<?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-5372121665298313260</id><updated>2011-07-08T17:55:55.561+08:00</updated><category term='done and over'/><category term='I wish my brain had a map to tell me where my heart should go.'/><category term='A.S.B'/><category term='You can talk all you want but my skin is really thick.'/><category term='NAZREEN.'/><category term='everything.'/><category term='♥ Imran;Nazie;Agnes;Muhaiminah;Geetha;Hari ♥'/><category term='So close yet so far ; *missed*'/><category term='The Last Pedal'/><category term='loosing everything.'/><category term='b****.'/><category term='The best thing is life is finding someone who knows all your mistakes and weaknesses and still thinks YOU&apos;RE COMPLETELY AMAZING.'/><category term='you.'/><category term='Blamed for something which isn&apos;t your fault ;'/><category term='I’m so sick of speaking words that no one understands.'/><category term='I wish upon a star'/><category term='ℓόΰεđ ŎŋĔš ♥'/><category term='you know whom you are. imissyou.'/><category term='alone.'/><category term='F ♥'/><category term='truly.'/><category term='with.'/><category term='The Lost Of A Childhood Friend'/><category term='Friendship.'/><title type='text'>A Little Thing Called Love,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-8950742975428225473</id><published>2010-09-07T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T16:47:46.149+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know whom you are. imissyou.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i'm sorry to eveyone out there who enjoys reading my blog , i've decided not to blog anymore. i'm sorry , but this will be last post ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;guess if you're not interested to talk, then its okay. carry on (:&lt;br /&gt;after all these years with you, i know what it is like when you're interested to talk , and when you're not. perhaps , the qualities you look in your friends , - i lack one. i know.&lt;br /&gt;and well , i knew it long ago , from the day we met perhaps. well, but then i thought things will change, but it didn't . i understood very well why i was less treated when i did exactly what others did. i lost everything, and everyone becos of you, only you, yet i let it all go, becos i still believed that you were still there. Haiz, maybe you knew my weakness, that now you toy with it. &amp;amp; thank you very much for everything you did to make my life an awesome one. (i mean it)i'm not leaving you, you're the one doing so. i'm still there , waiting to accept you in any circumstances. i love you alot , and i miss you like crazy. i miss the bond we shared , our laughter, your smile , your kind words, the times you cared alot, the times we shared everything, your concern, everything about you , dearest friend.&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing much to say , only left with tears chocking my eyes and heart.&lt;br /&gt;take care &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;your lil ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i was your eye yet you presented me with a tear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-8950742975428225473?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8950742975428225473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-sorry-to-eveyone-out-there-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8950742975428225473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8950742975428225473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-sorry-to-eveyone-out-there-who.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-5522367439313972062</id><published>2010-07-18T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T20:05:47.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The best thing is life is finding someone who knows all your mistakes and weaknesses and still thinks YOU&apos;RE COMPLETELY AMAZING.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495215706894498514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/TELtkg2X-tI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VmTwwhDdHio/s400/tumblr_l2dacqH97n1qzv4mho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.”&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/5372121665298313260-5522367439313972062?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5522367439313972062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/07/human-beings-are-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5522367439313972062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5522367439313972062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/07/human-beings-are-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/TELtkg2X-tI/AAAAAAAAAR8/VmTwwhDdHio/s72-c/tumblr_l2dacqH97n1qzv4mho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-8987450373294318174</id><published>2010-07-04T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:40:41.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I’m so sick of speaking words that no one understands.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/TDCOCwg5TuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/IS4S5FmuFds/s1600/tumblr_l4hf6dqt9g1qbt74io1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490044123798392546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/TDCOCwg5TuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/IS4S5FmuFds/s400/tumblr_l4hf6dqt9g1qbt74io1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Searching for something to hold on to,&lt;br /&gt;for something to keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for someone to hold me,&lt;br /&gt;to tell me “Everything will be okay.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-8987450373294318174?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8987450373294318174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/07/searching-for-something-to-hold-on-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8987450373294318174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8987450373294318174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/07/searching-for-something-to-hold-on-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/TDCOCwg5TuI/AAAAAAAAAR0/IS4S5FmuFds/s72-c/tumblr_l4hf6dqt9g1qbt74io1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-7985229128559162686</id><published>2010-07-04T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T22:05:48.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truly.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wish upon a star'/><title type='text'>Wish upon a star,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;काश, एक चमत्कार हो सकता है. एक चमत्कार है कि किसी ने मुझे यहाँ से दूर ले जाएगा और उनके परिवार में डाल उनके परिवार के हिस्से के रूप में, मुझे के बारे में.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Homesick.&lt;br /&gt;Because I no longer know what home is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;~ Everything seems so beautiful, with you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-7985229128559162686?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7985229128559162686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/07/wish-upon-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/7985229128559162686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/7985229128559162686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/07/wish-upon-star.html' title='Wish upon a star,'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-5858208891652133475</id><published>2010-07-04T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:42:15.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship.'/><title type='text'>Broken Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/TDCBYLQI3fI/AAAAAAAAARs/yNELaEI0g-8/s1600/tumblr_kwlfgvcI2M1qawgxeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490030198101958130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/TDCBYLQI3fI/AAAAAAAAARs/yNELaEI0g-8/s400/tumblr_kwlfgvcI2M1qawgxeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You were my friend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trusted you with everything.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that you would do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;How can you afford to see me cry,&lt;br /&gt;and left me there as if I was never part of your life…&lt;br /&gt;Lying alone in my bed, I wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you ever think of me before you sleep?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you even call my name when you miss me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I do, I really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Because I do, and I know this is true.&lt;br /&gt;When will I learn to stop.&lt;br /&gt;The moment you said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;You never said the words I wish I could hear...&lt;br /&gt;You let me go like that...&lt;br /&gt;and from that day on,&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself ; Never to love you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself sleeping too long.&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to face reality that you’ll never come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come back,&lt;br /&gt;Even if you do, it woudn’t be the same…&lt;br /&gt;You’re not the friend I used to love those days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to go away, to be happy..&lt;br /&gt;so I could mend, and accept that you’re no longer mine.&lt;br /&gt;... You’re no longer ___…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve waited too long… now it’s my time to be free…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-5858208891652133475?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5858208891652133475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/07/broken-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5858208891652133475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5858208891652133475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/07/broken-friendship.html' title='Broken Friendship'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/TDCBYLQI3fI/AAAAAAAAARs/yNELaEI0g-8/s72-c/tumblr_kwlfgvcI2M1qawgxeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-1480898867685852101</id><published>2010-05-31T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:53:04.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A.S.B'/><title type='text'>i hate you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you died tomorrow (God Forbid), you would be in my heart ,&lt;br /&gt;would i be in yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-1480898867685852101?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1480898867685852101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/1480898867685852101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/1480898867685852101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-hate-you.html' title='i hate you.'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-1743000119556337000</id><published>2010-05-19T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:35:11.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F ♥'/><title type='text'>Rainbow of joy ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_PogeHR3OI/AAAAAAAAARk/U4Lhg-Wjpxo/s1600/Photo0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472973616722336994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_PogeHR3OI/AAAAAAAAARk/U4Lhg-Wjpxo/s400/Photo0529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will use a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;flower petal&lt;/span&gt; for paper,&lt;br /&gt;and write you the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sweetest&lt;/span&gt; letter,&lt;br /&gt;you are the sultan of my &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;the sultan of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my heart&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-1743000119556337000?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1743000119556337000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/05/rainbow-of-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/1743000119556337000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/1743000119556337000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/05/rainbow-of-joy.html' title='Rainbow of joy ;'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_PogeHR3OI/AAAAAAAAARk/U4Lhg-Wjpxo/s72-c/Photo0529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-406845481565571425</id><published>2010-03-28T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:58:26.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You can talk all you want but my skin is really thick.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67vcyytdWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wSGtyxjMwOM/s1600/tumblr_kx92txRiYr1qawgxeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453559476742092130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67vcyytdWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wSGtyxjMwOM/s400/tumblr_kx92txRiYr1qawgxeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanted to tell him that I would never be sorry for loving him. That in a way I still do - that maybe I will always do. I'll never regret one single thing we did together because what we had was special. Maybe if we were ten years older it would have worked out differently. Maybe, I think, it's just that we're not meant to be.&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/5372121665298313260-406845481565571425?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/406845481565571425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanted-to-tell-him-that-i-would-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/406845481565571425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/406845481565571425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanted-to-tell-him-that-i-would-never.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67vcyytdWI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wSGtyxjMwOM/s72-c/tumblr_kx92txRiYr1qawgxeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-1914214520004796419</id><published>2010-03-28T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:33:49.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67pZyYm4oI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3Pab2qS7pbI/s1600/tumblr_kwvrrspRnQ1qah5qjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453552828023235202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67pZyYm4oI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3Pab2qS7pbI/s400/tumblr_kwvrrspRnQ1qah5qjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I know it seems like I'm this strong person who can get through anything, but inside I'm fragile. I've had so many things thrown at me, and each one has only made a crack. What I'm afraid of is, shattering;&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/5372121665298313260-1914214520004796419?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1914214520004796419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-it-seems-like-im-this-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/1914214520004796419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/1914214520004796419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-it-seems-like-im-this-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67pZyYm4oI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/3Pab2qS7pbI/s72-c/tumblr_kwvrrspRnQ1qah5qjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-6906874944635158921</id><published>2010-03-28T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:26:53.360+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67oiHm-g3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Izvp_sArQjs/s1600/tumblr_kwwhu0b7Z51qah5qjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453551871647974258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67oiHm-g3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Izvp_sArQjs/s400/tumblr_kwwhu0b7Z51qah5qjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The pain is there to remind me that i'm still alive. &amp;amp; Behind this smile is everything you'll never understand.&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/5372121665298313260-6906874944635158921?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6906874944635158921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/pain-is-there-to-remind-me-that-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6906874944635158921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6906874944635158921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/pain-is-there-to-remind-me-that-im.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67oiHm-g3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/Izvp_sArQjs/s72-c/tumblr_kwwhu0b7Z51qah5qjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-4908774642873670208</id><published>2010-03-28T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T13:21:59.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='b****.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67nVO0udyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nqvx6PD93yk/s1600/tumblr_kwtx2lDtIq1qah5qjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453550550734763810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67nVO0udyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nqvx6PD93yk/s400/tumblr_kwtx2lDtIq1qah5qjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;You ask me what's wrong and I say nothing, but as a tear falls, I say everything.&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/5372121665298313260-4908774642873670208?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4908774642873670208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-ask-me-whats-wrong-and-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/4908774642873670208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/4908774642873670208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-ask-me-whats-wrong-and-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S67nVO0udyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nqvx6PD93yk/s72-c/tumblr_kwtx2lDtIq1qah5qjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-8163203359480281066</id><published>2010-03-16T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:39:54.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NAZREEN.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S5782kdRn0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/EdwBzTt9YG8/s1600-h/tumblr_kx8s3168bW1qaxxmso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449070613594480450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S5782kdRn0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/EdwBzTt9YG8/s400/tumblr_kx8s3168bW1qaxxmso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRAGILE.&lt;/span&gt; HANDLE &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WITH CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-8163203359480281066?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8163203359480281066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/fragile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8163203359480281066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8163203359480281066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/fragile.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S5782kdRn0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/EdwBzTt9YG8/s72-c/tumblr_kx8s3168bW1qaxxmso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-282425573004281755</id><published>2010-03-15T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:14:32.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ℓόΰεđ ŎŋĔš ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S547QpbfTiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bT0bFJ79tPY/s1600-h/tumblr_kwqjdfg39r1qah5qjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448857756349976098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S547QpbfTiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bT0bFJ79tPY/s400/tumblr_kwqjdfg39r1qah5qjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and make you think I’m happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I talk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and make you think I love me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I laugh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so you don’t see me cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I look at you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and hide the pain inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel myself dying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but you see me survive;&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/5372121665298313260-282425573004281755?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/282425573004281755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-smile-and-make-you-think-im-happy-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/282425573004281755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/282425573004281755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-smile-and-make-you-think-im-happy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S547QpbfTiI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bT0bFJ79tPY/s72-c/tumblr_kwqjdfg39r1qah5qjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-8966046782387828231</id><published>2010-03-15T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:39:41.