<?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-2324149173185538426</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:14:07.534+09:00</updated><title type='text'>wntastically wndrful.</title><subtitle type='html'>Flying is simple. You just throw yourself at the ground and miss.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6839743079687065702</id><published>2010-12-28T00:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:56:37.628+09:00</updated><title type='text'>TUMBLAH</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry , blogger. I replaced you with tumblr. But i love you, nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.formoreinformation.tumblr.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-6839743079687065702?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6839743079687065702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6839743079687065702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6839743079687065702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6839743079687065702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/12/tumblah.html' title='TUMBLAH'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3266367153875831345</id><published>2010-10-17T10:35:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:38:11.222+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Maher Zain</title><content type='html'>We came really early to Maju Junction to meet Maher Zain, while waiting, we met a worker from the CD shop (maher was going to the CD shop for the fanmeeting at 3) we came at 11 something. We also had a quick brunch. After solat, i was the first to queue at the empty line. Mama laughed. She said it was too early, but at the same time, she also encouraged me to wait there (she ask me to duduk bersila on the floor, waiting). Soon, more people started to line up. When lining up, a lot of things happened. Kaki cramp, and Kak Wai and I met NEW PEOPLE (the best part of the day, actually) they were all so friendly (especially these two bodyguards from the CD shop) [one a tall quiet guy wearing blue and another one with sepet eyes. Quite short.] Since we were early, all four of us began to chitchat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maher Zain came at 3 something after praying. There came OTHER bodyguards in black, blocking the view. then there was this MC, he greeted everyone, and asked us (kak wai and i) what time we came, we said 12. Then he talked about other stuff, (sigh! there goes our 5 seconds of fame), but Maher was looking at us, smiling with his adorable smile for exactly 2-3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came our turn to get our CDs signed. Maher asked us what time we arrived, we said twelve, he thanked us. We had too many CD and the time was limited, so one of the managers told maher to just sign, no need to write our names, but Maher backed us up, saying "They waited from 12!" He could only write Makyang's name, Kak Jannah's, Kak Wai's. Not mine. I was, of course,really upset. But i didn't do anything. But then Makyang asked her friend to help ask maher to write my name on the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy again, but both Kak Wai and I were still upset that we didnt get to take a picture with Maher. (kak ain took for us, but it was from behind, so...) So we pouted, and complained to the two bodyguards (the tall quiet and the short sepet. ) they said they couldn't do anything. So Kak wai and I decided to line up again. But halfway, the two bodyguards called us and let us take a quick picture with Maher (so we actually cut line~ so jahat x)) Everyone was wondering how we get to cut the line, but oh well ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then kak wai took a picture of me with maher, and i took kak wai's picture with maher. But mine turned out to be UGLY, so, i didn't know why, but i cried. We went upstairs to find makyang and mama, but i came back downstairs to thank the bodyguards. ( i was still crying). On the way upstairs on the elevator, i was wiping my tears, then this swedish guy asked me what was wrong.( i dont know if he's a relative of maher or the manager)  I started crying harder and told him the picture i took with maher was ugly. So he said nevermind, he took me to a corner with kak wai, and we waited for maher to reach upstairs to leave. While waiting, we chatted with the swedish guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as Maher went upstairs, and everyone crowding him, the swedish guy asked the bodyguards to stop, asked maher to stop and he asked maher to take a picture with me. He said "Maher, take a picture with her, or else she'll start crying!" I was a little "-.-", but i didnt mind, because i got to take a picture with him, unlike the others. After a quick snapshot, i heard a dude saying "AKAK, AKAK untung kak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me akak -.- but well, i was too happy to be bothered by it. I WAS lucky. And i'm really thankful. Today, i feel really GRATEFUL. i feel really lucky. Mama also told me "We learnt something jugak today. Allah tested you, you didnt get his signature, you didnt get a picture, but then, came something better." Ye lah... if i got the picture right the first time, i wouldnt have cried and meet the swedish guy and take a PERSONAL picture with Maher kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qai tulis cacat siikit, (Tengah penat, berdiri berapajam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soundtrack of the day? InsyaAllah and Alhamdulillah. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak wai and i were like "InsyaAllah, we'll find our way! (to take a picture with Maher!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qai tak tau nak tag siapa... so. takpalah :P&lt;br /&gt;Comment · LikeUnlike · Share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *&lt;br /&gt;   *&lt;br /&gt;     Maryam Farzanah, Muhammad Hani Danial, Ahmad Emil and 21 others like this.&lt;br /&gt;   *&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Wan Juwairiah Nurbadrin Tajuddin Yupp. Basically it sums up everything that happened today ! :)&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 20:07 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Qasrina Karim WAN! I ENVY YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 20:10 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Wan Ruqaiyah Nurminnurain Tajuddin Qas - Hehehehehehehehehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           still wanna know siapa that swedish dude... the manager? the relative?&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 20:11 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Iskandar Dzulcarlnain just two words " QAI HEBAT"!&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 20:21 · LikeUnlike · 1 personLoading...&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Wan Ruqaiyah Nurminnurain Tajuddin and orang lain that helped pun hebat. AC pun hebat :D&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 20:22 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Ain Diyana Annuar ur drama is superb qai!!! IM PROUD OF YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 20:33 · LikeUnlike · 1 personLoading...&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Ayushah Jamil Qai...Pah Chik ni very sensitive. Kalau tengok orang menangis, mesti menangis sama2. Even reading this note made me cry.......proud of you girl....&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 20:41 · LikeUnlike · 2 peopleLoading...&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Fadhil Alimin&lt;br /&gt;           Seriously, if you buat cerita ni, dlm movie. Mesti smart! The True Story of Wan Ruqaiyah wants to meet Maher Zain so much! wow!&lt;br /&gt;           i cant believe you buat benda ni..&lt;br /&gt;           Seriously dowh, tak percaya gila! mesti Maher Zain remember you!&lt;br /&gt;           Woohoo! WELL D...ONE W.R.N! :'DSee more&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 20:57 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Qasrina Karim i feel you while reading your story... :') bravo wan!&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 20:58 · LikeUnlike · 1 personLoading...&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Nasrun Sani Really love yr story its so you... my niece he he&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 22:03 · LikeUnlike · 2 peopleLoading...&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Roselynna Mohd Shaarani kahkahkahkah.....QAI memang HEBAT....&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 22:09 · LikeUnlike · 1 personLoading...&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Zarina Abdullah Azizi Qai memang hebat...heheheh...don't know nak nangis or ketawa...both i guess...&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 22:29 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Ain Diyana Annuar ketawa sampai nangis wanchu&lt;br /&gt;           10 October at 22:29 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Zainah Ahmad Zamani Wow, alhamdulillah good for you Qai.... Mak Lang felt so touched baca your Maher Zain story... well done!!!&lt;br /&gt;           11 October at 07:14 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Wan Nadiah Wan Abdullah Scoop of the century. How apt...InsyaAllah and Alhamdulillah ;)&lt;br /&gt;           11 October at 08:08 · LikeUnlike · 1 personLoading...&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Che Yang Annuar No worries Qai..paham2 aja laa..family kita suka nyakat&lt;br /&gt;           11 October at 09:06 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Nurkhalisah Mohamad Razali nak jugak ...........&lt;br /&gt;           11 October at 13:35 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Zarina Abdullah Azizi lisa nak apa?&lt;br /&gt;           11 October at 13:45 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Wan Safiyyah Nurnajah&lt;br /&gt;           ‎'we pouted' wait, WAI POUTS? HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           and omg without being there pun u make me feel embarrassed =.= (MALUNYA IF WE BUMP INTO THE SWEDISH GUY NANTI JUMAAT NI he'll be all "oh, the girl who cried. And her many si...sters") but whatever makes you happy sis :)See more&lt;br /&gt;           11 October at 19:42 · LikeUnlike · 2 peopleLoading...&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Zarina Abdullah Azizi Wancu lagi suka kalau dia ingat.....sebab maybe dapat lagi special treatment....... :)&lt;br /&gt;           11 October at 20:52 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Wan Ruqaiyah Nurminnurain Tajuddin KAN?! :D :D :D :D :D tapi nanti safiyyah sebok HAHAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;           11 October at 21:59 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Azizi Iskandar hahahaahhaahah!! kllakr betul la adik sedara aku ni.. dramaqueen!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;           11 October at 22:32 · LikeUnlike · 1 personLoading...&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Nurkhalisah Mohamad Razali lisa nak ..... jumpa maher zain ........&lt;br /&gt;           13 October at 16:06 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Safiyyah Shaharuddin kak qai, ngeh. takdenyaaa. kak adah pon sebok gak nanti, bkn saf je :P&lt;br /&gt;           SOKONG ABG AZIZI. DRAMAQUEEN ! :P&lt;br /&gt;           Friday at 06:20 · LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;         o&lt;br /&gt;           Mohammed Basir Abdullah Azizi next time cry again....&lt;br /&gt;           Yesterday at 09:24 · LikeUnlike · 1 personLoading...&lt;br /&gt;   * Write a comment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-3266367153875831345?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/3266367153875831345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=3266367153875831345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3266367153875831345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3266367153875831345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/10/maher-zain.html' title='Maher Zain'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2931121264506839840</id><published>2010-06-20T23:13:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T23:15:12.127+09:00</updated><title type='text'>turn falling for the falls</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7u11idEZ9Lc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/7u11idEZ9Lc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;br /&gt;I love the song, the freaking song. (: It's for you, and you know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-2931121264506839840?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2931121264506839840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2931121264506839840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2931121264506839840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2931121264506839840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/06/turn-falling-for-falls.html' title='turn falling for the falls'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2365185859688254993</id><published>2010-06-04T23:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:24:03.507+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Every little piece.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/TAkJBssxWnI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gSxFq6ZSR6c/s1600/2949183204_19b66fe71b_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/TAkJBssxWnI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gSxFq6ZSR6c/s320/2949183204_19b66fe71b_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478920346456382066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO FOLKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long time since we've sat down for a cup of tea and talked , am i right? Well, it's time now, isn't it, to have our little story telling. Have i told you what's happening lately in my life? No? Well, here goes, alright. It had been ages, ages, i say, that i'd start thinking about days that had passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting drizzly, Malaysia, and even hotter. Hotter, and wetter, i told myself. Been out and in, from buildings, and people's minds. Getting busier with Exams that ended last week, with the family outing and dance we're having this week, with Cyberlink party last sunday, outing with Jillian tomorrow (which likely not to be happening for me since i'm going out for the family thingy), Badminton every Saturday (which supposedly will be tomorrow but AGAIN not happening), a few fights here and there, heart stranded here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been video editing quite a lot, and re-writing the stories i've written quite fail-fully. Kak Wai had just been to UIA, and I'm sorta alone every morning, after mama would leave for work. I get weird feelings every morning, but i try to shake it off. Kak Wai going away is a bad and a good thing. Good thing is, she won't be nagging me to clean up the house, bad thing is, i'd be responsible of cleaning up the house. I'm not sure, if i'm ready to take that responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayah's out, too, (to Indonesia) and only be coming back so long from now. We can't celebrate his birthday this year, but we made sure he'd be surprise by the card we've sent him, yes, it's one of those singing twinkling cards, singing about him being 50. Yes, the big five zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marks are not so good, not so bad, i'm half satisfied. I don't think anything lower than 75 would exceed my satisfaction. I'm up for an A, not a B+. I hate getting so close to 75. (Yes, i got BM 73) -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'm taking my mind off of things, and i enjoyed reading Harry Potter, yes, 4 books in a week, already. I'm so psyched. But, being able to ead 4 books in a week is a sign, either that i'm so rajin, or i have no life, or both. I choose both. Bingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life? Maybe i do have a life, but it's as if all of my soul had been sucked up by a dementor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. Who's up for Mama's food? I'm in. I'm off. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2324149173185538426-2365185859688254993?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2365185859688254993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2365185859688254993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2365185859688254993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2365185859688254993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/06/every-little-piece.html' title='Every little piece.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/TAkJBssxWnI/AAAAAAAAAa8/gSxFq6ZSR6c/s72-c/2949183204_19b66fe71b_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-8190949309123402678</id><published>2010-04-07T20:12:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:19:41.169+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensodyne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S7xo12zG67I/AAAAAAAAAak/wkbyY4XM_Ao/s1600/b5_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S7xo12zG67I/AAAAAAAAAak/wkbyY4XM_Ao/s320/b5_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457352122918431666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that ring. badly badly badly! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooo blogging buddy. I havent updated for ages, but i know you wont mind. Blogging is now officially outdated. TUMBLR. I created tumblr two years ago but i decided not to post anything cause i had no idea how to use it. You cant blame me, i was only 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i didn't even want to post anything, but i told myself it'd be better to just let you guys know that i'm still alive, and i'm healthy bla bla bla. So here goes. 2CYBER the awesome will be having some business going on on 30th of April, for hari keusahawanan, or as you call it Hari Kantin. So i've been busy and all. We're gonna makes lots of stuff that i'm not gonna tell here. HOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue - Moustaches, Bob Loblaw (pronounced as Bablabla), Megat Jackson an Hugh Jass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) See you by then, Lahvs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-8190949309123402678?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/8190949309123402678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=8190949309123402678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8190949309123402678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8190949309123402678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/04/sensodyne.html' title='Sensodyne'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S7xo12zG67I/AAAAAAAAAak/wkbyY4XM_Ao/s72-c/b5_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3898545752681605969</id><published>2010-03-28T22:01:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:07:39.323+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy days are here again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S69TXSfjQSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3JDoItWGZpU/s1600/20081105103058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S69TXSfjQSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3JDoItWGZpU/s320/20081105103058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453669333335228706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, you all deserve an explanation on my sudden "i dislike people", post thingy. Wellllllll, where do i start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safiyyah Shaharuddin Khalilah Anis Aryani Mawaddah&lt;br /&gt;Nadia Dalili Aida Khairunnisa Puteri Aisya Marissa Aznur Basyir Ashley Soong&lt;br /&gt;Aliah Alhabshi Nuri Isfahana Akmal Hafizuddin Amira Balqis Aziq Kamarudzaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those names up there are those i once trusted. Some of them, i still do. 5 of them somehow, had grown apart from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One - This person knows one of my deepest secrets. But now all i think about this person is a self absorbed attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two - This person knows EVERYTHING about me. She just annoys me by being less interested in what else i've got to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three - Our biiiiiiig fight led us to not being able to trust each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four - This person is just ANNOYING. Thinks he knows so much about me pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five - Doesnt care about me the way i cared about him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess which one you are. jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-3898545752681605969?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/3898545752681605969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=3898545752681605969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3898545752681605969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3898545752681605969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-days-are-here-again.html' title='Happy days are here again'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S69TXSfjQSI/AAAAAAAAAaM/3JDoItWGZpU/s72-c/20081105103058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6548895044617704327</id><published>2010-03-28T00:46:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:50:13.670+09:00</updated><title type='text'>mocking bird.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S64orZdRKZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/yRKvSEpJLmQ/s1600/tumblr_kz50qhQkiT1qamsluo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S64orZdRKZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/yRKvSEpJLmQ/s320/tumblr_kz50qhQkiT1qamsluo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453340924825381266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="20" height="20"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7wv2iJNENNg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7wv2iJNENNg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="20" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="25" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7wv2iJNENNg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/7wv2iJNENNg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="25" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's be rich and buy our parents a house in south of France, let's be rich, buy people sweaters and teach them how to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't like many people now. and i am pretty sure they're sick of me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-6548895044617704327?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6548895044617704327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6548895044617704327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6548895044617704327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6548895044617704327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/mocking-bird.html' title='mocking bird.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S64orZdRKZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/yRKvSEpJLmQ/s72-c/tumblr_kz50qhQkiT1qamsluo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6449287902411080985</id><published>2010-03-19T18:18:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:20:30.284+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakeface.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S6NBiSUwgvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Nzk5MtSV1Lc/s1600-h/catseee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S6NBiSUwgvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Nzk5MtSV1Lc/s320/catseee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450272031338693362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday night was super awesome. No doubt. Beat-ed some of the previous parties went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, Balloon Saver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-6449287902411080985?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6449287902411080985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6449287902411080985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6449287902411080985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6449287902411080985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/cakeface.html' title='Cakeface.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S6NBiSUwgvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Nzk5MtSV1Lc/s72-c/catseee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-7438122796678296195</id><published>2010-03-14T22:00:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:08:50.960+09:00</updated><title type='text'>cyberers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5zeZpWJVmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6_UUE-P2iIA/s1600-h/tumblr_kxpirku1gT1qapcpeo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5zeZpWJVmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6_UUE-P2iIA/s320/tumblr_kxpirku1gT1qapcpeo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448474181388293730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello fellow wantasticalliereaderers. (: I'm happy that you're here again but on today's post, it will be specially for the 2CYBERERS. So open your eyes wide because it's the new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 CYBER 2010 COMPETITION~&lt;/span&gt; okay, like JASON have said, to encourage more people on participating more in blog activities, we have a competition. The 50th person to write their name on the CBOX will win deliciously interesting prizes , including free permission to slap JIE WEN.&lt;br /&gt;More more and more information provided in the class blog, www.2cybers.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-7438122796678296195?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/7438122796678296195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=7438122796678296195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7438122796678296195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7438122796678296195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/cyberers.html' title='cyberers.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5zeZpWJVmI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6_UUE-P2iIA/s72-c/tumblr_kxpirku1gT1qapcpeo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6137750151498492350</id><published>2010-03-10T21:41:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:50:57.208+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The remedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;The remedy is the experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a dangerous liaison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say the comedy is that it's serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a strange enough new play on words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of your nights with the light on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So shine the light on all of your friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it all amounts to nothing in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I LIKE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5eUUGNoejI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-zsf_wtFzdE/s1600-h/tumblr_kqb8tydRbG1qzlvpto1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5eUUGNoejI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-zsf_wtFzdE/s320/tumblr_kqb8tydRbG1qzlvpto1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446985347313990194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="30" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnrQeGzNnps&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;autoplay=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnrQeGzNnps&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="30" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-6137750151498492350?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6137750151498492350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6137750151498492350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6137750151498492350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6137750151498492350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/remedy.html' title='The remedy'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5eUUGNoejI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-zsf_wtFzdE/s72-c/tumblr_kqb8tydRbG1qzlvpto1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-912917565954457510</id><published>2010-03-09T20:11:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:47:44.557+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharifah Aliah</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5YtX5ouTiI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gUv7GMzSMQY/s1600-h/tumblr_kq9qx60r8L1qzyagco1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5YtX5ouTiI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gUv7GMzSMQY/s320/tumblr_kq9qx60r8L1qzyagco1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446590687983062562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told you a few months back that i have prepared some words for you, though i must admit sadly that i do not recall where i have saved those words, i do now have something else to say.  I may have upset you the way you have upset me, but that is the way it always it. Both of us have many things in common that we both do not dare to admit in ourselves. We hide our feelings and we are like in masquerades, hiding our true selves. We may be too honest sometimes, and we may hide what we shouldn't. I must carry on to the point of this post. The reason why i have not treat you so well these past few days was because of my own selfish reasons. And that was why i was too ashamed to tell everyone about it. I only told those i truly trust most, and would understand if they were in my situation. I thank dearly to &lt;b&gt;Puteri&lt;/b&gt; for being the first to talk to me when i cried my eyeballs off, and to &lt;b&gt;Aida&lt;/b&gt;, the one who tried her hardest to make the situation better, and being there when i wasn't for her. &lt;b&gt;Amira&lt;/b&gt;, for understanding so much. &lt;b&gt;Lukman&lt;/b&gt;, for concerning, and i need to thank &lt;b&gt;Akmal&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Azman&lt;/b&gt; too, for being such a whiny meanie. Back to where we started, the reason for why i was mad will not be told here, but if i'm ready i'd tell you face to face. Like i said, you know me better than anyone else, so you should understand why i need a break from all of this. I must say i feel really bad about this, and everytime i can't stop getting my mind off of these argument, but you don't seem to care, you seem like you're having a jolly good time without me. I told &lt;b&gt;Mai&lt;/b&gt; that we will eventually be friends again, in fact i'm sure of it. But in the meantime, take this as a vacation until both of us are ready to put back our masks on and enjoy this masquerade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: Today was a horrible day for me. Hope you're happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PPS; if you are not happy or if you're dissatisfied about my choice, you simply don't get me. And if you don't get me at this point, then i doubt that you ever will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-912917565954457510?