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searching for the right shoe...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notthatshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://notthatshoe.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18737458/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>fatin itu saya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196447193073757996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>744</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/NotThatShoe" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AEQXwzeyp7ImA9WxNbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18737458.post-5633253483570514737</id><published>2009-11-23T15:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:15:00.283+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T15:15:00.283+11:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bella swan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twilight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="edward cullen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="us" /><title>words of twilight, from me to you.</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;           &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"What a stupid lamb."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"What a sick masochistic lion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I offer myself to be the lamb, if the lion is you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of herion?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;           &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt; "Yes, you're exactly my brand of herion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i would love to be your heroin...because you are mine, and it is so addictive, I could my ways in life to ever throw it away....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"If I could dream at all it would be about you, and I'm not ashamed of it" -Edward-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How I wish to be dreamed of, at least for once, in your lifetime.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"The sound of your heart is the most significant sound in the world." -Edward-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yours, are mine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget; it was a hard line to walk." -Bella-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And even so, I walking on that line.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Your hold on me is permanent and unbreakable. Never doubt that." -Edwar&lt;/span&gt;d-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And yours on me.always.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were starts--points of light and reason...And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was n fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changes, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars any more. And there was no more reason for anything." -Edward-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And so I wish i could be your meteor, at least for a milisecond in life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"i'm here, and I love you. I have always love you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind every second that I was away." -Edward-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I am here, as he was there for her. and in my mind, is you...every second we're apart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Copyright&lt;br /&gt;The words in quote are from Twilight and they're not mine.&lt;br /&gt;Mine, are those in black bold and italic words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And those words, are for you meine liebe.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18737458-5633253483570514737?l=notthatshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Mdb7s8a7UWkUympVStSSZfUEAcY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Mdb7s8a7UWkUympVStSSZfUEAcY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/NotThatShoe/~4/3yZN8c7FIyk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://notthatshoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5633253483570514737/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18737458&amp;postID=5633253483570514737&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18737458/posts/default/5633253483570514737?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18737458/posts/default/5633253483570514737?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/NotThatShoe/~3/3yZN8c7FIyk/words-of-twilight-from-me-to-you.html" title="words of twilight, from me to you." /><author><name>fatin itu saya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17196447193073757996</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="14636973683449151318" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://notthatshoe.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-of-twilight-from-me-to-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEEQXg5eyp7ImA9WxNbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18737458.post-2622408142985073748</id><published>2009-11-23T10:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:30:00.623+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-23T10:30:00.623+11:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twilight" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="edward cullen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men" /><title>jatuh cinta lagi sekali.</title><content type="html">have you ever have this hot and adrenalin rush in your body, looking at man? in simpler words = horny?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another confession. i never watch TWILIGHT up until few hours ago. yes yes. its true. tonight was the first time I watched twilight and heck, God knows why the world is so in love with Edward Cullen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, the first moment I saw Edward, my thought (I said to my sister out loud) was, "He's not that handsome. Why the heck people is so all over him?