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S543KEk0fsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zlgJUsGZ7P0/s1600-h/tumblr_kx7gzrlZka1qah5qjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448853245331275458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S543KEk0fsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zlgJUsGZ7P0/s400/tumblr_kx7gzrlZka1qah5qjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic', 'sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-: minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; to laugh about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; cover it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; up with lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic', 'sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-: minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic', 'sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-: minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try to laugh about it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic', 'sans-serif'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-: minor-latinfont-family:Calibri;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hiding the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; in my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-8966046782387828231?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8966046782387828231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-try-to-laugh-about-it-cover-it-all-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8966046782387828231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8966046782387828231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-try-to-laugh-about-it-cover-it-all-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S543KEk0fsI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zlgJUsGZ7P0/s72-c/tumblr_kx7gzrlZka1qah5qjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-4967065738939034304</id><published>2010-03-15T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T21:22:45.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So close yet so far ; *missed*'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S54z-7WJEWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pAsfzqvZUxQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kwujs73Y451qathvho1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448849755340345698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S54z-7WJEWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pAsfzqvZUxQ/s400/tumblr_kwujs73Y451qathvho1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I walk around with a smile on my face all day, but inside im frowning and wishing you would understand. I give you a friendly hug, and I remember when those hugs meant something more to you. I pretend to like this new girl, but I hate her. She took you away from me and now I want to die. I cant compare to her because shes so beautiful. Shes your buddy and shes as close to perfect as it gets. So, while you think we’re still good friends, i'll be crying every night. You might think im happy, but i'm not gonna be okay;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-4967065738939034304?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4967065738939034304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-walk-around-with-smile-on-my-face-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/4967065738939034304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/4967065738939034304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-walk-around-with-smile-on-my-face-all.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S54z-7WJEWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/pAsfzqvZUxQ/s72-c/tumblr_kwujs73Y451qathvho1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-3309472493422713286</id><published>2010-02-10T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:39:57.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I wish my brain had a map to tell me where my heart should go.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S3KnZvAHcrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TCEbyWmHX60/s1600-h/tumblr_kxbd6c6TPO1qawgxeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436591760745132722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S3KnZvAHcrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TCEbyWmHX60/s400/tumblr_kxbd6c6TPO1qawgxeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; it definately did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do i feel so empty inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do i feel so unwanted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do i feel so useless?&lt;br /&gt;Why do i feel so cheated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do i feel like giving up on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why was i hoping for something to happen when , it never will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where have i gone wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;What am i doing wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why am i so stupid to believe that something might just happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why did i even listen to you guys in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you're trying to help me, but now it's getting worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why am i.so.freaking.stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436591755134315330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S3KnZaGZK0I/AAAAAAAAAP0/H0mjv6Lyx2o/s400/tumblr_kx2ka2kHO31qaxxmso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost and Broken ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smiling on the outside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hurt beneath my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My eyes are fading&lt;br /&gt;My soul is bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll try to make it seem ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my faith is wearing thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Help me heal these wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;They've been open for way too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Help me fill this soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though this is not your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But i'm open -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And now my heart is an open wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When i'm losing my control, the city spins around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;you're the only one who knows, you slow it down.&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/5372121665298313260-3309472493422713286?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3309472493422713286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-definately-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/3309472493422713286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/3309472493422713286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-definately-did.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S3KnZvAHcrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/TCEbyWmHX60/s72-c/tumblr_kxbd6c6TPO1qawgxeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-6393798689624800155</id><published>2010-02-03T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:27:25.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loosing everything.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S2quOGz0o3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/OG8sHSnGtpI/s1600-h/tumblr_kwvrw8bUti1qah5qjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434347457745298290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S2quOGz0o3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/OG8sHSnGtpI/s320/tumblr_kwvrw8bUti1qah5qjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;I just want to lock myself up and hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;myself and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic', 'sans-serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;cry over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-6393798689624800155?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6393798689624800155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-want-to-lock-myself-up-and-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6393798689624800155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6393798689624800155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-want-to-lock-myself-up-and-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S2quOGz0o3I/AAAAAAAAAOo/OG8sHSnGtpI/s72-c/tumblr_kwvrw8bUti1qah5qjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-2876558085346433083</id><published>2010-01-30T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:17:55.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='done and over'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yay-yay*&lt;/em&gt; Finally got the time to update my blog !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*jumps around in joy*&lt;/em&gt; hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First post of 2010. And it's my O' levels year. What a great joy. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes I just wonder. Why do some people get everything &amp;amp; everyone they want when there's so many flaws in them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, no matter how much we complain about something that we despise, we just have to move on and adapt to situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, you have to be in someone's shoes to understand how they feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we laugh it off at first and don't realise the impact of it when it hits us in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, not everyone we meet become our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, it is good to think back of the past and see how far we have come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we have to have faith in Karma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we think revenge is the best soultion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, Ms.Lonely becomes our best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, it just isn't fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we just have to accept things that come our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Somethimes in life, we prefer to have things the way they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we wish we were appreciated more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we want our efforts to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we follow the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we wonder what we want for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we loss the ones we love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, our loved one lose us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimesi n life, its good to suit others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, its better to be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, there's love at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, there's love when we don;t expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we mistreat the ones who love us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we treasure those who don't give a shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we don't care when we're having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we know when things are going to suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we try to look on the bright side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we wish we were all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we wish for someone to understand us perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we say we're fine when we're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we take a long time to figure out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;meaning of &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess thats all i have for now. But maybe its not the "we" but "me" - "Nazreen."&lt;br /&gt;Hais, will look forward to things this year (:&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Nazreen.&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/5372121665298313260-2876558085346433083?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2876558085346433083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-yay-finally-got-time-to-update-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/2876558085346433083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/2876558085346433083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2010/01/yay-yay-finally-got-time-to-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-6847422985830980152</id><published>2009-12-18T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T16:00:41.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥ Imran;Nazie;Agnes;Muhaiminah;Geetha;Hari ♥'/><title type='text'>When you're not told the truth, it turns your memories into lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you're not told the rtuth, it turns your memories into lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417594095361247314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/Sy8pIEdCyFI/AAAAAAAAANw/0IK9hVmQ2uo/s320/Special.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416565748530579666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SyuB2Z-2iNI/AAAAAAAAANo/ww-J3bnfnIg/s320/2ywvhir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm about to find out what it feels like to go to bed alone, and with tears streaming down my face. I hate this. Its becoming harder for me day by day, but i'm just telling myself its gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever wanted anything so badly that you're willing to kill to get it, or even, kill yourself if you don't? That's me right now. At this very moment, on the brink of life and death, ready to give it all up over a dream that may not come true. I may be exaggerating abit, but damn did that feel good to say. It definately did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As tears well up, I can only say that I don't know how to handle all of these. I'm just drifting away form everyone. I refuse to get into the deatils of it all because poeple that i know may be reading this and i refuse to let them into my life if they arn't already an intimate part of it. But i feel like all i've done for the past 3 or so years is friging, and i hate myself over. It's really a sucky feeling to have, but it's the one feeling that hasn't left my being since my freshman year in secondary school. The really agonizing part is feeling this over and over again and knowing that i've journeyed too far to make a viable change in my deplorable situation. The constant depression that washes over me at times like this makes me want to die and I feel as if my last reserves of oxygen have been stripped from me, and I am gasping for what will never be mine again. Ever. I'm trying my best to be strong, but everytime, i'm just giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I question my intentions, and look for alternatives, oftentimes coming up empty-handed, I feel alone. Alone, even though I have people supposedly by my side, it’s inevitable that I always feel alone in all of this. At times, i wish, someone would care enough to bear with me for this one outburst. But whenever i look around, I’m just left alone. No one quite cares. I hate that what I portray outwardly to others isn’t what gets handed back to me in return, I ALWAYS come up short. Always. And dammit it’s frustrating. So frustrating that I want to stop what i feel in anyway that’s the quickest and the most pain-free. That would be true bliss. Floating away from it all … But then I remember…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kept getting told by people, ‘it will be alright’ or ‘everything will work out,’ tat advice, and honestly, those who tell me dismissive shit like that. It’s annoying as hell. Those who say that say that only when they KNOW they’re in a good place in their lives and just feel sympathetic for those who are not. Screw off. I only listen to those who can honestly tell me from experience that things will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Have you lived what I’m feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;No? - Jump in a lake.&lt;br /&gt;Yes? - Hand me a tissue and when I’m ready we’ll talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Likely, at this point of time, a hug isn’t going to make the situation better either, so those who offer a hug in an attempt to make things ‘better’ are fooling themselves more than they are me, so please don’t do it. Don't mistake me, but i'm not in the situation. I bet you the moment you're gonna hug me, there my tears rolls down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try. God knows I try to make this all better, but as the minute and hour hands slip away from my grasp, I panic. When I panic, I only work harder to improve myself, only to repeatedly come up short, once again. Surprise, surprise. I should be used to this by now, but I’m not and I refuse to just settle with what I get, but, I cannot seem to do better for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I supposed to do now? I have no one to talk to about this, and the people who think they can help just need to realize that they can’t do anything for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing and no one can make me feel better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts me alot ... ... ... But i know you've got your own reasons for doing so. Sometimes saying nothing is better than saying something.&lt;br /&gt;My life is like a broken glass, its shattered into a million pieces, and i'm scared to pick any up, in case i get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I always thought that looking back on the tears would make me laugh, but I never thought that looking back on the laughs would make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Its not about those who are real, to your face ; Its about those who stay real, behind your back. &amp;amp; I trust that you belong to the latter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss you both, already missing all of you. Once again, I just wanted to remind you both, perhaps, all of you:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The memories you gave me will live within me till my last breath ♥ You gave my life a reason to flow. Now, without you it's not gonna be complete. No matter how far you've gone, just remember I'll still be there for you &amp;amp; I LOVE YOU ALOT. You can take my last breath, but don't break me apart. I mean every single word. Trust my words. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one request:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll need you always, &amp;amp; be there when I need you, because in order to have friends you must be the first one. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥ МϊŠşĨŋĢ Mŷ ℓόΰεđ ŎŋĔš βάđℓұ ♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-6847422985830980152?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6847422985830980152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-youre-not-told-truth-it-turns-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6847422985830980152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6847422985830980152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-youre-not-told-truth-it-turns-your.html' title='When you&apos;re not told the truth, it turns your memories into lies.'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/Sy8pIEdCyFI/AAAAAAAAANw/0IK9hVmQ2uo/s72-c/Special.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-752227682591558506</id><published>2009-12-08T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:46:26.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just when someone asked me a question, it has been stuck in my mind for some time, and now I've decided to share with all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Question:[in general] Do you prefer to be someone's girl, or be the person's best friend? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Answered: A persons' best friend - a close confidante, well-wisher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz, as one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*I can listen to him although I can't give soultions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears, but together we will search for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*I can't change his past with all its heartache and pain, nor the future with its untold stories, but I can be there now when he need me to care. - Not only when he needs but always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;*I can't keep his feet from stumbling but I can offer my hand, and he may grasp it and not fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*His joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine; yet I can share in his laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*His decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge; But I can support him, encourage him and help him always. Never to neglect a single one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;*I can't prevent him from falling away, from friendship, from me. But I can pray for him, talk to him and wait for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*I can't give him boundaries which I have determined, but I can give him the room to change, room to grow, room to be himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*I can't keep his heart from breaking, and hurting but I can cry with him and help him pick up the pieces and put them back in place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;*I can't tell him who he is, but I can love him, be his friend, and promise not to leave his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today I found a few friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who knew everything I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;They knew my every weakness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And the problem I've been dealt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;They understood my wonders,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And listened to my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;They listened to how I felt about life and love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And knew what it all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Not once did they interrupt me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or tell me I was wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;They understood what I was going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And promised they'd stay long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I reached out to these friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To show them that I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To pull them close and let them know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;How much I need them there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I went to hold their hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;To pull them abit nearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;And realised that this perfect friend I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Was nothing but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The one who understands me fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*It feels like you're slipping, slipping away from me*&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/5372121665298313260-752227682591558506?