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/912917565954457510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=912917565954457510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/912917565954457510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/912917565954457510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-me-when-im-not-needed-and-i-shall.html' title='Sharifah Aliah'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5YtX5ouTiI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gUv7GMzSMQY/s72-c/tumblr_kq9qx60r8L1qzyagco1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-4529659490945172776</id><published>2010-03-08T22:38:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:07:22.045+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurtful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Don't try making me feel better, i'm only getting worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You can't just say whatever you want. You're as responsible for your words as you are for your actions. And some words hurt. Smart people know what to say, a wise person knows whether to say it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So my heart has been shipwrecked again, and i try to swim, to dry land to reach the shore. It's a desert island, and i write "Help" in the sand as large as i can that you ignored, so i'm waving at airplanes, waiting for ships to come take me away. When i noticed the tide sure is coming in fast, i guess that this song really would be my last. So, the quicksand is pulling me down you couldve pulled that rope, you could save me from despair. I was cast away you let me drown so i tried to scream but i bet no one would hear. Put a message in a bottle that you'd never read, so this is the last song that you'll get from me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like i'm stranded here with no one to rescue me, abandoned by everyone i need. I feel like you played me, i feel like such a fool, left stranded here by you.&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/2324149173185538426-4529659490945172776?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/4529659490945172776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=4529659490945172776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4529659490945172776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4529659490945172776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/hurtful_08.html' title='Hurtful.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3009344353661052323</id><published>2010-03-07T16:35:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:42:39.463+09:00</updated><title type='text'>We both know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5NYvyPkY3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/kxvFpqPGEjU/s1600-h/tumblr_kyngk5qeOL1qa9o8bo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5NYvyPkY3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/kxvFpqPGEjU/s320/tumblr_kyngk5qeOL1qa9o8bo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445793952385229682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Those dark clouds bring all the winter rain. Something tells me we'll be together again. At the end of the day though my heart burns, I am still in love, As our dreams fade away and the world turns we will meet strangers on that road and feel like, we both know. I watch the flame Its flickering in the wind again its blowing out before nature has its way&lt;br /&gt;While there's love to save. We both know that we're holding on cause we cant let go. Have to give up on the fear of being alone&lt;br /&gt;yea we both know As night falls we lose sight in the haze, something tells me we will be together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; last night at Siti's surprise birthday party, it was hella awesome. (: Although i might not feel well, i still did have fun and the party turned out pretty successful (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2324149173185538426-3009344353661052323?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/3009344353661052323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=3009344353661052323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3009344353661052323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3009344353661052323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-both-know.html' title='We both know'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5NYvyPkY3I/AAAAAAAAAXk/kxvFpqPGEjU/s72-c/tumblr_kyngk5qeOL1qa9o8bo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-7207672837758995993</id><published>2010-03-06T11:51:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:02:54.489+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Displeasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5HFDkCk3sI/AAAAAAAAAXM/HFnnzB3DOVI/s1600-h/tumblr_kqoky6lPxD1qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5HFDkCk3sI/AAAAAAAAAXM/HFnnzB3DOVI/s320/tumblr_kqoky6lPxD1qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445350089472401090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't know who my real friends are anymore, I put my faith in you, what a stupid thing to do. And not to mention, the tears I cried. I should have kicked your ass instead, i need intervention, attention to stop this temptation to scream. Cause everything is F'ed up straight from the start, TELL me what do you do when it all falls apart? Got to pick myself up where do i start? Cause i can't turn to you when it all falls apart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can it be easier? Couldn't i change my life? Because it seems to just go bad every time! Will i be mending? Another one ending once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S ; Will be seeing you this evening .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-7207672837758995993?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/7207672837758995993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=7207672837758995993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7207672837758995993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7207672837758995993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/displeasure.html' title='Displeasure'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5HFDkCk3sI/AAAAAAAAAXM/HFnnzB3DOVI/s72-c/tumblr_kqoky6lPxD1qzb31mo1_400_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1314550690237618848</id><published>2010-03-05T12:14:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:20:31.993+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurtful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5B3Ziy682I/AAAAAAAAAW0/qHF7jek1cTI/s1600-h/7e34e01c3d484116d3ecab45d7da0318_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5B3Ziy682I/AAAAAAAAAW0/qHF7jek1cTI/s320/7e34e01c3d484116d3ecab45d7da0318_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444983230211748706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i used to laugh it off, i used to look the other way, i used to save the troubles for another day, i never used to take the blame, i'd pull a sunshine story in a pouring rain, the more i had to change the more i stayed the same. I used to bide my time, i used to beat around the bush, I'd rather give my ego another push, I used to be a fool, it was a foolish game i played, and it's a fool's faith counting mistakes i made, I once had it all but it was all too late.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't know what you've got until you're missing it a lot. I had to go throw it away, I was wrong from the start, from the bottom of my heart i apologize. What i did to you was hurtful, what i'm going through is hurtful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-1314550690237618848?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1314550690237618848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1314550690237618848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1314550690237618848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1314550690237618848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/hurtful.html' title='Hurtful'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S5B3Ziy682I/AAAAAAAAAW0/qHF7jek1cTI/s72-c/7e34e01c3d484116d3ecab45d7da0318_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1053172384930431526</id><published>2010-03-05T00:31:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:56:56.053+09:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S4_XvG9HcTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/cqAeSS0qzBA/s1600-h/tumblr_kxr6545Ylv1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S4_XvG9HcTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/cqAeSS0qzBA/s320/tumblr_kxr6545Ylv1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444807678834995506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It gets harder everyday, but I can't seem to shake the pain. I'm trying to find the words to say, please stay.  It's written all over my face, I can't function the same when you're not here, calling your name when no one's there. And I hope one day you'll see nobody has it easy. I still can't believe you've found somebody new. But I wish you the best, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody knows, that nobody really knows. How to make it work, or how to ease the hurt. We've heard it all before,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;that everybody knows just how to make it right. I wish we gave it one more try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody knows, nobody really knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what people say, they brought it all in anyway. don't fill up your head with he-said, she-said.  It seems like you just don't know.The radio's on, you're tuning me out. I'm trying to speak, you're turning me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still can't believe you've found somebody new.&lt;br /&gt;But I wish you the best, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-1053172384930431526?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1053172384930431526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1053172384930431526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1053172384930431526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1053172384930431526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-mess.html' title='beautiful mess'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S4_XvG9HcTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/cqAeSS0qzBA/s72-c/tumblr_kxr6545Ylv1qzjggvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2167752616677668854</id><published>2010-03-01T23:22:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:26:16.284+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsieOOb-52g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsieOOb-52g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Buble is in love with someone else, leaving me broken hearted,.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;True love walked out the door, i couldn't take it no more. True love, it broke my heart and made my whole life sore, you said you'd be my baby then why did you betray me? Temptations got to his head. Then i left him, and this is what i say, "It feels like, it's gonna be okay.", and "It feels right, it just feels that way. It feels like, it will be a better day. Cause i believe in the end good things are coming my way.",&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and just around the corner, i found &lt;b&gt;him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new boyfriend. Do not steal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;L &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/2324149173185538426-2167752616677668854?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2167752616677668854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2167752616677668854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2167752616677668854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2167752616677668854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/03/logan.html' title='Logan'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-4282708863151127782</id><published>2010-02-28T20:01:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:13:21.212+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Oceans</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="120" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8asx0KdBxTA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8asx0KdBxTA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="120" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maybe we'll go down as crazy , with a white flag sailing above it all&lt;br /&gt;breakthrough , when I lay beside you that's the moment I knew after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I was an island , you were the raging sea turning and breaking over the state of me. I was a fallout impassibility. Oh, these lights how they burn for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're the reason that I can't breathe but, if I drown I know you'll save me tell me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know you stray , I'll never give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you we're going down  You know I'll run this love aground Don't go, I can feel your heart it beats so and when you're close I'm moving real slow show me how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But things just gets so crazy living life gets hard to do, I'd gladly hit the road, get up and go if i knew, that someday it would lead me back to you. Sway back and forth like branches in a storm, change of weather still together when it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/2324149173185538426-4282708863151127782?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/4282708863151127782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=4282708863151127782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4282708863151127782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4282708863151127782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/oceans.html' title='Oceans'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-976839218125874597</id><published>2010-02-26T00:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:43:10.510+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mpodmin.swf" height="208" width="158" style="width:158px;height:208px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-mpodmin.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=45381262&amp;amp;path=2010/02/25&amp;amp;mycolor=222222&amp;amp;mycolor2=77ADD1&amp;amp;mycolor3=FFFFFF&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=false"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/45381262" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style:none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy today, aren't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I'm official Redaksi Team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-976839218125874597?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/976839218125874597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=976839218125874597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/976839218125874597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/976839218125874597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-bad.html' title='Good bad.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3259741536443301264</id><published>2010-02-24T12:36:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:40:10.957+09:00</updated><title type='text'>PanoPhobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S4Se_wf7CGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/H9REkh6wYVM/s1600-h/xlw6fb_large.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S4Se_wf7CGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/H9REkh6wYVM/s320/xlw6fb_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441649067958143074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't remember if it's panophobia, or ponaphobia or whatever, but it means fear of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently addicted to - All I Need by Alyssa Bernal and, saying Happy Birthday to random people.  I'm going off to school, if there are anything interesting to say, i'd come back and edit this. Byebye.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder if you and your heart are ready to fall in love with me&lt;br /&gt;And if you asked me to wait to say the same, then I can do with that.&lt;br /&gt;And Ill be here for you when youre ready just to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;But you have my heart already n I cant let you go&lt;/i&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/2324149173185538426-3259741536443301264?