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, (hahahhaha..laugh at me please), after few scene of him, I raised the white flag of surrendering. Heck, he's hot. (remember...I'm talking about EDWARD CULLEN, not Robert Pattinson)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/edward-cullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.wombattheinnsane.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/edward-cullen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yeah, I feel this sensual hot gush of feelings, and emotion, and sexual attraction towards his mysterious attitude and all sorts of un-explainable feelings and emotion. I does feels like falling in love again (only this time is towards a movie character and of course darling, I am still madly in love with you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simpler words, in love and horny. the second feelings probably because of the hormones. the first, its just a magical attraction, mystery man have on them. Anyway, looking at Edward made me thinking and reminisce back on how I was so very attracted to mysterious, &lt;i&gt;tarik tali&lt;/i&gt; guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the scene was when Edward was trying really bad restraining himself from getting close to Bella...in one of my posting about lelaki idaman, i did write about this. whereby a guy sangat super hot bila he is dalam keadaan menahan diri. when a girl flirt with him and tease him and dia mcm dgn sangat super berusaha utk tak get affected? owh..sangat comel dan SUPER HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and tangan dia, those face, the way he speaks, those eyes...those states, the lips (gile hot)...definitely those chest...aaandddddd, dlm trailer new moon, edward without shirts on him...dem...i have some dirty thoughts on this. gile sinful..ooopsss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway...i dont know how i end up like me, NOW. super annoying. and nosy and so not cool. I am attacted to mysterious guy because the need to know something about them, those side of them that is so unpredictable sometimes driving me into being someone i dont even know. its like an obsession. i need to control myself, and play a better strategy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably, I'll end up like bella. aummmm... hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18737458-2622408142985073748?l=notthatshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I used to hide my feelings. I used to be this girl, sweet and lovable that never really have any problems. kak mona used to say, "kamu ni yong, dulu gelakkk aje. suka aje. takde susah hati. kalau nanges pun sebab kena sakat dek adik2..lepas kena pujuk, terus ok main2 gelak2...lupe dah".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even maksu nisah pernah ckp, "kecik2 dulu suka tanya2 main2 gelak2..senang aje..nak jaga dia...cuma tak tahan suka tanya tanya..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haihs. camne nak buang habit suka tanya2 ni? sebab omputih cakap, curiosity kills the cat. i know, sometimes the thing that i asked doesnt makes any sense. tak important pun. just for the sake of asking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have the tendency asking sebab i care. semalam masa kat NZ wangsa maju, ada mamat ni gaduh ke hape tengking2 ada perempuan ni. orang lain sibuk2 tengok nak tahu kenapa. i dont give a damn. why? i dont care about them. it is none of my business. i dont even care orang depan rumah ni nak sibuk tgk kitorg buat ape. lantak lah dia nak tengok. tak sakit hati pun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing yang akan efek me apabila ada kena mengena dengan person that i love, that i care. i have been living all my life being a carer. i learned to cook when i was 8. i took care of my siblings when i was 10. mak masuk hospital, ayah kerja and mengulang hospital., and adik masa tu kat rumah nenek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i came back from school, masak nasi, goreng sayur goreng telur. it might look like a simple dishes, but i feed my brothers for days. i took care of them. basuh kain, sidai kain, angkat kain lepas sekolah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i call my siblings once in a while asked how are they doing. i keep do things to keep the family tight. i make it a tradition for us untuk pergi keluar sama2 tengok wayang. it is like a family thing. makin besar makin sukar sebab masing2 have life of their own. but i make the effort. sedih kalau org mcm endah tak endah, nak tak nak pergi. but i have to strong sebab if im not, sape lagi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if later, i get married and i akan jadi milik husband totally. nak balik rumah mak kena mintak izin and all. if i get a good husband yang understanding and faham that im the eldest and i have to keep the family tight, alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if not, i dont know. so the least i can do, is now...when i have the capability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing is, i asked things. i required answer and then baru it satisfy me. i keep thinking of things until i understand it. but ones find it boring of me to be curious all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, that is what it need to interesting, then so be it. so be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never thought it would be the boring part of me. i thought my inability to enjoy jokes and my blurriness would make the point of me being boring. tapi salah rupanya. ini tepat ke batang hidung bila omputih buat kata2 curiosity kills the cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well the cat aint dead yet. lets hope the cat will live forever. and coming to my sense, although ia sangat menyedihkan, my sense told me to change for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just one thing, would anyone love me enough to change diri mereka for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm.i wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18737458-4216853989115407119?l=notthatshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Maybe I could be more open and entertain random guy more nicely and gently rather than ignoring them. Or maybe i could join those forums to meet interesting people and be more interesting person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I could be crazier than before. Drink few beers or wine or whatever alcohol crap yang ada atas bumi ni. Maybe went out to the club and be wilder. Wear bikini to the beach (mcm dlm previous posting). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sneaking out of the house, stealing the car key and get a date under the moon at 1 am at night. Or maybe had random sex. How is that sounds like? Maybe i could contact Paris Hilton and ask her to teach me to be like her because it seems like she is having a wonderful luxurious life. But of course I need to get a father that own hotels around the world first before I can be her. Oh, I have to wear dresses that shows off cleavage and panties...right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in all. it is just a blabbing of a person that had gone through all those below phases of emotions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) choked and shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) hurt and sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) calm and steady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) ANGRY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I choked and shocked, pretending like nothing had been said was sort of easy. Ignoring that it was never happened could actually made me emotionless. and living the moment like it was nothing. and when I started breathing, the reality checked in and letting all those emotion coming in my heart without saying hello, it fills my heart with hurt and sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hurting and sadness was all over my head. it was like someone cut my heart and leaving it to bleed so bad without any bandage. but i couldn't cry not even an ounce of tears. never thought it would be that painful not to cry...and when i tld my self not to cry, it actually made me calm and steady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and again...other feelings start flowing in. I AM FREAKING ANGRY. because I am so angry, i do things to challenge all the moral aspect in life that you could never think i would. well..its all words. not really an action. I am angry so angry that I would do things against my own will and the people that I love's will. and i am saying absurd things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, this posting is just another one of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i know, the solution to avoid being boring is shutting my fat mouth up and be a good girl. probably nicer of i be a sexy DOLL and a silent mouth.hmmm...interesting kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FU0lLCaycBs/SwdfcQ8ObCI/AAAAAAAAClE/TKZFZVHKaCs/s1600/doll-radio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FU0lLCaycBs/SwdfcQ8ObCI/AAAAAAAAClE/TKZFZVHKaCs/s400/doll-radio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406394816870116386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, who wants to be my ventriloquist? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18737458-7403547414293175775?l=notthatshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Apple of My Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You left it, I sent it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You left it, I sent it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I had you here, I'd clip your wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snap you up and leave you sprawling on my pin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This plan of mine is oh so very lame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you see the grass is greener where it rains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You left, I died,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I went and you cried&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You came, I think&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I never really know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've served my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've watched you climb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wrong incline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what do I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accept it, Don't let it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn the screw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accept it, And let it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scream back at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this applies both equally to you and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing we share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the same sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These empty metaphors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're all in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like can't you see the grass is greener where it rains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the garden Snake was a charmin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Eve said let's give it a try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now lead us not into temptation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no matter how hard I try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in the