that they could. I appreciate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alot having a bestfriend like hairah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's also great mates in life like Shar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the BPs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They'll always makes me laugh and make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my world colourful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313414424206812050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sb0KRGNIo5I/AAAAAAAAACw/0X8ha0XxbWA/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313415985243205554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sb0Lr9hNr7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/CJfQTto_tF0/s400/pasir+ris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314148358077079426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sb-lxq7o34I/AAAAAAAAADA/2_MzUfPv0zI/s400/1_335378409l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and there's alot alot more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5282663728072777196-6176759600185312683?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/6176759600185312683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/bestfriends-are-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6176759600185312683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6176759600185312683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/bestfriends-are-loved.html' title='Bestfriends are Loved!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sb0J8dMa0fI/AAAAAAAAACo/7o3uDmGaXdA/s72-c/crazee!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-6794468925498260722</id><published>2009-03-15T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:41:45.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing will be great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sbz06cVBdbI/AAAAAAAAACg/iQpMR3MJ1Cs/s1600-h/bloodtearsjpgw300h310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313390945264301490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sbz06cVBdbI/AAAAAAAAACg/iQpMR3MJ1Cs/s400/bloodtearsjpgw300h310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Things wasn't great today. Had an argument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;with my mum this afternoon. Just wasn't expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;for her to curse me the whole day. We went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;hay-wire. It was my mistake, but i only forget to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;did something which is not urgent. Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;every small little things could lead to big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;disaster. Im still trying to understand her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Our relationship couldn't get any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Even if it does,it would only be for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well, today's also my 11th months anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;with my guy. Didn't meet each other due to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;some things he has to attend. At least we meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;last friday. Trying hard to make things better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Trying my best to spend proper time with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;There's still something i would like to express to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;him but i just won't wanna say much. Maybe it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;not time yet. We should just express our feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-6794468925498260722?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/6794468925498260722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-will-be-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6794468925498260722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6794468925498260722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-will-be-great.html' title='Nothing will be great.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sbz06cVBdbI/AAAAAAAAACg/iQpMR3MJ1Cs/s72-c/bloodtearsjpgw300h310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-397002418347182436</id><published>2009-03-14T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:13:49.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first posting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sbzgb3a5z_I/AAAAAAAAABo/WKjkcqbjmmU/s1600-h/54654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313368429728223218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sbzgb3a5z_I/AAAAAAAAABo/WKjkcqbjmmU/s320/54654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is my first blog. So yeah....im quite blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Its ok if things are too plan. I need time for this too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hehe! Just had a sudden feeling of making this blog just to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;vommit out whats in my mind. Talkingto bestfriend are one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the thing. So yeah, whats on my mind now?Nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Im just too bored. All alone at home, same goes like ystrday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;having to wait someone for hours who promised to go out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Im stillwondering if i had really spend my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;properly outside. hm....What is life all about?&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/5282663728072777196-397002418347182436?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/397002418347182436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-posting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/397002418347182436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/397002418347182436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-posting.html' title='My first posting.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/Sbzgb3a5z_I/AAAAAAAAABo/WKjkcqbjmmU/s72-c/54654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5282663728072777196.post-6500122895026509021</id><published>2009-03-09T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:41:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At School</title><content type='html'>Now at school.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what the hell im doing!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to get into my head!&lt;br /&gt;and into my God Damn Brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARghHH!! After this, is my Psychiatric Test.&lt;br /&gt;I know i not really stress about it but i don't know&lt;br /&gt;why im feeling quite restless now. Shyt! Shyt! Shyt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriends, ther're doing their own stuff. Some are repeating what&lt;br /&gt;they've studied, some are getting themself crazy, some are resting.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I bring my lappy along!&lt;br /&gt;If not, i'll sure be dozing off. Hahaha.. End school at 6pm today.&lt;br /&gt;An old friend wanna meet up but i don't feel like meeting up.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a project to do and im just waiting for the day to hang out&lt;br /&gt;with A Scorpion King. We stay nearby, yet we've not even seen each&lt;br /&gt;other before. So yeah, i'll stop here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am bored! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking BORED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5282663728072777196-6500122895026509021?l=dee-saster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/feeds/6500122895026509021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6500122895026509021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5282663728072777196/posts/default/6500122895026509021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dee-saster.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-school.html' title='At School'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02932987519302285752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bwl1zQrekrw/SmyACWhGiII/AAAAAAAAAME/axtW38Pkpmg/S220/yananaagh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