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/3259741536443301264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=3259741536443301264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3259741536443301264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3259741536443301264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/panophobia.html' title='PanoPhobia'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S4Se_wf7CGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/H9REkh6wYVM/s72-c/xlw6fb_large.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1005778150947602976</id><published>2010-02-18T12:54:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T13:05:19.822+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Technicality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3y6sEe_9pI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hHksTSHI89k/s1600-h/4250506079_7ce758fd24_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3y6sEe_9pI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hHksTSHI89k/s320/4250506079_7ce758fd24_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439427716237489810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love you more than you ever know, i love you more than you could ever see, more than my heart could ever show, i love you more than you'll ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So despite the fact that i'm a lazybum and i should be doing homework, i actually am obsessed over Sony Vegas 9.0 For real. I am obsessed. Everytime i turn on thie computer, I would click on MSN, Google Chrome, Sony Vegas 9, Photoshop CS4, and on google chrome i'd open up Google, Myspace, Facebook, Youtube, MY HEART, Dafont, Blogspot, Blogskins, AIWID, RW, Twitter, and if im happy enough, Formspring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh did i mention i love photoshop too? Okay honesly, both photoshop and SV are giving me headaches, and i think my hair is about to fall, and it'd give me deeper eyebags, but who the heaven cares right. And i keep on downloading stuff, like fonts. People might stare at me and say "Why do you download fonts?" But actually fonts are awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not the only one going insane. This computer is too,.&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/2324149173185538426-1005778150947602976?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1005778150947602976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1005778150947602976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1005778150947602976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1005778150947602976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/technicality.html' title='Technicality'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3y6sEe_9pI/AAAAAAAAAWM/hHksTSHI89k/s72-c/4250506079_7ce758fd24_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-7082000414555570212</id><published>2010-02-17T19:45:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:05:57.789+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Labcoats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3vLDYvHBcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7w7xGSkHxhw/s1600-h/z14394264_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3vLDYvHBcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7w7xGSkHxhw/s320/z14394264_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439164234020095426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I really don't know anymore, i really can't say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I was a fool to care, but yeah i don't care, even if i was a fool.&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-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and i know the title is totalllyy irrelevant with the content of this post, but who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Today i watched Juno again with Knjh, and we cooked Laksa, yum yum yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I really don't know what to say. I just like the picture. So bye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Sorry for wasting your time HAHHA&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/2324149173185538426-7082000414555570212?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/7082000414555570212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=7082000414555570212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7082000414555570212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7082000414555570212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/labcoats.html' title='Labcoats'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3vLDYvHBcI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7w7xGSkHxhw/s72-c/z14394264_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-7761715495321338041</id><published>2010-02-16T15:29:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:47:32.324+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3o9pUyzctI/AAAAAAAAAV8/g-QYXBlVIhw/s1600-h/128.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3o9pUyzctI/AAAAAAAAAV8/g-QYXBlVIhw/s320/128.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438727280169022162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we watched Valentine's day,  it was fine i guess, maybe i liked it because of the whole enthusiastic audience, or maybe because of the casts that i've known from other movies. But over all it was a very sweet , funny movie. Definitely worth watching. If i had to rate it , i'd say 7.5/10? maybe? Well, it's in the matter of opinion. it's PG 13, so yeah. Anne Hathaway, Ashton Kutcher, Jennifer Garner, Julia Roberts,  are very good actors and actresses. The others are too. The movie is quite predictable, very lovey-dovey ish. But, it's valentines day, what do you expect right? (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And actually i have to admit, i do like Taylor Swift's acting. Especially the scene on the elevator with Jennifer Garner. She was that innocent bimbo-ish girl. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't want to spoil the whole thing for you. So go see it yourself! Taylor Lautner was also cute in the movie. Seriously, i don't take him as "Hot",  he's just plain cute! (:  Both of them looked seriously cute in the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and, the actors and actresses are very good looking HEHEHE. i have crushes on &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of the guys in the movie. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On GOSH! Help me, Justin Bieber's song "Baby", is stuck in my head =.= I'm not a hater, i'm not a lover. But HAHAHA, of all songs, it must be that song. XD &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/2324149173185538426-7761715495321338041?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/7761715495321338041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=7761715495321338041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7761715495321338041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7761715495321338041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/doo-doo-la-da-di-da.html' title='Fairytale'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3o9pUyzctI/AAAAAAAAAV8/g-QYXBlVIhw/s72-c/128.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-4621590054143634296</id><published>2010-02-16T01:19:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:26:38.611+09:00</updated><title type='text'>closure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3l0OqyRAnI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LQYPNd8qL5s/s1600-h/3857756981_9e93e6c2ca_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3l0OqyRAnI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LQYPNd8qL5s/s320/3857756981_9e93e6c2ca_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505820378694258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I'm away from the sun again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing escaped from my mouth that much today, except on the end of Ikea Journey, when i was speaking in an unknown accent. Yeap. Good times, good times. I realize this, that i've always wanted a childish room of my own.  It's so cute! (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what else to write. All of my ideas are crappy, and my mind is full of blank thoughts. There aren't many to say now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i've got home. =.= and um, if you ever want to watch Valentines Day Movie, please do count me in. I'm desperate, i want a breathe of fresh sunway air and watch movies with friends again. Plus, i heard the movie is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED to STUDY, because exam is drawing itself nearer. Sigh. I also need to sleep. So till then, bye.&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/2324149173185538426-4621590054143634296?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/4621590054143634296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=4621590054143634296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4621590054143634296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4621590054143634296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/closure.html' title='closure'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3l0OqyRAnI/AAAAAAAAAVs/LQYPNd8qL5s/s72-c/3857756981_9e93e6c2ca_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6017510588205451780</id><published>2010-02-13T11:18:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:08:45.768+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy in love with Crazy Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7aJgoCmJUg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7aJgoCmJUg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is mine, so back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was edited on 14th of February (Sunday) at 11:07 P/M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyyy Birthday to MY AWESOME BEST FRIEND NADIANA EDORA!&lt;br /&gt;May your wishes come true (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year &amp;amp; Happy Valentine's Death Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-6017510588205451780?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6017510588205451780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6017510588205451780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6017510588205451780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6017510588205451780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/crazy-in-love-with-crazy-love.html' title='Crazy in love with Crazy Love.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1117213628747620116</id><published>2010-02-12T10:31:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:13:51.416+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3SwE379O6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/8pHLWvPz6_0/s1600-h/Untitled-21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3SwE379O6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/8pHLWvPz6_0/s400/Untitled-21.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437164247924423586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ou by the light, is the greatest find. In a world full wrong you're the thing that's right. Finally made it through the lonely to the other side. You said it again my heart's in motion every word feels like a shooting star. I'm at the edge of my emotions,watching the shadows burning in the dark, And I'm in love and I'm terrified.for the first time in the last time in my only life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;his could be good, it's already better than last. And nothing is worse than knowing you're holding back. I could be all that you needed, if you let me try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've been in love with the song since Didi Benami sang it, listened to the original, loved it too, listened to the person who actually wrote it, love the song even more/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kara dioguardi is a good songwriter, so far i've listened to some of the songs she wrote and i definitely love it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All i know is , she wrote the song Taking Chances by Celine Dion, To Be With You by David Archuleta, a Pink song -.- and um, Good Girls Go Bad is also written by her, if im not mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;unbelievable? Think again. Why would she be in American Idol if she aint good? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2324149173185538426-1117213628747620116?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S3SwE379O6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/8pHLWvPz6_0/s72-c/Untitled-21.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-9087469349221492342</id><published>2010-02-11T09:36:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:29:19.513+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's hear it for New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc20/sherylynnxx/icons/122.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;there are six billion, four hundred seventy nine , eight hundred eighteen thousand six hundred seventy one people in the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some are running scared, some are coming home, some are telling lies to make it through the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;others are just not facing the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;six billion people, six billion souls, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but sometimes all you need is one (:&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/2324149173185538426-9087469349221492342?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/9087469349221492342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=9087469349221492342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/9087469349221492342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/9087469349221492342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-are-six-billion-four-hundred.html' title='Let&apos;s hear it for New York'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc20/sherylynnxx/icons/th_122.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-508711586903227854</id><published>2010-02-09T20:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:34:42.399+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in the arms of imaginary friends, Free to roam, made a home out of everywhere I've been. Then you come crashing in, like the realest thing trying my best to understand all that your love can bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh half of my heart's got a grip on the situation, while half of my heart takes time. Half of my heart's got a right mind to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I can't keep loving you  with half of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-508711586903227854?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/508711586903227854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=508711586903227854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/508711586903227854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/508711586903227854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-born-in-arms-of-imaginary-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2108817927259982624</id><published>2010-02-08T22:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:11:35.610+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;does this darkness have a name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this cruelty, and this hatred,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how did it find us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did it steal into our lives until we seek them out and embrace it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what happened to us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that we now send young children to the world like we send young men to wars....