garden and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snake is a charmin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Eve says let's give it a try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eve is the apple of my eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I lie behind you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a cradle you in the palm of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I pat your hair down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think will we sink or swim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause we could do either on a whim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/18737458-9217642308112167297?l=notthatshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love sydney so much, that i hope they love sydney themselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/331003-Arial_View_Sydney_postcard-Sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 512px; height: 340px;" src="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/331003-Arial_View_Sydney_postcard-Sydney.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tengok harbour bridge, teringat 24/6/09...rindu la plak...(source: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/2fc6c/1c86e2/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er..on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i really love sydney that much? or i love someone in sydney? if i love sydney javascript:void(0)that much, no matter what happen, i will always love sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/17/92/07/terragal-north-of-sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/17/92/07/terragal-north-of-sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 412px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/17/92/07/terragal-north-of-sydney.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i always love the beach. and dreaming to go to the beach with "you". "you"..yes "you"..tp impian masih tak kesampaian..:(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(source: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/LocationPhotos-g255060-Sydney_New_South_Wales.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if i love sydney because of the person in sydney, i probably gonna end up loving sydney, hating sydney, loving sydney again, and hating sydney again...until..the story ends with some sort of hate/love ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh crap. i am talking like sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is...i am still loving sydney. cuma ada one tiny weeny part in my heart that is hurting. why? oh why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any clue? any answer? any cure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18737458-4276477914240497013?l=notthatshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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-_-'</title><content type="html">esok tak boleh nak update sangat rsaya.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be super busy the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will update the thing tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tujuan blogging ni nak cakap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE EXAMINATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously i mean it. sebab exam buat org semua jadi macam monster garang yg horror buat hati saye jadi sedih pilu down and lonely. pffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cepat2lah pergi encik exam.tinggalkan dunia saye supaye saye boleh senyum ceria semule.plis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saye sakit. sakit sangat2. sakit yang obatnye tak boleh dapat dari dokter biasa mahupun dokter pakar ataupun farmasi. obatnye ada satu je dalam donia and sampai sekarang tak bisa diperolehi. jadi tanggung je la sakit selagi boleh tanggung. kalau dah tak boleh pun terpaksa buat2 boleh sebab memang tak dapat obat selagi obat itu tidak dioffer. sob sob sob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sedut painkiller sambil layan blues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ie-HcFiEsI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ie-HcFiEsI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Ruth Sahanaya - Kaulah Segalanya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin hanya Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Yang tahu segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang ku inginkan&lt;br /&gt;Di saat-saat ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tak 'kan percaya&lt;br /&gt;Kau selalu di hati&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah ku menangis&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mengatakan yang sesungguhnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( korus )&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah segalanya bagi ku&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah curahan hati ini&lt;br /&gt;Tak mungkin ku melupakan mu&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lagi yang ku harap&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kau seorang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tak 'kan percaya&lt;br /&gt;Kau selalu di hati&lt;br /&gt;Haruskah ku menangis&lt;br /&gt;Untuk mengatakan yang sesungguhnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( korus )&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah segalanya bagi ku&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah curahan hati ini&lt;br /&gt;Tak mungkin ku melupakan mu&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lagi yang ku harap&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kau seorang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah segalanya untuk ku&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah curahan hati ini&lt;br /&gt;Tak mungkin ku melupakan mu&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lagi yang ku harap&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kau seorang&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lagi yang ku harap&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kau seorang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;bai...:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18737458-3172854751015881175?l=notthatshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kahwin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bertunang" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pelamin" /><title>pelamin dan bertunang.