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/752227682591558506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-when-someone-asked-me-question-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/752227682591558506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/752227682591558506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-when-someone-asked-me-question-it.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-5810682365207597508</id><published>2009-12-04T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:59:16.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blamed for something which isn&apos;t your fault ;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When nothing seems right, and everything seems wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Just when the time comes where you can't differentiate between BF {Best Friends} &amp;amp; BF {Betrayer Friends} ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-5810682365207597508?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5810682365207597508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-nothing-seems-right-and-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5810682365207597508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5810682365207597508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-nothing-seems-right-and-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-1453816749722416419</id><published>2009-12-04T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:10:00.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;{*Just when you feel there is no one to care about you*}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;{*The worst feeling on the planet is knowing nobody, not even yourself, cares about you*}&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/5372121665298313260-1453816749722416419?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1453816749722416419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-when-you-feel-there-is-no-one-to_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/1453816749722416419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/1453816749722416419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-when-you-feel-there-is-no-one-to_04.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-6761783312766641419</id><published>2009-12-01T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:56:21.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi-OIcLWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5ciNzDwkGuY/s1600-h/15966_199123862568_526042568_3187840_8138493_nedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410620823417138530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi-OIcLWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5ciNzDwkGuY/s320/15966_199123862568_526042568_3187840_8138493_nedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi9Wv0kDI/AAAAAAAAANI/zmAF0Ip8b6c/s1600-h/15966_199123892568_526042568_3187844_3213757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410620808549929010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi9Wv0kDI/AAAAAAAAANI/zmAF0Ip8b6c/s320/15966_199123892568_526042568_3187844_3213757_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi9MK3w9I/AAAAAAAAANA/cSHZKc74OX0/s1600-h/11533_185787074726_843249726_2783167_2098166_nedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410620805710595026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi9MK3w9I/AAAAAAAAANA/cSHZKc74OX0/s320/11533_185787074726_843249726_2783167_2098166_nedited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi8wxuqkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xZm90nVHPN8/s1600-h/10863_197077993088_755678088_2932139_6873234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410620798357383746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi8wxuqkI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xZm90nVHPN8/s320/10863_197077993088_755678088_2932139_6873234_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi8DjpzII/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXhzNSIK9rY/s1600-h/10855_1284842685772_1371274004_30806157_5164926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410620786218749058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi8DjpzII/AAAAAAAAAMw/HXhzNSIK9rY/s320/10855_1284842685772_1371274004_30806157_5164926_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wees, back from Aussie !&lt;br /&gt;Aussie was awesome ! :D Gee, i still remember the slightest memories over there. That tells how much i enjoyed my stay in Australia ! [: It was a fun &amp;amp; enjoyable trip. It's summer in Australia, but the wind that blows, just feels so soothing. A totally different atmosphere, with different people, different culture etc ... In total, Aussie was GREAT ! Hehe, i better not brag &amp;amp; make you guys bored. Instead of writing a whole chunk of what actually happend in Aussie, i thought of describing Aussie in just a few words; And that describes all ; Hope you like it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFTLY SINGS SWEET SUMMER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[P.S. I miss them all]&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/5372121665298313260-6761783312766641419?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6761783312766641419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/wees-back-from-aussie-aussie-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6761783312766641419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6761783312766641419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/12/wees-back-from-aussie-aussie-was.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SxZi-OIcLWI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5ciNzDwkGuY/s72-c/15966_199123862568_526042568_3187840_8138493_nedited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-648438890734357011</id><published>2009-10-19T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:49:12.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394674847090691618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/St28MPOTTiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y1YPDwDqinQ/s320/Friendship.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wrote this poem so that I could try and lift my spirits when I miss my loved ones very much. To suffer loss is such an awful experience, sometimes you have to experience bad times to know how a good time feels. I try to remember the good times, coz you'll need them to be able to look back and smile ; &lt;em&gt;In My Life, There are places I remember all my Life, though some have changed. Some forever, not for better. And some have gone, and some remain. All these places have their moments though I know I'll never lose affection for people and things that went before, I know I'll often stop and think about them. In my Life I Love them all ; Very Much ; Alot ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ ♥ Nazie ♥ Imran ♥ Geetha ♥ Muhaiminah ♥ Hari ♥ Agnes ♥ ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My Memory Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Imagine if I was given one moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just a single slice of my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I would hold it close forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And that moment would always last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I would put the moment in a safe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Within my hearts abode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I will open it when I wanted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And only I would know the code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I I could choose a time for laughing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff99;"&gt;A time of happiness and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I could choose a time that tired me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Through eveything I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I sat and thought about what moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Would always make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;One that would always push me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;To walk that extra mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;If I'm feeling sad and low,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Id I'm strugging with what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;If I an go and open my little safe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And watch my moment through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;There are moments I can think of,&lt;br /&gt;That would lift my sprits everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;The moments when you picked me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;When the road was hard to climb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;For me to only pick one moment,&lt;br /&gt;To cherish, save and keep,&lt;br /&gt;Is proving really difficult,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;As I've gathered up a heap !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've dug deep inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Found the safe and looked inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;There was room for lots of moments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;In fact hundreds if I tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm building my own little library,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Embedded in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;For all the moments spent with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Before you had to part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can open it up whenever I like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pick a moment and watch it through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My little library acts as a promise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'll never ever forget you ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;♥ Nazreen Begam ♥ &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/5372121665298313260-648438890734357011?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/648438890734357011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wrote-this-poem-so-that-i-could-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/648438890734357011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/648438890734357011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wrote-this-poem-so-that-i-could-try.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/St28MPOTTiI/AAAAAAAAAMo/y1YPDwDqinQ/s72-c/Friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-2675591201602916745</id><published>2009-10-14T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:50:44.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/StXIZMAcT9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KE7VUlSho3U/s1600-h/180487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392436463891402706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/StXIZMAcT9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KE7VUlSho3U/s320/180487.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Many Unsaid Things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;There were so many things I did not say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;When I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The things I think about each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Would take you by surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The wonders of what we could share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Still powder in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I wondered if I could tell you how much I cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I guess I ran out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now your face is not stopping me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;From telling you how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maybe this is the way it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So I'll try and keep it real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I always felt as if my heart was on trial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And now it's a thing of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I want that love we once shared again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If it was ever there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I know that I had loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But did you really care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sometimes I wish you would talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;About the things you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Then maybe someday I'll understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;How you've learned to deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I've often wondered what it would be like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;To feel your warm embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;To kiss your soft sweet lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Or have your touch upon my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But now I am gone and I'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;How wonderful it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;To have the sweetest love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;That you would share with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;So many things I think about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You probably never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Many unsaid things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;That I have never told you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-2675591201602916745?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/2675591201602916745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-your-nearness-takes-my-breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/2675591201602916745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/2675591201602916745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-your-nearness-takes-my-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/StXIZMAcT9I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/KE7VUlSho3U/s72-c/180487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-6565550357847526182</id><published>2009-10-14T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:35:18.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/StXE6MIE9QI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rrnudNT-3o4/s1600-h/21ebc3789b4ddffba11f.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392432632812598530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/StXE6MIE9QI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rrnudNT-3o4/s320/21ebc3789b4ddffba11f.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIFE WOULD BE "ROSES OF RED"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you would love and cherish me&lt;br /&gt;through years that lie ahead,&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully for eternity,&lt;br /&gt;"Life would be roses red".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To have you and to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;and learn the meaning of a thrill,&lt;br /&gt;to fall into your arms in springtime&lt;br /&gt;and oh, to know you love me still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Within my heart, choirs would sing&lt;br /&gt;whilst I held you by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;we could dance across the meadow,&lt;br /&gt;and down to the golden sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If you would love and cherish me&lt;br /&gt;through years that lie ahead,&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully, for eternity,&lt;br /&gt;"Life would be roses red".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**I LOVE YOU, With all my heart,**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-6565550357847526182?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6565550357847526182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-would-be-roses-of-red-if-you-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6565550357847526182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6565550357847526182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-would-be-roses-of-red-if-you-would.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/StXE6MIE9QI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rrnudNT-3o4/s72-c/21ebc3789b4ddffba11f.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-3731494114410172926</id><published>2009-10-14T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:29:19.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/StXEDDlggVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZ1-7Aayjuk/s1600-h/31082009(057)-editeded+final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392431685627314514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/StXEDDlggVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZ1-7Aayjuk/s320/31082009(057)-editeded+final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a dream last night,&lt;br /&gt;of being there with you.&lt;br /&gt;Your arms were warm around me,&lt;br /&gt;strong yet gentle too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your soul,&lt;br /&gt;deep in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Someone was there,&lt;br /&gt;but it wasnt a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name was written across it,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were looking out.&lt;br /&gt;There in your precious soul,&lt;br /&gt;my love a home had found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It filled my heart with warmth,&lt;br /&gt;enough to keep us both.&lt;br /&gt;There it was nourished,&lt;br /&gt;within the soul loves grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up wishing,&lt;br /&gt;wanting it to be true.&lt;br /&gt;I know you live in mine,&lt;br /&gt;and I long to live in yours too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-3731494114410172926?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3731494114410172926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish-i-had-dream-last-night-of-being.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/3731494114410172926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/3731494114410172926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish-i-had-dream-last-night-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/StXEDDlggVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MZ1-7Aayjuk/s72-c/31082009(057)-editeded+final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-8938377999785567967</id><published>2009-10-14T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:08:34.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Finally a full stop to exams for this year ! Hopefully I've done pretty well to get myself through next year O's !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jia-Yo ! Hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, still have headstart classes to prepare for O's ...&lt;br /&gt;I hope it goes smoothly, and most importantly, I can fit everything in my head !&lt;br /&gt;Aights, buzzing off ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-8938377999785567967?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8938377999785567967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-full-stop-to-exams-for-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8938377999785567967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8938377999785567967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-full-stop-to-exams-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-4212564741969159794</id><published>2009-09-10T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:14:22.