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping for their safe return but knowing that some will be lost along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when did we lose our way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this darkness have a name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is it your name?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-2108817927259982624?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2108817927259982624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2108817927259982624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2108817927259982624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2108817927259982624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/does-this-darkness-have-name-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-7477704173239339788</id><published>2010-02-06T21:29:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:42:20.957+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Armour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ti Amour, Armour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Armour was friggin awesome. (:  We won 2nd place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i came to school early with Mai and Nad, i went upstairs to bilik kaunseling to find amira, Yuen and a few of other people getting ready for the perbarisan. They wore a hula, flower, and all those stuff, and with Lukman's glitter thing for the hair, WE SHONE! xD We all went downstairs, i was still helping, and it was darn tiring, walking around here and there. But it was worth it. Bluster's performance was awesome. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, me and Lukman had to explain the theme for the khemah, and we said random stuff, like "Kitorang pentingkan alam, nature." and "Because of all the natural stuff we have here, the khemah seems much cooler than any other khemah, and it's much calmer here. When the armours need a rest, they'd come here and find themselves relaxed." and the judges agreed. THEY TOLD US WE MAKE A GREAT TEAM, yeahhhh! hahaha. If Amira was there it could have been much better, Lukman talked a lot. Then i started talking. hahaha. The Wans did a lot ;)  We won second for best khemah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, i saw &lt;b&gt;QASRINA &lt;/b&gt;i miss here terribly, anyway, i saw her and she was pretttyyy as usual. I walked around with her, making everyone jealous cause she's MINE MUHAHEHOHA! I introduced her to everyone that i know (Literally), and we ate Pizza together with Nuri, Harry, Amir! Puteri went home early, sooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penyampaian hadiah was the best part of all, Armour's khemah was right beside Norton's, and it was so freaking awesome when we all were arguing on who won and who didn't. Norton vs. Armour, funny. Especially when Azman and Akmal was booing us, and we were booing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Armour bersemangat, "OHANA MEANS FAMILY, FAMILY MEANS NO ONE GETS LEFT BEHIND",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i enjoyed the day, did you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-7477704173239339788?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/7477704173239339788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=7477704173239339788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7477704173239339788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7477704173239339788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/armour.html' title='Armour.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1940725566995204193</id><published>2010-02-05T23:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:23:39.876+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Set me free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gravity, is working against me, and Gravity, wants to bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;- Alberto Wano De Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;a nickname given by Akmalto de Awesome.&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/2324149173185538426-1940725566995204193?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1940725566995204193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1940725566995204193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1940725566995204193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1940725566995204193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/set-me-free.html' title='Set me free.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-5133819017804796511</id><published>2010-02-02T00:58:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T01:07:29.064+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphabeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dj1MzoO7YmM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dj1MzoO7YmM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; white-space: normal; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not looking for arty farty love, I wanted someone to love completely , Someone more than weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for a decent boy, For a tender glance For a safety dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wuthering heights and the stormy nights, You give me ten thousand nights of thunder&lt;br /&gt;But I will give them all back to you 'cause you're so ooh&lt;br /&gt;(Doo doo doo)&lt;br /&gt;So ahh&lt;br /&gt;(Doo doo doo)&lt;br /&gt;So cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came like a thief in the night and stole my heart , Ooh Like a solitude erasure, Like an elevator&lt;br /&gt;And I know we'd do anything for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is you and me, For all eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're irresistible and I'm insatiable, Yeah  Love is an ocean of sweet emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5gtVcmBatE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m5gtVcmBatE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; white-space: normal; "&gt;Oh yeah you look at me, When my baby is taking my hand and we're walking and talking . And my parents, they don't wanna see me. My friends say I'm uncool but I let love rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah it's just because ,i'm crazy in love crazy in love&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah it's just because  i'm crazy in love&lt;br /&gt;crazy in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't you touch my boyfriend He's not your boyfriend He's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't you touch my boyfriend , He's not your boyfriend He's mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah we run away from private eyes,to privacy, my boy and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy really drives you mad And you know that ain't bad, oh yeahYou'll love him till you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-QReN6SICs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-QReN6SICs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm currently obsessed to these three songs.&lt;/i&gt;&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/2324149173185538426-5133819017804796511?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/5133819017804796511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=5133819017804796511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/5133819017804796511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/5133819017804796511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/alphabeat.html' title='Alphabeat'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2466173604742986033</id><published>2010-02-01T09:39:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:50:25.027+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Last Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S2YkZkkTVsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bMrQ9oYlVmE/s1600-h/21048_1324800714324_1060058067_1007141_6436925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S2YkZkkTVsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bMrQ9oYlVmE/s200/21048_1324800714324_1060058067_1007141_6436925_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433070022200350402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, LUKMAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be a post about Lukman's party. Gawd, where do i start? Hmm.&lt;div&gt;As we arrived there, i called Lukman and his dad answered, he told us where to go. We were kind of lost at first, but we managed to find it. It was hella awesome. o.o The same place for Jamuan Pengawas Tahun 6, but it looked much better with the balloons and decorated tables. So, we took a seat, aliah and i went to the ladies' room because we were worrying about how we looked LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party started and everyone stood up to take foods and all. I ate Mushroom soup! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole day was filled with taking pictures, and everyone was enjoying it. Lukman sang "Makin Jelas" by Hafiz and "Save The Last Dance For Me" by Michael Buble. It was enjoyable. I need to thank Amon for holding my vidcam for me as i went to dance. Humiliating part was, they were all pushing me towards the 'singer', -.- I hated them for that. Well i danced with &lt;b&gt;YANIE! &lt;/b&gt;she's my best dance partner, i remember we danced at her party, the song "You Belong with Me." by Taylor Swift. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was humiliated, the whole day. a lot of people were wearing hats lol. (: I was entertained by almost everyone, so i do thank them for that. Akmal was being... well, Akmal. He ate melted ice creams just to avoid being chosen for games. The only game he entered was the Mummy challenge. He won. I was the third. Azman too, was being himself. Aziq and Siti AHEMMMM xD. Khairun was a darling! Yanie &amp;amp; Aliah , groovy chics ;) Mai was a little quiet, Amira and i were like soulmates there! xD Kan kan amira? Ata was my date, so was Nana :) Haha, but Nana nak dua orang. One with me, and another with Aina. Lukman was busy with *wink wink, Amalina was quiet. umm, Daniel felt awkward since he was the only form 3 there. I bullied the Hafizes! haha, it was funnyyyy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well over all, it was fun, but i WISH i could turn back time, undo the humiliations so i could live and breathe again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh I know that the music's fine, kike sparkling wine,go and have your fun. Laugh and sing,but while we're apart, don't give your heart to anyone but don't forget who's takin' you home and in whose arms you're gonna be, So darlin' save the last dance for me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/2324149173185538426-2466173604742986033?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2466173604742986033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2466173604742986033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2466173604742986033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2466173604742986033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/02/hat-day.html' title='Your Last Dance'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S2YkZkkTVsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/bMrQ9oYlVmE/s72-c/21048_1324800714324_1060058067_1007141_6436925_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3414489215357409258</id><published>2010-01-28T20:33:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:36:46.309+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wellohellomellojellofellow.</title><content type='html'>Hello!(: Nuri and i had been wondering, who would ever want to be a chirologist &lt;-- or something like that? I mean, being an expert about feet and toenails? -.- that's just... weird. Anywhooo, today was over-all fun, that means it's normal. (: it's always fun. School is always fun. Although, Yin Leng said it's a miracle, because i finally made the BM teacher laughed. HAHAHA. (: And and, yes, if you are wondering, i AM going it Lukman's party. HOHOHO. Can't wait to see his parents again! And, er.. Well, I have nothing else interesting to talk about. So, good day. I SAID GOOD DAY! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-3414489215357409258?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/3414489215357409258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=3414489215357409258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3414489215357409258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3414489215357409258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/wellohellomellojellofellow.html' title='Wellohellomellojellofellow.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-7419624762736042051</id><published>2010-01-27T10:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:45:30.353+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Here you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Boy it's been all this time, and I can't get you off my mind, and nobody knows it but me. Everyday I wipe my tears away, so many nights I've prayed for you to say "I should have been chasing you, I should have been trying to prove, that you were all that mattered to me, I should have said all the things, that I kept inside of me and maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I could have made you believe, that what we had was all we'd ever need."&lt;br /&gt;My friends think I'm moving on, but the truth is I'm not that strong and nobody knows it but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then suddenly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tonight, I met a boy, and he seemed so familiar. Don't know where he's from, or what he's all about. But all I know is that I wanna be his friend; Get to know him a little better, and maybe hold his hand. And as the night went on, he got a little sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;And after that, he had me wrapped around his finger. I use to tell myself i wouldn't fall in love, unless he was the guy of my dreams. But here you are with my heart right beside me. Never thought that I'd follow through with my belief. You took a dream and made it so real. And I love the way this dream makes me feel; here you are! Here you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The rest is history, we got this down so well. That boy's my energy when all I wanna do is dwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And i love remembering the night that we first met.&lt;br /&gt;That story never gets old, oh how could we forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;he and I had something beautiful but so dysfunctional, it couldn't last I loved him so but I let him go 'cause I knew he'd never love me back. such pain as this shouldn't have to be experienced I'm still reeling from the loss, still a little bit delirious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;near to you, I am healing but it's taking so long cause though he's gone . and you are wonderful it's hard to move on&lt;br /&gt;yet, I'm better near to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But here you are with my heart right beside me. Never thought that I'd follow through with my belief. You took a dream and made it so real. And I love the way this dream makes me feel; here you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I've been hurt before, but you were there through all these while, and made my days better. You know who you are. Other than you, only Ashley knows how i feel. Yes, ashley awesome!&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/2324149173185538426-7419624762736042051?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/7419624762736042051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=7419624762736042051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7419624762736042051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7419624762736042051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-you-are.html' title='Here you are'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-7155809061261011909</id><published>2010-01-25T00:54:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:59:17.042+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, then mean it.