</title><content type="html">browsing punya browsing, tersangkut kat satu forum ni, yang tengah discuss pasal tunang dan patutkah bertunang ada pelamin. i was not browsing pasal tu, tapi biasala, bukak itu, bukak ini, terkait sana sini. well, since depa sentuh isu tu, i sendiri terpanggil untuk berikan pendapat SENDIRI.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first of all, it depends pada that individu tu la. kalau mampu go ahead. kalau tak mampu tapi nak buat jugak, go ahead la. your prob not mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thing is, this is my own opinion senses. for me, bertunang pun tak payah to begin with. nikah terus je. tapi if ada la bertunang nak ikut adat la *kononnye*, ikutkan family aku, sang lelaki tak patut berada di situ. datang pun tak boleh. patut duduk lepak2 di rumah main ps3 or psp or membongkang tedo berdengkur pun tak apa, yang pasti jangan jejak kaki la ke rumah perempuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itu one thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another thing, itu bertunang aje la.takde la nak payah berpelamin bagai siap mcm nak kawen. baik kawen sanding terus. huish. kerja 2-3 40 kali. penat je.penat tu bole tahan lagi. buang duit. baik pakai duit pelamin tu beli barang makan ke, cuti2 ke, tiket flight ke. lagi best beli tv plasma. wah. mengujakan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau tunang tu jadi sampai kawen, alhamdulillah la. tapi kalau putus di tengah jalan..siap dengan hutang bank yang amek sebab nak sewa pelamin, memang lepas tu nyanyi lagu pelamin anganku musnah la *azie kot pnynyi dia*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi kalau tanya aku le, memang tak payah. dari bazir2 segala itu semua, baik saving duit utk kehidupan selepas kawen. takde la rela dah abis kawen dengan grandnye, lepas tu bila malam nak makan balik umah mak sebab kecapitan fulus nak beli barang makan. peh. buang karan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baik simpan duit dari dibazirkan,beli tv plasma pastu bole duduk berduan manja2 kat rumah sambil berperang pasukan bola mana akan menang. wah. itu lagi mengujakan dari buat pelamin yang pasang utk sehari pastu bukak, tadaaa...bayarla ribu2. oh sekian. aku kirim salam tak mahu je la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau, ku bilang kalau ye, kalau nak buat la bagi aku, cukup la sikit la hias sket.pakai baju santek sket. tak banyak pun tak ape santek nye sebab aku dah memang cantik. bwhahahaaha. pastu sarung la tilam tempat nak duduk tu dengan sarung sulam tekad. nak hias2 sket dengan sulam tekad. itu turun temurun tu keluarga punya (oh, jimat super daripada beli cadar mak nenek segala baru. selamat fulus den..soping baju pun sodap)..lagipun, tradisional..comel dan simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. itu dah reveal aku punye plan. tolong jgn tiru. tp, aku bukan nak tunang pun. ahah. ini pandangan dan pendapat. tak tahu la kot2 dah sampai masa ada org nak sponsor baju bilik cadar pelamin segala bagai, buat aje la. bwahahaha.free aku nak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makan free aku nak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ada jual bodigad free tak? sehensem josh hartnett? teng teng teng *oiit. baru sedar. tadi ada org tiru teng teng teng saye...tiyuuuuu!! hepp. babap nnt*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. nak tedo la. bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18737458-6560456542870544430?l=notthatshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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euwww. tak kena. tak boleh lah. anyway, tadi borak2, masa abg ayed and kak ikin ada. so sambil main2 dengan adik pastu nak bahasakanlah diri aku apa. sape tah sebut, "mak yong". pastu mak cakap la..."takde dia endak nye dipanggei makyong. dia cikyong" and i heard it la kan. pastu ofcourse la menjawab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello. takde takde. yong dipanggil cikyong okeh. ihiks. saye adalah yong yang palin muda dari yong yong sekalian. meh cerita sket. family belah mak, ada 4 orang anak sulung perempuan, so ofcourse la panggil yong la kan. tapi aku adalah yong paling muda. so, no way jose memanggil ku mak makyong ni. ihiks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pastu masuk la tiba2 kalau ada pakcik nye nak panggil ape. abang ayed la.kalau tak mencarut tak sah. aku jawab spontan le, "kalau pakcik nye panggil yeop la. ape kelas panggil pakcik..euwww".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abang ayed dgn spontan juga cakap..."kalau nama brahim panggil yeop bra le yek..?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bwahahaha..ok. kalau tak cakap tak senonoh tak sah dia ni. dapat tangkap x?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pastu dia sambung, "kalau namanya rosli, panggil cho..jadi cho-li.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ceh sungguh. peh. kalau tak merapu tak sah. so aku jawab..ish.ape kelas itu semua. panggil "uncle" sudeyh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uncle pun best kan? kena bawak yg rambut blonde la macam ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"come darling. come. here is your uncle. uncle ......" *terbayang muka josh hartnett masa ni. aci tak?