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Silly Little Wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I looked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw a shooting star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw a shooting star in the dark sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a wish to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I looked down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw a penny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw a penny on the gravel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a wish to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked to the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I looked to the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw birthday candles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw birthday candles on a lavender cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a wish to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I looked to the left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw a dandelion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw a dandelion on the lawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a wish to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I look straight ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I see you right here in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I made a wish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;And it came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Friend once asked me if I do love you. I answered "Yes!" She asked me again, "Does he love you?" then I sat down, look at the stars and closed my eyes. "Wishes do come true right?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-4212564741969159794?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4212564741969159794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/silly-little-wish-i-looked-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/4212564741969159794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/4212564741969159794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/silly-little-wish-i-looked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-5859873374179233479</id><published>2009-09-09T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:01:44.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/Sqh5fSWYSoI/AAAAAAAAALw/SRVcMVgGTLo/s1600-h/Life+as+i+see+it.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379683333302667906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/Sqh5fSWYSoI/AAAAAAAAALw/SRVcMVgGTLo/s320/Life+as+i+see+it.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voices Of My Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I think about Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all its negative things,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scary thoughts occur,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great fears it brings, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dealing with friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who betrayed your trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Standing alone in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From dawn to dusk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Losing the guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With whom I wished to share my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaves me with eyes like clouds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tears like streams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With family members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Arguing from day to night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Makes me want to run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From that unplesant sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School is hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doing work I don't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walking down a road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holding no future in my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My world is dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Empty and confused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feeling angry, frustrated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And completely used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything is unclear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I only see death on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Life isn't worth living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It should be taken away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But then there's a small voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That suddenly appears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking all around ... I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't seem to find it anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This little voice said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There's a whole lot more to Life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone goes through joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness, Pain and Strife.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are people who love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And you will meet ew friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eveyday is a new experience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's just a matter of where and when."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is when i calm down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And begin to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After all, Life can be good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And have its positive things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can have an education,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I'm willing to learn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My future is along the road ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Considering which way i turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Betrayed, Denied and Used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But people will know my importance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depending on the kind of people I choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not having a boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't the end of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's not worth loving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If he leaves you for another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its normal for a family to argue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause that's how they compromise.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I had thought problems can't be solved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, I wasn't very wise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This little voice saved my Life - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Didn't keep me and the world apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's when I realise this voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is the "Voice of my Heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With Love, ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5372121665298313260-5859873374179233479?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5859873374179233479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/voices-of-my-heart-when-i-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5859873374179233479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5859873374179233479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/09/voices-of-my-heart-when-i-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/Sqh5fSWYSoI/AAAAAAAAALw/SRVcMVgGTLo/s72-c/Life+as+i+see+it.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-6323137036976250206</id><published>2009-08-05T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:19:50.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Just%20For%20Fun/Rainbows/DSC00906-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Just%20For%20Fun/Rainbows/DSC00906-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You were the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;, at the end of the stom&lt;br /&gt;You helped me different when I shouldn't conform;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you ever felt a friendship was for real only to find out that the person really does not care for you? It is during the time in my life where I was faced with the reality that people are not whom they seem to be. I have always tried to take people at value, but I have realized that in most circumstances people have underlining meanings for the words and actions they use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Specifically, it reflects a particular friend that I had, that used to get something, someone, they wanted and caused a lot of heart ache for me. Maybe the situation was cleared, but if he/she tries to mend the friendship, and, of course, it would be unsuccessful. Because, that was when I came to realize your true colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRUE COLOURS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The blood was shed&lt;br /&gt;It will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Feel the intruding lead&lt;br /&gt;That hangs my head in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drainage not on my hands&lt;br /&gt;But flows down my back&lt;br /&gt;It was only in the sands&lt;br /&gt;Where you planned your attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Executed without flaws&lt;br /&gt;With no issue at hand&lt;br /&gt;You dug deep with your claws&lt;br /&gt;Into a faceless land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face full of lies&lt;br /&gt;When you greet me at that place&lt;br /&gt;I see through your disguise&lt;br /&gt;And reject your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wound you try to heal&lt;br /&gt;Is now a gaping maw&lt;br /&gt;Your words can never conceal&lt;br /&gt;The true colors I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You didn’t even bother when I did. And I realized, you did everything for the sake of something. Have you ever thought what you did was right? You didn’t like it when others did that to you, but today, you are doing it to me. You didn’t like it when someone tries to come between you and your friends, and break the relationship. But why did you do that to me? You just came in from nowhere, and today, you stole everything, and everyone from me, slowly, and steadily. Have you felt or either thought about it; being you taking my friends away from me? It’s beyond words. The pain is cutting me, like a hundred stabbing knives. My breath is getting shorter …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well, as for you, as he/she took you away from me, you just left me all alone… You didn’t bother to look back, coz, the one who came yesterday became more important to you than how well you knew me. Isn’t it? You can’t deny, cause your actions showed up. How stupid of me to being trusted you. When you speak the words, “ I care for you,” I know it hurts. When you say the words, “ I missed you,” it really really hurts. But when you say the words, “I love you,” the more it hurts because deep in my heart I know that those words don’t belong to me and that makes my heart to be in hurt. My voice is so soft for you to hear. My actions are too weak for you too see. But only if you had listen carefully, you’ll heart the sound of my heart that says, “From now till forever, I’ll always be here for you.” I hide my tears when i see you, but the pain in my heart is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Late at night, I cry these tears away, wondering what I can do or what I can say. Cause it seems to me that without me, you can still get though. But I’ll tell you this, you may not need me, but I still need you! It is realizing that I’m loosing the person whom I gather the strength from, so don’t ever go, I’m not that strong. I always told myself, love, be it in any way, from me to you – like a siblings love, that love wants one to be happy even if I am not part of that happiness. If making you you happy means letting go, I’ll do so. I will feel like hell, but at least you are in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sometimes, I do picture myself as a tiny insignificant star, chasing after a beautiful moon. But little did I know, that I was followed and loved by a patient cloud. And that was you. I wondered why stars still shine even if I am sad; I wondered why birds still fly even when I cry. I wondered why the sun still smiles even if I am blue. Then, I realized, maybe because the world’s telling me that I still have you. But today I don’t know? – Whether you are still there? I hope you can hear my whispers, because it is the whispers of secrets in my ear, hoping that no one could hear. Besides all that, the last thing I could say to you,*If you were the one who had hurt me, it wouldn’t really matter. The truth is, you can slit my throat, and with my last breath, I would still apologize for bleeding on your shirt, For you I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;MORE THAN NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Forgive me for thinking I meant more than nothing&lt;br /&gt;More than nothing…&lt;br /&gt;Or at least more than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got my head entwined in fake happiness&lt;br /&gt;In nothing more than wishful bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nothing less than a straining twists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what’s real and what’s not&lt;br /&gt;Of my emotions caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in something unfamiliar…&lt;br /&gt;Something lovely, yet peculiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something horrid, wishing to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Be told you have it all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wishing for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m lost, I’m found&lt;br /&gt;Life turned around&lt;br /&gt;World upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*I don't miss you, i miss the person i thought you were*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-6323137036976250206?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6323137036976250206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-came-into-my-life-like-r-i-n-b-o-w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6323137036976250206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6323137036976250206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-came-into-my-life-like-r-i-n-b-o-w.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-6885507833401988938</id><published>2009-08-04T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:57:39.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes in Life, I feel betrayed and all alone, like everything is a lie. Trapped in a world or rage and pain and you can only see red though my eyes. With tear stained cheeks, through blood shot eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No one seems to see when I am going through this time, or understand why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have heard people saying, that the say past is past. My tears have been frozen cause of trying to stop it from falling, for pretending not to be hurt about something. But I’ve always thought are they doing this for my own good or … Just for their own selfness?? For the very lightest thing to the very broadest one, they take it all, and decide it all … Form A to Z. – My life, my education, my ambition, my personal stuffs, my clothing, my entertainment, even myself. All that you focus on is only studies, studies, &amp;amp; studies. From home to school, and from school back home. You think I can still survive? When my own blood gets the same way as any ordinary human can get, I don’t understand why can’t I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or maybe what people say around me, probably what you said too was true? – I was never one; I was picked from the rubbish bin? Have you ever spare a thought about me?, about my life?, about my future?, about my social life? I guess never, NEVER. From the vey start when I learned about things around me, till today, this second, you only did everything you liked as you wished and everything you THOUGHT would be good; But you never spared a thought of whether I liked it. You were always against what I said, and something which I realize, - Why do you want me to listen to you, why do you think you are always on the right path? – and when it takes just one second to prove me that you are wrong. You want me listen to you, yes, I did. But when you are in the wrong, why don’t you accept it? You just kept denying. I was never given a chance to express myself. I did everything because it was told to be done by you, it wasn’t done for the sake of me, instead I was simply being forced by you. I have never felt satisfied doing those things, and taking up the very lightest job. It does applies to my life too. You have always been against me, never beside me, never encouraged me ... You just wanted everything all by your means. I do have dreams, like any ordinary human could every have. How can I pursue my dreams, and ambition, when I don’t get things done by the way I want? All I could do was to hold back my tears and force myself to get into it. She was so special, unlike me. The unluckiest girl who have born on earth. I am just the little kid. Who’s treated unfairly and always picked on. Too bad this is all true. I sigh to think I have to wake up every dawn. If there is going to be anyone else in my shoes, I know what would have happen, but I didn’t do anything which anyone else would have done. But I will just say thanks … Thanks for all you have done for me. My last words, you changed my happiness into sorrows and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;If these walls could talk,&lt;br /&gt;You’d know my body is dead.&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been taken over&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m so scared&lt;br /&gt;I can’t control it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Fear is making me blind,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve left here all on my own&lt;br /&gt;Chained to a hate of some kind&lt;br /&gt;If these walls could talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If these walls could talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You’d know about my fears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;About all those nights I screamed for help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;About all my fallen tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You’d know about the demons,&lt;br /&gt;Haunting me at night –&lt;br /&gt;You’d be able to help me&lt;br /&gt;Keep my fire alight,&lt;br /&gt;If these walls could talk;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;If these walls could talk,&lt;br /&gt;They would say that it’s alright.&lt;br /&gt;God send you in disguise of His anglesto look over me at night&lt;br /&gt;They’d encourage me&lt;br /&gt;Say though I am alone&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t mean I’m on my own … &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep Breaths, &amp;amp; inside pain ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-6885507833401988938?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6885507833401988938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-in-life-i-feel-betrayed-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6885507833401988938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6885507833401988938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-in-life-i-feel-betrayed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-5403455657087727477</id><published>2009-07-15T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:56:13.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmLd879g46I/AAAAAAAAALY/QU8gfkzVJuE/s1600-h/15+b%27dae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360090545481900962" style="DISPLAY: block; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmLXuuo2ujI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TgleLx9mTow/s320/6254_114729610944_664485944_2256486_3124623_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmLXupqvKII/AAAAAAAAAJY/M21OF_Rt69A/s1600-h/6254_114729915944_664485944_2256488_3821360_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360083702983370882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmLXupqvKII/AAAAAAAAAJY/M21OF_Rt69A/s320/6254_114729915944_664485944_2256488_3821360_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmF3cQhYKrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FPHWVSC5ngc/s1600-h/6254_114729920944_664485944_2256489_5048615_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359696358902606514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmF3cQhYKrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FPHWVSC5ngc/s320/6254_114729920944_664485944_2256489_5048615_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359696351401504130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmF3b0k-bYI/AAAAAAAAAII/N1bKZoLdqs8/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My Brithday Gifts,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmF3bub1qZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/b4XH9TQq3jw/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359696349752568210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmF3bub1qZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/b4XH9TQq3jw/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmF3bdvtoNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ywszhYsLLvo/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359696345272525010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmF3bdvtoNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ywszhYsLLvo/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back-card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nothing can make a person feel more special than how you guys throwed a suprise birthday party for me! Can you imagine I have no clue that my friends are planning a surprise birthday party right under my nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, my lil dearest friends gave me suprise birthday party today! It was the best ever birthday party with my loved ones! Hehe, and it was so realistic that you guys made up the story so well, &amp;amp; i didn't even get a slightest suspect! I've got no words to describe how thankfull, and how amazed I am. I was so speechless at that moment! I am really touched ! I don't think even a million talks would fulfill how mush mesmerised I was. Its not the first time that i realise i've got such awesome, heaven sent friends! You guys made my dayy! I love you all tons! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Once again, thank you very much dearest, :&lt;br /&gt;Nazie, Imran, Geetha, Muhaiminah, Sharmila,&lt;br /&gt;Srees, Agnes, Khalil &amp;amp; others who have contributed in a way or another (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yours Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;Nazreen Begam ♥&lt;/span&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-5403455657087727477?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5403455657087727477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brithday-gifts-d-back-card-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5403455657087727477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5403455657087727477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-brithday-gifts-d-back-card-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SmLd879g46I/AAAAAAAAALY/QU8gfkzVJuE/s72-c/15+b%27dae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-9024321611943440086</id><published>2009-07-14T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:32:58.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes there times where little misunderstandings that came by, but we were together to face them. It was one of the fun and happiest moments that I really did share when you were around fooling away. But today, you stood apart. I'm really sorry if I did anything wrong, Hari. I didn't mean it, neither did I expect it to end this way. Whatever that happened, I still want you to remember that, I am still your friend. Anything that comes by, I am sure I will be there for you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This may sound like a breakup. However, losing a very close friend is sometimes worst than a breakup. Someone I truly thought whould be there no matter what. Never did I thought he will let me down as I fall ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;DEFECTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You left me a scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A scar that will never fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Deep inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You left your mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wasn't strong enough to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But I was too weak to smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I couldn't reach for your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When you had your back turned on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I had too much pride to hide from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;But I didn't have enough courage to run to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I couldn't speak up to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;When you were no longer around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You left me a scar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;A scar that will never heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Too deep inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You stabbed my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It hurts as I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;And it bleeds as I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was too young to accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I was too old to ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I couldn't fix this problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When I was the only one that cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;It hurts as I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;And it bleeds as I care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;I was too naive to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;But I'm too wise to continue ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*I'm sorry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow. We must fall in order to know. Sometimes our vision is only clear after our eyes are washed away with tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;♥ МϊŠşĨŋĢ Mŷ ℓόΰεđ ŎŋĔš βάđℓұ ♥&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/5372121665298313260-9024321611943440086?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/9024321611943440086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-there-times-where-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/9024321611943440086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/9024321611943440086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-there-times-where-little.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-330667740252404332</id><published>2009-07-12T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T16:55:53.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm85/emilysupporter101/photography/swings2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The fun times we shared,&lt;br /&gt;the memories that can never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;nor erased (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Living For the Moment ! ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;When you smile tears roll down my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;For you are an angel that can never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;You brightened up my days with your beautiful words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Take away my fears that get me walking backwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You took me to a place inside where I never thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;A place with happiness, grace and endless harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;A place where a medows green extends for miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A place where all hurt is replaced with beautiful smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;You let me fly so peacefully, I will never let you hurt nor let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will fly with you forever ; Right through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;You are my angel sent from Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And the memories we have will never be erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;*To you I owe, My Life I lend, For inreturn I promise a friend*&lt;br /&gt;::: Nazie♥ Imran♥ Geetha♥ Muhaiminah♥ Hari♥ Agnes♥ :::&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/5372121665298313260-330667740252404332?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/330667740252404332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-times-we-shared-memories-that-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/330667740252404332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/330667740252404332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-times-we-shared-memories-that-can.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm85/emilysupporter101/photography/th_swings2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-8788980022702790549</id><published>2009-06-29T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:40:27.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;When someday you realise that someone dear to you has betrayed you, then you'll realise the same pain that I am going through. I have got no reasons to complain neither to do the same thing that you've done to me. If I am also going to do it that way, there won't be any difference between me and you. You've hurt me unknowingly or knowingly, but that didn't matter. Once I'm gone, I'm gone ... If only you realize your mistakes you'd know why I'm gone. And when you start to miss me, remember that you let me go ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It was about sadness, betrayal, and pain. But most importantly it was about the lesson which one way or another I have learnt. Not always but unfortunately not never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE FRIEND WHO WAS NEVER A FRIEND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;There were times in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Nobody could ever break the bond between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now I realize how wrong I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I called you my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But you hurt me and I will never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;The pain inside, ache my heart, and tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Looking back at those happy years of friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I sigh; there is nothing else I can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You hurt me before, but I forgave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoping it was just a mistake, accidental action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But now I realized it was never about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was you from the start ambitious and self-centered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ready to do everything just to get what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;You called yourself my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I trusted, I believed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I learned my lesson the hard way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;But now thanks to you I will never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;The pain inside, the ache in my heart and the tears in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;And they will remind me forever and always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;The friend who was never a friend ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-8788980022702790549?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8788980022702790549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-someday-you-realise-that-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8788980022702790549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8788980022702790549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-someday-you-realise-that-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-7488904531545351847</id><published>2009-06-29T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:23:53.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;26 June 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Woo-Hoo ! Holla there ! I'm back after a loooonggg loooonggg time! &amp;amp; I've got alot to blogg about ! Bear with me yeahh ? Hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently on the 25th of June my grandpa's 40th ended, and it's my birthday! Hmms, was a lil sad that I didn't enjoy on my Birthday and I have to say that my 15th Birthday was spent soo lousyly (am not telling this coz it was my grandpa's 40th), but truthfully speaking. Heh, but nevertheless I had a enjoyable time there. And it was a new experiance without a parttyyy and a birthday full of wishes &amp;amp; blessings ! ((: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you very much dearest for all your wishes, and my loved one! - hehe, all of you sent in your wishes exactly at 00:00am. Aww, so sweet of you people! I was really touched by Nazie, Imran, Geetha, Muhaiminah, Agnes, Atiyyah, Siva, Nisa, Farhan, Prevena !! Thank you very much ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; not forgetting all my family, friends, &amp;amp; other relations ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;“I cannot even imagine where I would be today were it not for that handful of friends who have given me a heart full of joy. Let’s face it, friends make life a lot more&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;fun." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-7488904531545351847?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/7488904531545351847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/26-june-2008-woo-hoo-holla-there-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/7488904531545351847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/7488904531545351847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/26-june-2008-woo-hoo-holla-there-im.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-3080333373260027774</id><published>2009-06-16T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:37:49.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A mirror of my thoughts ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have friends who are true to my heart. Yet, those that are, I care for and love unconditionally. I wish for them health, happiness, prosperity, beauty, and love. I wish for them all things good. Its has been almost one month since I've seen my loved ones and we do talk to each other, yet it's different when it comes by seeing them. I simply feel so tired of leaving alone even though I'm surrounded. And when I start to realise how much dearly I miss each and every one of them. Although they seem to be near, it feels like to be miles apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I MISS THEM SO DEARLY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nazie♥, the big sister!, sweet lil cupcake, and the pretty ladyy. I miss her sweetness, her caring thoughts, and the councellor in her. Especially, when she finds problems, and when she and Hari fights, it soooo cutee ! Yaw, I really miss those cute moments of thier fights (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Muhaiminah♥, my minahchiii!, her dum dum jokes, funny voices, her talktiveness, her pinches and her sweetness! Aw, this lovely ladyy. So caring and cute. Nicee (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Geetha♥, aww! this lovely lovely ladyy! So nice, sweet and pretty. A good councellor too! You can turn to her anytime. Hehe, sometimes I do enjoy when those not nice words comes out form you dear. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Imran♥, NARMI!, Ahh, this Romeo! He's really really nice, sweet, straight-foward, very helpful, good motivator!, easy-going, understanding, very good listener and councellor too! Ahh, I miss this sweet person! and his charmness! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hari♥, this gundu Hari prasaan, hehe, he appears to be shap-mouthed, but he is a very nice person and his cuteness! Those big eyes, hehe, and not fergeting his fights with Nazie, this sunshine ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Agnes♥, Syn!, She's straight-foward and quiet, and somethimes she can be loud, and I miss her TALENT! She's interesting and unique too ! And really nice to be with. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kasthuri♥, the ladyy-likee, hehe, very sweet and understanding, loving, and sexy ! Hehe, and she's matured and nice (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aww!, I MISS THEM ALOTT !♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was probing my most deepest thoughts, I remembered them, very dear to me who has provided comfort and strength to me in wadding through the rocky waters of life. So much I can say about them, that there are no words to describe them. A small thought I can give them ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Joy is what fills the heart of they which hold within the mysteries of a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A passion unknown onto words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Withing them fall the tears of all things we endure as one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And from their eyes diamonds fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So precious every one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dear within, the memories they care with sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And gather them today, for what may come of tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Priceless ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Priceless ever these moments that we spend with those so dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Comforting now to know that they are near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yet, there comes a day when we see the eagle so near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And feel withing our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;A passion so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As I stand beside them when that gleam glows in their eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What comes of tommorw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And though a distant barrier wells up within the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;There is a joy inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To know the joy of a dawning start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Standing there beside them on that road to paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As so I hold them close and whisper in their ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Please take with you these memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Then from the eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Your tear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-3080333373260027774?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3080333373260027774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/mirror-of-my-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/3080333373260027774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/3080333373260027774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/mirror-of-my-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-9019671935628949508</id><published>2009-06-11T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:25:47.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Holla ! I'm back! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Was havin my NCO Camp for the past three days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehe, let me give you a review of what happen these 3 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8th June to 10th June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Reported in school at 0730 and I had to change to my Full-Unifrom for MOI (Method Of Instruction) &amp;amp; it was the start of my NCO course, wherby at the end of the 3 days I will know whether I will qualify as a NCO &amp;amp; get promoted. After changing to Full-U and fall in , they told the sec 3s to remove all our badges and our RANK! *SOBS* Thereafter the Sec 2's had fall in, my Senior NCO briefed us on the Camp Standing Order and Bunking In. After that the Sec 3s had our first Proposal lecture which lasted an hour. And it was such a bore! Especially coz of the Sir who gave us the lecture with such a dead toneeeee ... All our heads dropping and I was like, "He's gonna take us for all our lecture &amp;amp; by the end of the course, nothing is going to be in my head!" HEH, after that we had Lesson plan leacture, and that lasted for 30mins. Then, we had M.O.I lecture and that lasted another hour. Luckily there came in our LIFE SAVER ! - Sir Naza ! - when he came in all heads up , ears big open , &amp;amp; eyes wide open! He made the last part of the lecture very intresting and fun! Phew! How all of us wished he was our lecturer for the previous ones. Hehe, it was already 12pm by the all our lectures ended. And its lunch time! But I have to admit, we didn't get a fulfilling lunch, especially Me and some others. We had to do survival cooking and also guide the sec 2s. I felt so hungry ended up I didn't eat. Coz when I wanted to eat, that person actually poured the hot hot magiie soup on my hand! Ahh , it was such a pain ! I stood up and walk away. What else more I can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After lunch we had a hell of scolding, coz some of my squad mates didn't think about the sec 2s and did everything for themselves so yeah, we deserved it as - One for All , All for One ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After the scolding, we continued with M.O.I Practical (Static Drills) and continously with M.O.I Practical but this time round was Arms drills and Advance Drills which lasted for almost 2 and a half hour. After that was Parade Procedure and then M.O.I Theory (Campcraft). Since the Campcraft theory was kinda boring, we played a small game for about 15 mins instead. - Wacko! I bet all of us enjoyed that 15 mins as it was our only fun time since we did not get a chance to play games. I have to say that all of us laughed our arses out! By then it was 1800 it was our free time for and hour before dinner. But instead of having free time, we actually planned our campfire. And I was running here &amp;amp; there like a mad girl. HAH, then it was dinner time at 1900. We had catered food as we can't do survival cooking due to no light. After dinner was our turn to brief the Sec 2s about day 2 campfire. And I had to debrief them, it was kinda difficult to control the whole squad but I managed with the help of the rest of my squad mates. By then I lost my voice a little. Phew, after that was debriefing and yeah ! Lights Out at 2230 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ahah! - Waittt ... But Me, Nisa, Seri &amp;amp; Fahmy didn't sleep as Me &amp;amp; Nisa were planning the whole campfire and script for the MCs - Fahmy &amp;amp; Seri. We were so hooked up with the time that we sepnd nights to do that. And all I hoped was a success for the