</title><content type='html'>(: Hello fellow blog-stalkers!&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently a little drunk from laughing, since i just got back from Yanie's barbeque. It was awesome, of course. Maybe because those who were there are all those that i am comfortable being with, like Yanie, Aliah, Mai, Ata, Sheema, Asha, Alyssa, Rhyz, Hakim, Hakim's sister, and the parents. (Did i miss out anybody?) Well, it was fun, the whole night i've been mostly chit-chatting and had done pretty new things. I added Heuston's number to my phone for the first time, and so did he, (He put my name as WANTASTICO!) hahah, i argued with Rhyz, He said i can't spell, when i clearly can. He just has a hearing defection (HAHA proud cause baru habis buat science notes about hearing :P) I also went to Ata's house for the first time and gosh i envy her for having so many sports trophies. (I have none.) It was fun! Aunty Aieda was being a sweetheart for sending us (Aliah and I) Home. (: I feel sorry to nad for not being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-7155809061261011909?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/7155809061261011909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=7155809061261011909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7155809061261011909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7155809061261011909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/smile-then-mean-it.html' title='Smile, then mean it.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6664591646760502756</id><published>2010-01-23T21:50:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T21:52:36.838+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I see you smile it feels like I'm falling, it's not for anybody else to know&lt;br /&gt;The way your face could light the bitter dark of every street&lt;br /&gt;In every town I'll ever go&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that you and I have the greatest love to ever be&lt;br /&gt;How could this have ever been before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not for anybody else , not anybody else to know.&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/2324149173185538426-6664591646760502756?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6664591646760502756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6664591646760502756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6664591646760502756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6664591646760502756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-8774386273025750503</id><published>2010-01-23T12:05:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:10:29.984+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Is it possible to feel extremely happy but sad at the same time, because that is how i am feeling at the moment, and also the whole day yesterday. It was really really really fun yesterday and it wasn't because of what Akmal thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; (HE WAS WRONG!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, i was happy because of a lot of things yesterday, and somehow that made me feel sad for myself, yes. self pittance. The day yesterday ended with rain, and for the first time i felt happy because of a rain. It was cold and windy, i got away from the crowd, and secretly kissed the rain, all my might. Nadia &amp;amp; Ata &amp;amp; Siti &amp;amp; Khairun thought i was weird for liking yesterday so much. I think the only reason i liked yesterday was because of the rain. Yeppido. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"YOUR FRIENDS KNOW ME BETTER THAN YOU DO."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-8774386273025750503?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/8774386273025750503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=8774386273025750503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8774386273025750503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8774386273025750503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-it-rain.html' title='Let it rain'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-609700604939711376</id><published>2010-01-18T09:52:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T11:51:18.415+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"Remember to forget those who aren't worth your tears, and remember to remember those whom not have forgotten to make you smile again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. Truthfully, no i don't want this to happen, but i'm guessing you'd be happy if i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-609700604939711376?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/609700604939711376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=609700604939711376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/609700604939711376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/609700604939711376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-8005181630879418982</id><published>2010-01-17T21:11:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:17:17.353+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching you love someone else is hard enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Since i have gotten a baddd badd fever, and a cold, i think some kind of virus went inside of me, making me feel so refreshed but so tired at the same time. I am starting a new leaf now, leaving the past behind. Coming back from Port Dickson with exactly nothing to do except endure the bitter food (My tastebuds had gone wrong because of my cold -including my sanity-) I thought i'm going to really really change and now i mean it. No berfoya foya anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have deleted unimportant messages (Which means all), and all the unimportant numbers on my phone, but i can't seem to get rid of these thoughts in my mind. Please help me. I  need to forget. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"I can't talk to you anymore. It's not because i hate you, but the more i get to know you, the more i know that i can't be with you."&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/2324149173185538426-8005181630879418982?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/8005181630879418982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=8005181630879418982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8005181630879418982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8005181630879418982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/watching-you-love-someone-else-is-hard.html' title='Watching you love someone else is hard enough.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2557401936057252371</id><published>2010-01-13T23:24:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:29:37.655+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing sanity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S03YE48EClI/AAAAAAAAATg/39R56T19QQE/s1600-h/18179_1212168307623_1331235598_30564077_6979890_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S03YE48EClI/AAAAAAAAATg/39R56T19QQE/s200/18179_1212168307623_1331235598_30564077_6979890_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426230704566700626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Click for enlargement. All copyrights goes to Nuri Isfahana, one of the awesomenesterest person i've met. :) Go Nuri, be proud! Make pablo and schmooi proud of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S03YUKaeWXI/AAAAAAAAATw/ipMjJ2x46u4/s1600-h/18179_1212168507628_1331235598_30564082_4224778_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S03YUKaeWXI/AAAAAAAAATw/ipMjJ2x46u4/s200/18179_1212168507628_1331235598_30564082_4224778_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426230966955694450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S03YMC3gvWI/AAAAAAAAATo/3yg7gese0lU/s1600-h/18179_1212168227621_1331235598_30564075_5492727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S03YMC3gvWI/AAAAAAAAATo/3yg7gese0lU/s200/18179_1212168227621_1331235598_30564075_5492727_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426230827491048802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-2557401936057252371?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2557401936057252371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2557401936057252371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2557401936057252371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2557401936057252371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/losing-sanity.html' title='Losing sanity.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/S03YE48EClI/AAAAAAAAATg/39R56T19QQE/s72-c/18179_1212168307623_1331235598_30564077_6979890_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-5183080700774333833</id><published>2010-01-12T11:55:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:57:14.929+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets are meant to be told</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.formspring.me/widget/view/wanhebatlah?&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23fff&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23333" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" width="180" height="275" style="border:none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/wanhebatlah"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/wanhebatlah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go on and ask me a questions, create formspring and let's dig up some more secrets, anonymously, or if you'd rather tell who you are, then tell! xD Oh and follow me follow me, i'll follow you too, if i know you and if i am interested. -.- For the time being, i follow anyone . :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-5183080700774333833?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/5183080700774333833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=5183080700774333833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/5183080700774333833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/5183080700774333833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/secrets-are-meant-to-be-told.html' title='Secrets are meant to be told'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-8314279558643049867</id><published>2010-01-11T23:14:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:14:32.176+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts like ours.</title><content type='html'>Our hands began to tremble, as cold memories of love came back to me, i don't want to deny already. But, no matter how close we get, i know i cannot love you fully. i cannot think of you, because waiting for you is so difficult. I cannot endure this already. This love cannot be fulfilled. The name that i loved before, has become much more distant as i call it, and i want to keep it within me, i cannot love anyone but you, now that i realize it. Even the love that cannot be, is still called love.&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/2324149173185538426-8314279558643049867?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/8314279558643049867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=8314279558643049867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8314279558643049867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8314279558643049867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/hearts-like-ours.html' title='Hearts like ours.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-4224690906561522952</id><published>2010-01-10T17:44:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:33:20.451+09:00</updated><title type='text'>You appear just like a dream to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;OMG MICHAEL BUBLE! *HEARTS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i know i've added his video of haven't met you yet in my blog, but i'm like starting to grow fond of it more and more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So i just came back from Sunway to watch Sherlock Holmes, and yes. I love Sherlock and Watson. I love the movie,.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was full of awe, full of admiration, full of shocks and surprises. I can list all right now, I found out most juniors have a crush on Lukman xD, i found out that i love Akmal's way of speaking, his way of explaining everything and making me feel/sound/ look stupid. ;) I was also shocked (but at the same time pleased) that Shannon gave me a birthday present and for the first time Jie sheng complimented me ;) he said i'm hyper-active and fun xD And did you know that the movie Sherlock holmes is directed by Madonna's husband ? Yeahhh haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't break a broken heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-4224690906561522952?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/4224690906561522952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=4224690906561522952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4224690906561522952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4224690906561522952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-appear-just-like-dream-to-me.html' title='You appear just like a dream to me.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6129490066570802894</id><published>2010-01-09T21:24:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:28:04.362+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetically yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were young and times were easy, but i could see it's not the same. I'm standing here but you don't see me. I'd give it all for that to change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm standing out in the rain, i need to know if it's over, then i'd leave you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe i should give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-6129490066570802894?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6129490066570802894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6129490066570802894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6129490066570802894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6129490066570802894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/pathetically-yours.html' title='Pathetically yours'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1256183460622804957</id><published>2010-01-09T21:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:20:03.421+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Retard alert.</title><content type='html'>NEW CLASS BLOG,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.2cybers.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO LINK NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-1256183460622804957?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1256183460622804957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1256183460622804957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1256183460622804957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1256183460622804957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/retard-alert.html' title='Retard alert.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6049700343127386031</id><published>2010-01-08T11:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:05:50.052+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;How nervous, i am. He has no clue, but no, i can't possibly fall for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-6049700343127386031?