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:_OT3iANZWq9TmM:http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/scanner/josh_hartnett_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 135px;" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:_OT3iANZWq9TmM:http://www.nerve.com/CS/blogs/scanner/josh_hartnett_08.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;uish. takboleh la bawak pakcik hensem mcm ni punya hot and sexy perkenalkan kat anak sedara. kang dorg drool dengan "uncle" dorang camne? bwhahaha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:_1MSctd0tlmNDM:http://www.mostbeautifulman.com/news/wp-content/joshhartnett-photo-josh-hartnett-6233411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 130px;" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:_1MSctd0tlmNDM:http://www.mostbeautifulman.com/news/wp-content/joshhartnett-photo-josh-hartnett-6233411.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ok.sopan sikit camni boleh la? oh before that. i hate blondie. so, tukar pada brunette kot? ape2 la asalkan bukan blonde.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahahaha.mimpi josh hartnett jadi uncle budak2 ni. meaning josh hartnett laki aku la? oh. *drool...slurpp..wOOt wOOt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18737458-5726941874626423073?l=notthatshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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ahah. maybe nama mariam sebab in the dream takde plak muncul husband ke ape. oh, tapi ada a friend sama2 jalan with me. reck tak silap i. and she was pregnant in the dream too. besar gile perut dia but dia tak beranak la dalam mimpiku itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahah. what a weird dream, eyh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geekologie.com/2008/04/08/baby-chocolate-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.geekologie.com/2008/04/08/baby-chocolate-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;creepy la plak kalau baby besar ni. and this gambar, baby ni ada chocolate. creepy and rasa tak best kan? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;(source: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geekologie.com/2008/04/08/baby-chocolate-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18737458-1940188412068183779?l=notthatshoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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term="ayah" /><title>kasih dia.</title><content type="html">Kita biasa tengok macam mana seorang ayah find it hard to show their compassion terhadap anak2 mereka. for those yang ada bapa2 yang memang tunjukan their compassionate terhadap anak2, bersyukur la.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as for my father, he is a loving man. cuma part meluahkan memang bukan dia. sarcasm is his word, his way nak encourage and menaikkan semangat anak2. kena take it as a challenge and positive way lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi kalau salah ambil memang boleh pedih hati. cara dia mengajar pun agak kasar, sebabnya he learned through the hard way because he was not from a wealthy family and his background sendiri, he grew up memang through hardness and though-ness of kehidupan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi tadi, masa bawak kereta nak ambil mak from her office, lalu dekat pasar malam and he said "eh..ada pasar malam. patut jem"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ajid dulu sebut...eh, pacar malam...(menyebut seperti kanak2 kecil sebut pelat2)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i asked him again, "ape dia ayah?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ajid, dulu..kecik2 kalau nampak pasar malam mesti sebut...eh, pacar malam.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dah 25 usia ajid and ketika ajid boleh bercakap begitu, probably 22 years ago and he still remembers. ayah ingat, ayah notice dan ayah sayang. cumanya..dia tak menunjukkan terangan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kalau ingat dia suap makan, tiga jari je dia gunankan sebab jari besar dan mulut kami kecil. tapi dia suapkan, mandikan, pakaikan baju, bawa jalan2...dukung aku..ingat lagi when i had my asthma attack (cant remember my exact age, maybe around 8-9 years old), dia dukung bawa pergi sedut di klinik. kalau tertidur dalam kereta masih dukung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact, few days ago, ayah baru balik kerja..super tired. passtu i was so hungry yg dah menggigil sebab didnt have anything solid the whole day, pergi grocer nak cari roti, and my brother said he was tired...so ayah offer to teman me to the grocer. he didnt want me to go alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ayah pergi kerja, pagi2 mak hantar sampai lrt, and he will take the lrt sampai ke masjid jamek, then switch to star to BTS. 50+ and still riding the lrt to work. dengan rambut putih dan perut "seksi", penat2 naik train. kesian, tp dia ckp lagi rela dalam train dari naik kereta drive sebab ngantuk nanti. suppose dah boleh rehat di rumah by his age. but i still cant afford to tanggung dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still have things to settle and all. doa2 la cepat abis belajar, dan cepat stabil and can jaga them. i hope adik2 tak le lemak sangat. if i got to further my study, i hope i can count on them to jaga my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haihs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FU0lLCaycBs/SvL9kXjeJoI/AAAAAAAACko/masZmaoLhrk/s1600-h/DSC_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FU0lLCaycBs/SvL9kXjeJoI/AAAAAAAACko/masZmaoLhrk/s400/DSC_1208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400657704410556034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kasih ayah. kasih ayah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nak pergi peluk perut ayah la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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