campfire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2340 was my lights out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;( Hope for the best tmrs )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today, Our test day! All da best yaw! All of us so scared , with trembling legs ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Was so tired and exhausted that the time run, and I woke up at 0530am (kinda late) and we needed to fall in at 0600 ! No time to bathe so simply freshed up and falled in time. We then had out Flag Raising and PT. There you go ... Our PT Instructors Imran &amp;amp; Vinoth ! Ouh-No ! Hah, we were almost dead ! Ahhh .. Haha , but luckily the last part we didn't do. Phew! Imagine us doing PT with empty stomach ! After that was BREAKFAST! Gobbled 1 small piece of bun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After that we had our Sing-Along session whereby we NCO-T's had to teach the sec 1 and 2 the campfire songs and prepare them for the campfire. Woo ! It was such a pain having to teach Sec 1,, all more you the patience. I was soo patient till the very end that after it ended I lost my voice totally ! After that was lunch and I didn't eat , only ate Mango punnding &amp;amp; it was really nice of Imran &amp;amp; Ashraf, &amp;amp; some others to ask us to eat and make sure we filled our stomach coz it was our practical test after lunch ! But I only ate mango pudding &amp;amp; all more was praying I won't faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There came our test time ! I have no words to decribe how I felt but I have to say I wasn't that strong after my test. I kept thinking about it and was really weak, both physically &amp;amp; mentally. But all more I forced myself and didnt show anything. No one knew what was going on inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After that was Free time and I rushed to bathe and then came out and continued with the campfire preparation. Another scariest part. The last event to prove our abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nevertheless Nisa and myself skipped our dinner and completed the campfire preparations but ended up we did eat as our Sirs , Ma'am , &amp;amp; Seniors told us to eat so yeah the both of us ran to the canteen and gobbled our food, but I didn't eat much as I really felt like vomiting, so I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Heart Beating Faster* Start of Campfire ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nisa and Me escorted our Seniors and the VIP (Ms Triana). We gave a bang ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then we were at out positions and went on cheering and cheering to keep us entertaing as well as the audience. But in the middle, I felt it was a total cork up ! The Sirs took over us ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;All more It's over SHOW! NO WAY MANN ! But the MCs took over back again and the firewood ! Oh-no! It ended even before the time we planned for the campfire to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, we wrapped the campfire up. And when I and Nisa escorted Ms Triana back we cried! Coz we really thought that our campfire was a total flop! But she said it was really good and she really did enjoyed! But it didn't satisfy us. We had to fall in so we did , with tears rooling down our eyes. Then the Seniors came and they gave the whole of my squad double 3 cheers for such a very well done work! When they did that I really cried out and all of them came shaking our hands and I was tearing and they consoled and said it was really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After that was debrefing and supposed to be Lights Out. But we got extra time so we washed up and gathered. To our suprise, my Sirs, Ma'am and Seniors treated us Roti Prata! We felt so happy and thankful to them. My heart thanks and sincere gratitudes to all who treated us and it doesn't matter whether who put money or who didn't coz it's the thought that counts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After that we thanked all of them and then Lights Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It was such a tiring day !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Last day of camp ... (I was happy but it was really saddening)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;This time round I woke up at 0550 ! Totally late and I was the PTI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Rushed ! Luckily the bathed the night before getting to bed. then we started the PTI for Sec 1 and 2. Phew, it wasn't as much as we expected, but we 3 PTI did a good job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Yeahh, so i was kinda satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;After that was breakfast and then are-cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I was in-charge of the canteen, and yeah, alot to clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, did a good job coz ended up the canteen didn't get any complains ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Woo , there came the most trembling part! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;PROMOTION !!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Yessa! I was one of the first few to get Second class drills badge and only 7 of us got promoted to Sergant! And that Ma'am and Sirs played with me when I was getting my rank, they didn't wanted to give me and played around. I was like pleaseee , i want ! I couldn't wait to get it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Imagine you are promoted and they are playing with you instead of giving that to you!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, finally they gave me! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;It was a total hardwork and effort! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;My hardwork paid off in the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I feel so happy and satisfied! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;By then, I returned home with my hand legs and upper stomach all swollen and I can feel it ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nevertheless, I am happy ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Finally I want to thank all my Seniors, (Sec 4, 5, &amp;amp; 6) . - Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;And thanks to Imran! - He said he enjoyed our Campfire the most among his 4 years in NP life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;And many other Seniors too said the same! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Thanks to all once again ! (: &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/5372121665298313260-9019671935628949508?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/9019671935628949508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/holla-im-back-was-havin-my-nco-camp-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/9019671935628949508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/9019671935628949508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/holla-im-back-was-havin-my-nco-camp-for.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-3450263224074859495</id><published>2009-06-07T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:53:31.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lost Of A Childhood Friend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;9th June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My childhood friend passed away in 9th June of 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was only 10 years old, when he passed away. But today as I look back ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember the times we spent together, you were not only my best childhood friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;my well-wisher and brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, in the memory of Muhammad NurHakim ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;9th June 2004, the day the tragic happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Its only the memories that I shared with you when you were around, and not the way you left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But now, I can realise the first of EVERYTHING without him and the memories will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Will Forever Miss You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always put a smile on my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how mad I was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I had to do was to call you &amp;amp; you would make everything better.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day I heard that you were taken from us, my heart broke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dropped down to my knees and cried and cried.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanted was for one more day with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I never got a chance to look at you for the last time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neither did I get a chance to sit near your grave and look at your picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanted to do is to thug you and laugh with you and play HIde-And-Seek with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, you used to ask me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What will you do, if I went away and never returned while playing Hide-and-Seek?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you so much, we all do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you died,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whole town felt the pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were only 12 years old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You didn't deserve to die/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wanted to bring your paretns proud, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your ambition ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've been gone for 5 years and I really miss you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I miss the times we played together, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We talked together, and when we fought over those small lilttle thing together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about you everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not getting easier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But every time I look at your picture or pull out the photo albums&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My eyes starts to water.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will never forget you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muhammad NurHakim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and I miss you ♥ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I knoe that you are in Heaven looking over all of us ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whispers of secrets in my ear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hoping that no one could hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-1576844298560360880</id><published>2009-06-07T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:56:53.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;6th June 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;{HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY HAKIM!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's your birthday today! But you are no longer with us to celebrate. Nevertheless, the memories that you brought to us every moment when you were alive, can never be erased from our Hearts. Although you are not around, I thank GOD everyday for knowing such a person like you once in my Lifetime, who have left such footprints behind. It was the past times, how we used to celebrate your birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HAKIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;June 6 1992 - The day you touched the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We always spent your Birthday up at East Coast Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Then we'd have dinner and watch the stars out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We'd float in the ocean and dry off in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;It was always time away, together second, to none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I went to the beach today the way we used to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;As I now put my lounge chair down in the hot sand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I imagine you with me holding my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;June used to be our favourite time of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It comes now for me with deep regret and tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's the 5th birthday you are not here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I even stopped myself getting your gifts from the store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think back now and compare you to a Summer's breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You were always laid-back, loving and easy to please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;People will have their own way of remembering you today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Some will be sad, Some will smile, and Some will pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;So as you have your cake looking down at us from above,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;I'll light a candle and sing Happy Birthday to you my Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;You'll always be the sunshine of my Life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Miss you ♥ &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/5372121665298313260-1576844298560360880?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/1576844298560360880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/6th-june-2009-happy-17th-birthday-hakim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/1576844298560360880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/1576844298560360880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/6th-june-2009-happy-17th-birthday-hakim.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-513777143825597929</id><published>2009-06-06T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T14:00:13.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th &amp; 5th June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Heylos! I'm back! Was kinda busy for the past two days as I was attending a 2 day NPCC Leadership &amp;amp; Mentoring Skills Course at Hong Kah Secondary School. I should say that this course that I have attended is thousand times way much better than any other NPCC courses that I have attended. I had to report in school at 7.30am and yeah, the bus left to HKSS at 7.50am. And we reached HKSS at around 8.10am. First of all, there wasn't much schools there yet and I supposed YCSS, we were one of the first 2 schools who came first. And this was really unlucky, coz we got the front row and I got the first seat! Omy, this was seriously not happening! And I thought it was all the way Lecture, Lecture, &amp;amp; Lecture and I can't supposidly sit right in front and listen without moving neither talking! AHH ! After all the schools were present, they finally started off the lecture at 9.45am, meanwhile we were sitting down there in the hall with our butts stucked to the chairs. HEH, luckily they started off the first lecture about MOI (Method of Instruction). After which we had a practical session on MOI and we got to be with our squads. And we were in Squad 2, with 3 other schools - BVSS, BBSS, &amp;amp; one other school (sorry couldn't remember the school name). There was a total of 50 of them in the squad. Oh-yea, my Squad 2 named - WILDCATS! Omygosh! Heheh, there was this guy from BVSS, awww!! He was sooo handsome &amp;amp; charming! You can't just get your eyes off him if you see him! I just can't stop drooling over him! Hehe. Nisa and I didn't realise that he was in our squad untill he came out to teach us MOI. After that, the whole squad was supposed to rate his teaching, and we purposely gave him 5 out of 5! And there were many other who gave him 5 out of 5 too. Actually he really deserves it coz he really did well! Well off, then it was all the way Lecture, Lecture, &amp;amp; Lecture ... And the dum dum food supplier went to the wrong school to deliver the food - Instead of coming to HKSS he actually went to JWSS. Coz of this our lunch was dragged and we had our lunch time only at 2 ! Yaw, my stomach was really grumbling. Everyones' gobbling their food ! Haha ; Thereafter it was Lecture again with some team pondering stuffs to do with and some of those was really fun while some others was simply dry. Oh-yeah! Nisa and I was waiting when will that guy talk to us ... Ended up he didn't speak a word ): *sadded* (All luck tmrs!) The first day of the course was kinda fun and ended at 5.45pm. Later which, Me, Nisa, Hao En, Kamarul, &amp;amp; Siva went to JP. It was to give Siva a small birthday suprise as it was his birthday on that day (4th June) and he spent all his time with us during the course. Soo yeah we rushed off there and the 3 guys went to LJS while Nisa and I went to Polar to grab a cake and thenwe went to LJS - Siva didn't know that it was a big big plan that we actually lied to him that Ma'am wanted to meet him ended up he got tricked! When I brought the cake in to LJS he covered his face! He felt so paisey! Hehe (: Anyways I hope Siva enjoyed the small lil suprise ! (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Fortunately the second day started of pretty well, not much lectures too and that guy actually talked to me! Ahah! But Nisa wasn't there as she left early after lunch at 2pm and during that time was Team Building Games! YAY! Hehe, it was sooooooooooo much of FUN! - FUN! - FUN! Hehe, we were standing together! Haha, and Siva was like, "Nazreen, I'm sure you love this game!" &amp;amp; I said "YEAH!" Hehe, then we played many other games and since I was the only girl from the YCSS, the BVSS girls told me to join them and I joined them in all the games. It was really fun being around with them, especially their school was sooooo UNITED!, unlike mine. After the games ended, we had one last lecture so we proceed up to the hall and got seated. Hehe, it was then we started to talk moree! And yeah after the last lecture ended it was the last session with our Squad mates (WILDCATS). So yeah, we were singing, cheering, reflecting, and playing small tricky games. All the games was really FUN like the, MRt Game, Number Game, Black Magic, Fuzzy Wazzy etc ... After which we cheered our WILDCATS cheer for the last time before leaving. It was really saddening before leaving but we had to. Anyways, it was a great day! Hehe, I think I shall stop bragging before it gets too boring. Let me post the cheer done by us - WILDCATS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WATERMELON ... WATERMELON ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAAANAANAA ... BAAANAAANA ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ANOTHER VERSE , BUT I FERGET! AHH SORRY)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*SCRATCHES HEAD*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAMBUTAN ... RAMBUTAN ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Woowees! WILDCATS ROCKS MANN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I REALLY HOPE TOO SEE YA PPL SOON ! MISSES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ADIOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-513777143825597929?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/513777143825597929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/4th-5th-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/513777143825597929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/513777143825597929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/4th-5th-june-2009.html' title='4th &amp; 5th June 2009'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-3546226518682246666</id><published>2009-06-03T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:09:23.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff14/tuyyer/Rain/Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 406px" alt="" src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff14/tuyyer/Rain/Girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt like a star, touching the Earth once, and I left. But before I leave, I left my footprints behind. It was never like before, today I felt the great distance between us; Coz we were much closer than now. I kept all my emotions bottled up and very rarely let my anger show. It built overtime into this enormous feeling of hate that just consumes me. Can't you see the pain in my eyes? With tear stained cheeks, through blood shot eyes. You see the fear that closes my eyes. The smile I wear is but in disguise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've heard the saying:&lt;br /&gt;I love walking in the rain, coz no one knows i'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;I tried it once when I couldn't trun to anyone at that particular time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was a Girl in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dressed in a sundress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Under the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I twirled around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Raising my hands to the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Droplets fell onto my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bare footed as I started to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Letting my hair free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was the girl in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The water numbed all my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My grieve hidden behind a mask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lifted my eyes to the sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And started to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Throwing away all my sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I started to smile again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nobody knows who I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;No one knows where I came from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All they knew I was silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like the wind in everyone's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Soaked, wet and cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ignored, rejected and unappreciated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Like the roses in my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Wilted and dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I let the rain fall into my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Everything was different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;After I left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;All they could remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Time and time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Silent from all my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Girl in the rain; Deep breaths, and inside pain*&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/5372121665298313260-3546226518682246666?