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6049700343127386031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6049700343127386031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6049700343127386031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6049700343127386031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-nervous-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2367146207315004433</id><published>2010-01-08T11:00:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:03:10.072+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Over the sea and far away, she's waiting like an iceberg waiting to change. But she's cold inside, she wants to be like the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the muscles tighten in her face buries her soul in one embrace . They're one and the same just like water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire fades away, most of everyday is full of tired excuses but it's to hard to say.. I wish it were simple, but we give up easily. You're close enough to see that you're the other side of the world to me,.&lt;br /&gt;On comes the panic light holding on with fingers and feelings alike but the time has come to move along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you help me? Can you let me go? And can you still love me when you can't see me anymore;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-2367146207315004433?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2367146207315004433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2367146207315004433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2367146207315004433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2367146207315004433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/disaster.html' title='Disaster.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2614138883073368585</id><published>2010-01-06T12:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:02:18.272+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! SO FAR SO GREAT! ! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'll just wait till end of school to tell you the whole thing. promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-2614138883073368585?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2614138883073368585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2614138883073368585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2614138883073368585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2614138883073368585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1996227905010993986</id><published>2010-01-04T22:54:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T00:14:43.872+09:00</updated><title type='text'>heh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6th Jan :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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';font-size:medium;"&gt;I could tell u anything at all, cause you never laugh at me. I didn't have to look before I fall cause u always catch me. Anything I did I had a friend. and u always had me and we made a pact until the end together we'd always be. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:medium;"&gt;I remember something everyday , I'm always quoting you; About the way we laugh for things u said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;because it's always so true everthing i dream for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;But now I'm gone, ,tell me are you moving on, I'm living life, I'm feeling fine, and I got all that I wanted I rocked the world, with my girls, but we don't have it flaunted. But there's something that will always get me down &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;why aren't u here with me now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Love is like oxygen, you get too much you get too high, not enough then you're gonna die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2324149173185538426-1996227905010993986?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1996227905010993986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1996227905010993986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1996227905010993986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1996227905010993986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/heh.html' title='heh?'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2950457621089024564</id><published>2010-01-03T19:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:23:21.061+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Memories</title><content type='html'>well happy new years to those who were forced to read this :) 2010, year of no fear. This year will be a bigger and better year, hopefully. So, today is not going to be about the future, really. i'm just gonna look back at the past few weeks, what i did this holiday! So BE PREPARED. Yes, take a pillow, sit in a comfy position, have some tea and read this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i remember the first few weeks, i stayed at home. nothing to do. then ii went to my aunt's house with Kelly, Saf, Yani, Lisa, Dada and it was hella funny &gt;_&lt; Then we went to Perak, Safiyyah received 5As award.. and money! Then i also remember we went to Johor to visit Illyas, Aunty Shahira, Ayah Cor, Puteri. Went with Saf, OPAH :), Wancik, Ayah Lope, Wannyah. :) thenthen yeah it is kinda like a blur. i don't remember -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. just got back from Terengganu, stayed in Awana Kijal for about 3 days and we played a lot of stuff. Getting ready for school, but before that i have to watch all the videos in my subscribtion list on Youtube. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-2950457621089024564?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2950457621089024564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2950457621089024564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2950457621089024564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2950457621089024564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2010/01/merry-memories.html' title='Merry Memories'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-8880739848616624905</id><published>2009-12-26T04:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:32:48.248+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack bones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fun &amp;amp; Mental is &lt;i&gt;Fundamental&lt;/i&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/2324149173185538426-8880739848616624905?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/8880739848616624905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=8880739848616624905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8880739848616624905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8880739848616624905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/crack-bones.html' title='Crack bones.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-4040347115549967036</id><published>2009-12-25T01:01:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T16:19:34.302+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 25, 25); line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;A. You prefer...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alcohol or&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mineral Water &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(MESTI LAH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pink &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hot Guys&lt;/i&gt; or&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cool Guys &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(BOTH PLEASE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Good Looks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brains &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Loved Ones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;or &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B. Your/You kind of guy :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Alcoholic or &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Non-alcoholic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Good&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;(Both, no such thing as a good guy nowadays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Brave&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cute&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or Short&lt;br /&gt;5. T-Shirt or &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Suit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Coat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Leather Jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sunnies&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Spectacles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Caring&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rich&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kisses or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hugs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Romantic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Yes please ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C. Your/You kind of girl :&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; or Pretty&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; or &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Caring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; or &lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess Candle&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;? &lt;i&gt;I think its awesome?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Smile&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Love Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Love Poems&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Computer Geek&lt;/i&gt; or Study Nerd&lt;br /&gt;8. SMS or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;MSN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Just For Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hangouts with Friends&lt;/i&gt; or Couple Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D.Your Daily Activities (NEXT YEAR):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. After Breakfast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont usually eat break fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Before School -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sleep XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. During School -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; TALK GOSSIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After School &lt;b&gt;- Onlining?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Homework, sleep, sonyvegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Midnight -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Holidays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;- Sony Vegas, Write stories, SSF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E. Tag 10 people:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sharifah Aliah (even if she did it already.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Lim Jie Sheng&lt;br /&gt;3. Nadiana Edora&lt;br /&gt;4. Aryani Natrah&lt;br /&gt;5. Ashley Soong Yue Qin&lt;br /&gt;6. Safiyyah Shaharuddin&lt;br /&gt;7. Adam&lt;br /&gt;8. Lukman&lt;br /&gt;9. Najiha&lt;br /&gt;10. Megat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 25, 25); line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What if 9 confesses that he/she likes you? (Najiha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be proud. :) cause she's awesome like i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you go out for a couple date with 3 if he/she asks to? (Nadiana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 25, 25); line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is 7 single? (Adam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not sure. Adam, answer this for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Describe 1. (Aliah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best friend &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you date 8? (Lukman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ngeh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is 2's nickname? (Jie Sheng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jie Efron kan kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you wish to tell 10 right now? (Megat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eii, sombong lah now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is 5 good in? (Yue Qin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i like her quotes on MSN personal message (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you were to do one thing to 4, what would it be? (Yanie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd do almost anything (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you seen 1 cried ? (Aliah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(25, 25, 25); line-height: 20px;font-family:Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Of course !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Is 2 crazy or geeky? (Jie Sheng)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;both! and he's also NUTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Will you hold 7's hand and walk around? (Adam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;HAHAHA, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What do you think of 6? (Safiyyah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Annoying, ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Will you kiss 3 when there is only both of you in the park?&lt;/span&gt; (Nadiana)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;NO! HAHAHAHA not even by private sheesh. =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is 8 sweet? (Lukman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;=/ like Amira said, he has a sweet voice. and he's very supportive. does that count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is 9's hobby? (Najiha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hmmm, being awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Will you date 10 to a high class restaurant? (Megat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;I would go not for him, but for the food. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Is 5 fitted to be a maid? (Ashley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA My maid can la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When it started raining, who will you seek for an umbrella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Anyone would do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 20. Where would you go with 1 on a date? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Aliah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;With the 5H's at her house. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-4040347115549967036?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/4040347115549967036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=4040347115549967036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4040347115549967036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4040347115549967036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-and-go.html' title='Come and go.