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/3546226518682246666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-felt-like-star-touching-earth-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/3546226518682246666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/3546226518682246666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-felt-like-star-touching-earth-once.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff14/tuyyer/Rain/th_Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-5560389612610339148</id><published>2009-06-02T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:56:11.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 June 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heylos! Its first June, the start of a new month. And its holidays' time! *sobs* I am really gonna miss my friends ~ Nazie, Geetha, Imran, Hari, Muhaiminah, Agnes &amp;amp; others. Met up with them and Minah and myself went to Jurong Point to grab Roshini a present, and its Roshini's Sweet 16th Birthday today! Thereafter, i went off to meet Geetha to buy the cakee! Then, we were waiting for Nazie to make up stories and walk Roshini to the blk we were at. And there you go! - SUPRISE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to Roshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wohoo! Our plan worked out well on suprising Roshini! Hehe, YAY! I hope Roshini liked the gifts, and the lil suprise birthday party. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is for you Roshini: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A simple wish as you age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's your day, take the stage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wees! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Snap, Snap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1RgroyLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HLkbuNslCm0/s1600-h/01062009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664739147794610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1RgroyLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HLkbuNslCm0/s320/01062009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Cakee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1RW7Wn9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MmCVXCkhcKQ/s1600-h/01062009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664736529358802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1RW7Wn9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/MmCVXCkhcKQ/s320/01062009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1RFh50AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lFmWS3kML1M/s1600-h/01062009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664731859210242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1RFh50AI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lFmWS3kML1M/s320/01062009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yumiie, cakiee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1CTmJGcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uzjwyWaGMxk/s1600-h/01062009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664477937048002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1CTmJGcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uzjwyWaGMxk/s320/01062009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1CMz7HBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/F9RNGjnP_Fg/s1600-h/01062009(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664476115803154" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1CMz7HBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/F9RNGjnP_Fg/s320/01062009(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1BxWrpjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dudvLT2O9Bo/s1600-h/01062009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664468745397810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1BxWrpjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dudvLT2O9Bo/s320/01062009(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1Bh916KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k0ttTHuxviw/s1600-h/01062009(019)-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664464614680738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1Bh916KI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k0ttTHuxviw/s320/01062009(019)-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feat Nazie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT7Lnme9YI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XyQLvE30BuU/s1600-h/DSC09730.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1BlsC-7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/BpcoRl8xgO0/s1600-h/01062009(009)-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664465613781938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1BlsC-7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/BpcoRl8xgO0/s320/01062009(009)-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0piPSABI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xJTedLGOzmE/s1600-h/01062009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664052370964498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0piPSABI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xJTedLGOzmE/s320/01062009(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Candid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0pSVSUXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/H31AFtI4GBg/s1600-h/01062009(011)-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664048101183858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0pSVSUXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/H31AFtI4GBg/s320/01062009(011)-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0pDceDoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CV5VhmZb5hE/s1600-h/01062009(012)-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664044104781442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0pDceDoI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CV5VhmZb5hE/s320/01062009(012)-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0pKji3SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SmKdpq2ENio/s1600-h/01062009(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664046013504802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0pKji3SI/AAAAAAAAAFo/SmKdpq2ENio/s320/01062009(013).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0ozKPqRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nj3M_nkTVMU/s1600-h/01062009(014)-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342664039733373202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0ozKPqRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nj3M_nkTVMU/s320/01062009(014)-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0TxTN6cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EKkYY2bKerE/s1600-h/01062009(016).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663678456883650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0TxTN6cI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EKkYY2bKerE/s320/01062009(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0T6t70GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GfpXD-Vncso/s1600-h/01062009(017).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663680984862818" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0T6t70GI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GfpXD-Vncso/s320/01062009(017).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0ToZ-lDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/44NzavctFik/s1600-h/01062009(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663676069319730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0ToZ-lDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/44NzavctFik/s320/01062009(021).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0TUvKs1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/UXtnEfCeWnY/s1600-h/01062009(022).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663670789485394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0TUvKs1I/AAAAAAAAAFA/UXtnEfCeWnY/s320/01062009(022).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake Feeding timee!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0TU1jhTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Reapi_xlWLI/s1600-h/DSC03405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663670816277810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT0TU1jhTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Reapi_xlWLI/s320/DSC03405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshini-Muhaiminah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTz9mjvcHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/o_-6pxeFHFM/s1600-h/DSC03404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663297616277618" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTz9mjvcHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/o_-6pxeFHFM/s320/DSC03404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTz9fM2yMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8QAzBoNqOhQ/s1600-h/DSC03406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663295641241794" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTz9fM2yMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8QAzBoNqOhQ/s320/DSC03406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshini-Nazeera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTz9GuaEeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IJ--BqDel4s/s1600-h/DSC03407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663289071079906" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTz9GuaEeI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IJ--BqDel4s/s320/DSC03407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTz9EdJK3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/vm132tiNxNk/s1600-h/DSC03409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663288461798258" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTz9EdJK3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/vm132tiNxNk/s320/DSC03409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshini-Geetha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTz86MVktI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KKOCk55etPc/s1600-h/DSC03410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663285706953426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTz86MVktI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KKOCk55etPc/s320/DSC03410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTzYRByplI/AAAAAAAAAEI/50C4P92Sg8I/s1600-h/DSC03413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342662656181577298" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTzYRByplI/AAAAAAAAAEI/50C4P92Sg8I/s320/DSC03413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Roshini-Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTzYEnd-nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JRMCPQwC-kA/s1600-h/DSC03414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342662652849945202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTzYEnd-nI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JRMCPQwC-kA/s320/DSC03414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTzYCQKfKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/B5HsAPNJ7rw/s1600-h/DSC03416-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342662652215327906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTzYCQKfKI/AAAAAAAAAD4/B5HsAPNJ7rw/s320/DSC03416-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTzX0Bs3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/p4TwNXG83zs/s1600-h/DSC03417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342662648396570322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTzX0Bs3tI/AAAAAAAAADw/p4TwNXG83zs/s320/DSC03417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisterhood!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTzX1HHOvI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ikm3G5CwVVE/s1600-h/DSC03418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342662648687704818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTzX1HHOvI/AAAAAAAAADo/Ikm3G5CwVVE/s320/DSC03418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehe, hope you enjoyed the snap shots! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*A Tear Fell,*&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/5372121665298313260-5560389612610339148?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5560389612610339148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5560389612610339148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5560389612610339148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-june-2009.html' title='1 June 2009'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiT1RgroyLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HLkbuNslCm0/s72-c/01062009(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-6826208988485332766</id><published>2009-05-30T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:57:51.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29th May 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;\m/ Wohoo! I was merely excited about SYF Gala ! I simply couldn't wait to dress up myself and just enjoy myself at the performance. And guess what! - It turned out to be more than what i just expected! It was such an awesome night! Especially Indian Dance rawks mann!! Yeahh! Some of us were on our feet cheering them on and on! And I have to tell this, Indian Dance just over-looked the whole performance. And now i know why they got a GOLD for their SYF. Hmms, the malay dance was not too bad too! Their performance was soo cute! Heheh ; And yeah as for other performance, some were quitee boring, but had to go through it. I bet the Indian Dance boosted everyone's energy and all eyes wide open! YAY! Omggosh! And the finale dance! - Eeew, he really spoiled the whole dance, such a jerk! I really pity those guys who agreed to dance with him - I dun know how they actually agreed *scratched head* . Anyway, It was nice because of the other three guys who was with him. And one part Ms Heng came into the performance with a bang! It was fabulous! And yeah after the performance, picss time! I have to say this, Hema was so adorable! Took picture with her too! Unfortunately, the picture was corrupted *sobs*. Sadly, Nazie, Imran, Geetha and Hari missed the performances! I bet they'll be cheering on for the Indian Dance till the end! I have to say this, Minah and I were keep compalining "Argh, they missed these performance! Gosh!" Heheh,, i guess i better stop here before you guys fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on Indian Dance! **You spin my world**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheh , here are some pictures and videos for you guys to glue your eyes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTpp_dgn2I/AAAAAAAAACw/RopTzoj5m8o/s1600-h/29052009(011)-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342651965587365730" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTpp_dgn2I/AAAAAAAAACw/RopTzoj5m8o/s320/29052009(011)-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sweets(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTpqFH1ruI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6xScT_BinMs/s1600-h/DSC01781-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342651967107084002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTpqFH1ruI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6xScT_BinMs/s320/DSC01781-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTm52bFr6I/AAAAAAAAACg/j1acTVdbRK0/s1600-h/29052009(014)-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648939504316322" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTm52bFr6I/AAAAAAAAACg/j1acTVdbRK0/s320/29052009(014)-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spotlight Us(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTm5qzSD5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/A5m0v-mrNB8/s1600-h/29052009(010)-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648936384565138" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTm5qzSD5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/A5m0v-mrNB8/s320/29052009(010)-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atiyyah &amp;amp; Myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTm5Q_VmwI/AAAAAAAAACI/9ftnkvawOWI/s1600-h/29052009(004)-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648929455807234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTm5Q_VmwI/AAAAAAAAACI/9ftnkvawOWI/s320/29052009(004)-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasthuri &amp;amp; Minahchee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTm6Ff3FjI/AAAAAAAAACo/dGowdOjaJBs/s1600-h/DSC01782-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342648943550862898" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTm6Ff3FjI/AAAAAAAAACo/dGowdOjaJBs/s320/DSC01782-edited.jpg" 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(Mr Shah! - He danced!; Dang!)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the commotion;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wohoo! Hope you guys enjoyed the videos'!&lt;br /&gt;Woo! It already 12.19am, I better rush off before my mom starts screaming at me, "What are you still doing in the computer?! I want you to come out from it right now!" Heheh. Nighty Nightx! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sing me through your Heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-6826208988485332766?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=23435744aef11cc8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=68ae2b9c34d7eca1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=967c0b5c05e623cc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/6826208988485332766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/29th-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6826208988485332766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/6826208988485332766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/29th-may-2009.html' title='29th May 2009'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/SiTpp_dgn2I/AAAAAAAAACw/RopTzoj5m8o/s72-c/29052009(011)-edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-8520081949977292886</id><published>2009-05-30T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:51:46.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss36/rayray7087/asmuchasyou12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss36/rayray7087/asmuchasyou12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Change in my Life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;A Change in my Life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I look in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is a misunderstood girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring back at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her Life isn't perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although it may seem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But nobody understands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's the real me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I look harder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I start to realise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is actually beyond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dark-brown eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I see it all more clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every flaw, Every tear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I've cried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Throughout the years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some tears of Joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some tears of Pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let them pour out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a night fall of rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I see myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a different way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A little less shy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With each passing day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few years have passed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a new me has formed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From that quiet brown-eyed girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day I was born&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I looked in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And guess what what I saw?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw me, the real me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not disappointed, not at all ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wanted to stay up late night and think of you, but I changed my mind and decided not to. I would rather sleep early than think og you, that way I will have more time dreaming of you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-8520081949977292886?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8520081949977292886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/change-in-my-life-change-in-my-life-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8520081949977292886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8520081949977292886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/change-in-my-life-change-in-my-life-as.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-8062703755322246107</id><published>2009-05-26T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:01:09.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/ShwDjypROEI/AAAAAAAAABA/Vtlr5ougqU8/s1600-h/dreaming.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know where you are, I don't know what you're doing - I don't know if you're suffering too they way I am. Are you thinking about me? Are you worrying about me? Do you even still care? Sooo many questions left unanswered deep inside me. I pray to see you soon. I need you; I need my sane self back. not knowing and waiting is what kills me. This cannot be it; This cannot be the end. It was just the beginning. Or so I thought it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Our lives were always interwined. I lost you once, and I will not loose you again. I refuse to have you as part of my Life - even though we can be - I want you to understand how this silence has impacted my Life. I'm trying hard to get use to you not being around me. It's hard. It is slowly killing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;They say time heals all wounds. But right now, the more I wait, the more I seem to want you, need you, and especially love you. I don't expect people to understand what I'm ranting about, but I hope you hear what my Heart is telling you. What it is slowly whispering to you. I know you can hear it ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel your absence every day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I think of words that I dare not say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trun the pages to clear my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The silence helps but not all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I toss and turn in my empty bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The scattered portraits fly through my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel the pull like a ball and chain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I move ahead but it stays the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clenching my eyes from the lamplight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stings my skin like mosquito bites&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pain is not what it seems to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's embracing me with your memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The probing hearts see through my mask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanting to know but they never ask&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes when I tey to fool myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems so real even I can't tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ache is there still to give me doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe that's what love is about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We give and take but we don't ask why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's left to blame when my soul runs dry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The writing stares like it's on the wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The end is not what I want at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A parting glance on your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An image I will never erase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We are destined. I believe it. Fate brought us together the first time and I know fate will bring us together again. You have to believe. You have to want the same thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I only have your last words to hold on to and go by. I have nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I didn't even have a chance to say ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I LOVE YOU!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"In Life we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream, and an unforgettable Love - Unconditional Love"&lt;/span&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/5372121665298313260-8062703755322246107?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/8062703755322246107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-where-you-are-i-dont-know_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8062703755322246107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/8062703755322246107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-where-you-are-i-dont-know_26.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-601190572879902746</id><published>2009-05-25T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:29:22.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23 May 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/Sh9Vo12KeNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ox_SQN1CjME/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341081843222083794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/Sh9Vo12KeNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ox_SQN1CjME/s320/LOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muhaiminah&lt;/span&gt; came over to my place and i hope she had a great time with me at my place. And I cooked for her, hopefully she liked it and I hope it wasn't bad enough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heheh&lt;/span&gt; ; We were watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mehbooba&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;discussing&lt;/span&gt; about some food I will be preparing for the P.O.P and yeah thanks a million &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deariie&lt;/span&gt; for your help! Left house at 5.45pm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Minah&lt;/span&gt; went back home while i went to my Grandpa's 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day funeral prayers. Was really a waste to know that I actually wasted 3 hours of my Life ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aah&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt; ,, but still i shouldn't deny that I would rather spend time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lil&lt;/span&gt; love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Minah&lt;/span&gt; than to stand over there doing nothing and can't even see my "secret" ! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, the prayers went really well and smoothly. I surely had a great time there especially, I have to admit that - The most beautiful view is the one i share with you! At this moment I really have to accept that, "Life becomes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; and more special to us when we look for the little everyday miracles and get excited about the privileges of simply being Human"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I Ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I ever told you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that if i sit really still and silent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, I like to think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hear your Heart beating&lt;br /&gt;in time with me ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that when I watch you speak to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;through lines and cords,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and bytes and ram,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I imagine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whispering into my ears?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have i ever told you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I wait out each day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in anticipation,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wanting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;only an hour or two,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just a second in space and time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to feel close to you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that sometimes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will reach out, touching your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on this cold screen before me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could reach in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and pull you to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that there has been times, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when I ached for you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ached for you so badly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that the emotions overwhelmed me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so I sat and cried for hours?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that after the first time I heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sound of your voice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thousands of miles away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sat up all night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;turning&lt;/span&gt; the conversation over and over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;examining it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like some newly discovered object?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I would give everything up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be able to lay near you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to feel your chest rise and fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with each breath you take,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just to know that you are real?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I ever told you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that i dream of you often,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dream of you reaching out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and touching my hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;simply to let me know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you are there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everything is okay?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I ever told you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have I still yet to tell you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I LOVE YOU ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I've tried to think of the sweetest words I could say to you. Something different and something true; But i guess there could never be a word sweeter than saying, "I Love You!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-601190572879902746?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/601190572879902746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/23-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/601190572879902746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/601190572879902746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/23-may-2009.html' title='23 May 2009'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/Sh9Vo12KeNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ox_SQN1CjME/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-4333083399160259857</id><published>2009-05-23T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:01:36.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22 May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wees ,, it was such a boring day today especially when, Naziee, Geetha &amp;amp; Hari did not turn up in school today and i really miss them alott ! One more thing "Hey guys school's gonna end so PLEASE turn up in school ,, lets enjoy da last few days before we are unable to meet up during da hols yeea !" NPCC today was kinda fun, we were doing campcraft and was discussing about the POP ! Hopefully it will be a blast during the POP and i really hope that everyone will love the way it is gonna be carried out ; And yeah my seniors when to Jurong Sec to collect the fire wood for our camp in june and thanks S.NCO's! Heheh ,, they returned back with red marks on their hand - bt it was for a good thing ! And yeah, for the first time it was fun doing campcraft and i re-learnt how to pitch a tent. Oh, i better get my next post ready before the day ends !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** scratches head ** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Off ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-4333083399160259857?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/4333083399160259857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/22-may-2009-wees-it-was-such-boring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/4333083399160259857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/4333083399160259857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/22-may-2009-wees-it-was-such-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-8317921880702056671</id><published>2009-05-21T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:26:20.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/ShVcGZNqL5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/N-9UqYFQYs8/s1600-h/2332068574_c510325238%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338274198234738578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/ShVcGZNqL5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/N-9UqYFQYs8/s320/2332068574_c510325238%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ohmygosh! I'm failing my exams ! This really saddens me as i think back, i should have putten in more effort, bt i surely did put in my best to do and revise for my exams, ended up my results turned upside down. I just feel like the world has turned upside down! Now, i'm scared to show my report book to my parents and i can already imagine how are my parents gonna react... Ahh, i'm soo doomed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muhaiminah just told me that she misplaced her spongebob - i'm so sorry minah that i didn't tighten it properly. If i had just checked it before leaving this wouldn't happen and you wouldn't feel sad for loosing your spongebob. )): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And today, i learned something which sounded unusual to me and was unsaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have learned…That trust is a powerful thing&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea what it may bringIt can sting your heart&lt;br /&gt;And tear apart your soulor it can warm your heart&lt;br /&gt;And enlighten your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned…&lt;br /&gt;That trust is hard to discover&lt;br /&gt;It is buried deep down under&lt;br /&gt;People say it is easy to gain trust&lt;br /&gt;I agree with them in a way&lt;br /&gt;For them I have lost all trust&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned…That trust means to lust&lt;br /&gt;And lust is a must&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it can be an illusion&lt;br /&gt;But it is something you cannot deny&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I have come to this conclusion&lt;br /&gt;Trust everyone, but not the devil inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I can look at this the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/ShVcGZNqL5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/N-9UqYFQYs8/s72-c/2332068574_c510325238%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-5866419379212732762</id><published>2009-05-20T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:38:06.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Last Pedal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>17 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Special Words about a Special Man who bought much Happiness and Joy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday i wonder why,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you were taken high up to the sky,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i didn't get a chance to say goodbye,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are so many things I want to say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That every noght i sit and pray,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you can hear me say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you and I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's so much hurt i feel inside,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in nobody I can confide,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i know you are watching over us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up above where the angles lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're in our hearts,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there you'll stay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be remembered everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Forever i will think of you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was in Hamza class and never did i expect to hear the news of the death of my grandpa. ): Tears raced down my face as i heard the news and my friends consoled me but i couldn't hold back my tears. As i took my bus, my uncle was waiting for me at the bustop and we rushed to Alexandra Hospital where my grandpa was admitted. I wonder how could i be the last one to see him?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tears streamed down my face when i saw him that way. I love you grandpa, I will love you everyday. As my tears raced down my face; I knew he'd soon be in a happier place. My love will follow him wherever he go. Oh how i loved you so. Although i feel sorrow and hate. You can't fight fate. He told me everything as time passed by and by. I never wanted him to die. We did alot together throughout the years, It's time to wipe away the tears. I want him to know; I will never let him go. I know him loved me too. My heart will always be with him. Now it's time to say goodbye. Until i see him again someday when i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Together, yet apart.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-5866419379212732762?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/5866419379212732762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-may-2009-special-words-about-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5866419379212732762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/5866419379212732762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/17-may-2009-special-words-about-special.html' title=''/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5372121665298313260.post-892447672888539971</id><published>2009-05-13T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:55:08.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey - O !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my First post &amp;amp; I felt so confident to start of after getting some "clues" from Muhaiminah! First things First , i would like to say my heartfull thanks &amp;amp; sincere gratitudes to my loved friends and i would like dedicate a 'poem' which came from deep from my heart. There it goes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ve Changed My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there when I needed a shoulder to lean on, for patiently listening to my personal problems. I just want you to know how happy am I to have you in my life and I thank God for that. Thank you for the love and the joy you bring. You've changed my life.You're the only Friends who give my heart some excitement and thrills. When I'm with you people, I feel like I'm out of control! You taught me how to handle life seriously; you taught me how to solve my problems and to face it without any fear... When you guys are around with me, I feel no fear, not even a single one. Looking back, i have no regrets, but terribly miss the little moments that i have went through with you people. I know that when you say you love me and I admit that I've fallen into the hands of my loved ones, I know that I wouldn't shed any tears from now on. Having your love has been the best thing that have happened to me. I love you people and that's what I want you to bear in your mind, and it's for keeps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dedicated Specially to:&lt;br /&gt;{ Naziie, Imran, Muahaiminah, Geetha, Gowtham, Hari, Agnes }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Every Night In My Dreams ♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5372121665298313260-892447672888539971?l=a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/feeds/892447672888539971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/892447672888539971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5372121665298313260/posts/default/892447672888539971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-gift-of-lovee.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-o.html' title='Hey - O !'/><author><name>NAZREEN!♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11948460029697846875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OPeLd0ubpHk/S_C8rNQG1QI/AAAAAAAAARE/zdW9Mpn8cR4/S220/Photo0565.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