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-5442740132699306592</id><published>2009-12-25T00:25:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:43:41.586+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to handle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; hoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-Adm- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; whot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; SAYA HEBAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Adm- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; yeye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; AWK MEMANG HEBAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; HAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Bagusbagus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-Adm- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; sigh. why am i so hebat eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; MUAHAHAHAHHAhA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-Adm- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; kamu pun hebat juga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; jangan risau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-Adm- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; tqtq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; saya tahu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-Adm- says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.aziiiiiq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; i wan nobody nobody but wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; hahahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; i want nobody nobody but you~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; aziq is two syllables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.aziiiiiq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; ehh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; i am hebat right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Daniel Garcia Sanz says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; hebat about wht &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; hebat lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; kankan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Daniel Garcia Sanz says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; dont make me lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; you suck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Daniel Garcia Sanz says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; like i said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; i lied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; you rock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; bagus bagus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; hahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; ELISSA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;elissa r , says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; WANN (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; SAYA HEBAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; MUAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;elissa r , says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; LOLLL ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; tiba-tiba .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; saya hebat, bukan? kerana anda juga hebat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; MUAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;elissa r , says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; saya setuju !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; LOLL .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;29 Guns (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; =.='&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; watcha doing ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; being awesomely awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;29 Guns (: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; najiha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; we're both awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; kankan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;jellyman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; haha, yeah? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; because we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;jellyman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; haha, yeppido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; yeppido^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; ADILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; am i awesome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Silly Dilly says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.aziiiiiq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.aziiiiiq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.aziiiiiq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; high 5 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; *high 5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;.aziiiiiq says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; bye bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.Wn says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; BYEBYE D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;itu sahaja jadi.. bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-5442740132699306592?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/5442740132699306592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=5442740132699306592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/5442740132699306592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/5442740132699306592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much-to-handle.html' title='Too much to handle.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-4594783132920484316</id><published>2009-12-23T22:38:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:42:15.140+09:00</updated><title type='text'>un-cinderella-like story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;waiting for someone to love you back might be the hardest thing.&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end, the person will still love her anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to let us down probably will. You'll have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when someone broke yours. You'll fight with your best friend and maybe even fall in love with them. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast and you'll eventually lose someone close to you. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every 60 seconds you spend angry or upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-stolen from Aliah's profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You Keep me sane, and insane at the same time"&lt;br /&gt;- No, this wasn't stolen from Aliah's profile. This time, it's from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-4594783132920484316?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/4594783132920484316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=4594783132920484316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4594783132920484316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4594783132920484316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting-for-someone-to-love-you-back.html' title='un-cinderella-like story.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-4252745803416928686</id><published>2009-12-23T16:54:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:40:59.602+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pas de deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SzIBpFlbTjI/AAAAAAAAATY/a72oDOVCp3w/s1600-h/1117571953_ver_wood_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SzIBpFlbTjI/AAAAAAAAATY/a72oDOVCp3w/s200/1117571953_ver_wood_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418395107065548338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BETA MURKA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture on your left is my soon to be prince, Oliver wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a long time, haven't it? though i don't feel bad about it at all. am i harsh? yes, i think so. Sometimes life is so unfair, isn't it. Truthfully, this holiday made me realize my mistakes i made this year, and oh so i wish my life would be much better on the next. But holidays had made me drunk, forgetful and i had been mostly, a lot meaner than i would be last time. Be truthful here. I haven't even done my folio yet, and slowly that 'regret' is getting closer. regret is my biggest fear. other than fear itself. I haven't contacted some of my friends. I missed a lot of people. What is weird, is that the closest ones are the ones that i haven't talk to lately, and the not so close ones? yes, i did talk to them. through Facebook. :P I haven't talk to iCarly lately ;) yeah. i do feel bad. The last time i talk to him was only for several seconds. I do not wish to talk for hours, but i wish i knew what is happening in icarly's life :) I want a prince charming, can i have one please? Evangeline is in my room ;) and safiyyah made a wish upon it ;) LOL! Well yeah, i better go now. You know when i told you i want to make you suffer? i really mean it, you know. I hate you. I wish people would stop insisting that i don't, when i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;nnan pbabo isseotjyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ddangsheeneun naneun pbaboeemnida ajeek saranghagee haroo jongeel p'eong p'eong oolgoman eettjyo, keudaedo nado modoo pbabocheoreom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;we are both fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2324149173185538426-4252745803416928686?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/4252745803416928686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=4252745803416928686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4252745803416928686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4252745803416928686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/pas-de-deux.html' title='Pas de deux'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SzIBpFlbTjI/AAAAAAAAATY/a72oDOVCp3w/s72-c/1117571953_ver_wood_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-8560763890015446772</id><published>2009-12-18T12:16:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:20:11.491+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerful sensibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wWcrP6kR-8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wWcrP6kR-8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i know, i am gonna marry someone like Alex one day. lol. He's romantic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;he's rich (LOL) and he can sing too, heck, he can even play the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;darn it, why did Shinae chose to marry the other guy? =.= oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Too bad for her then. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm going back to USJ :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;WOOOOOOYOUNG JOOOKWOONNNN HONGKIIII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;jeremy is adorable &lt;3333333&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/2324149173185538426-8560763890015446772?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/8560763890015446772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=8560763890015446772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8560763890015446772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8560763890015446772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheerful-sensibility.html' title='Cheerful sensibility'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3645431274650379193</id><published>2009-12-17T03:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T03:06:45.078+09:00</updated><title type='text'>restless</title><content type='html'>Hey, so i just arrived (well, about a few hours ago ;D) here in Perak, Safiyyah is receiving her big 5As award here so we'll be back in a jiff to USJ in two blinks of the eye. Yes, one blink for Thursday morning, and the other for friday. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-3645431274650379193?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/3645431274650379193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=3645431274650379193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3645431274650379193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3645431274650379193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/restless.html' title='restless'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-5068719657345570116</id><published>2009-12-14T09:24:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:28:43.382+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Charades</title><content type='html'>This is the time i should write something. Well, yeah I've written something about two days ago but it doesn't seem to cut it. i haven't much time, just like before, but i think i'll write something worth your time, okay? well, nothing seem to be worth your time but i do appreciate your efforts :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a few nights ago, we went to this one restaurant place i do not know what it was called, near the beach with cousins, and a lot of people were camping there. No surprise though, the stars were beautiful :D we even saw orion .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last night i even cooked. o.o which is a great shocker cause i really am lazy at times, actually, most of the time. no lie. it's 8:26AM and i didnt even know how i could be awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama's coming, i better get ready. Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-5068719657345570116?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/5068719657345570116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=5068719657345570116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/5068719657345570116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/5068719657345570116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/charades.html' title='Charades'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6171714206934454867</id><published>2009-12-11T16:43:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:53:07.234+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Endings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNjA1MzU1NjE*NjgmcHQ9MTI2MDUzNTU2ODEwOSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTkzYTQ4Y2FmZjcwZTRmZTM4NmExZWQwOThiNGQ1Y2Rk.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ht58VsjFvgQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/ht58VsjFvgQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;click play to listen to Aliah's boyfriend singing :) He's my part-time boyfriend lah. He met Aliah in Italy. Pretty amazing story huh? ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Life cannot be measured by the breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went out to One Utama with Kjannah, Knajah, Kwai, Yani, Safiyyah and Hanif. We watched Princess and the Frog. XD Mine is Raymond, do not steal him :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we went to Sunway Pyramid with the same people excluding Hanif, including Nicholas and WOW he can skate XD he was awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happily munching on Aunty Anne's pretzel stick with cheese dip :P goodbye.&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/2324149173185538426-6171714206934454867?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6171714206934454867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6171714206934454867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6171714206934454867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6171714206934454867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-endings.html' title='Happy Endings'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-58891240573514090</id><published>2009-12-08T17:54:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:59:45.531+09:00</updated><title type='text'>much more.</title><content type='html'>Jaddid baru sunat. he was calm. i was panicking HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't there, but seriously i was shaking -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAF and I perasan-ing just now XD it was fun. Yanie became the background person xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-58891240573514090?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/58891240573514090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=58891240573514090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/58891240573514090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/58891240573514090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/much-more.html' title='much more.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6015857499515442377</id><published>2009-12-07T11:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:11:33.178+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"You have enemies? good, that means you stood up for something, sometime in your life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;b&gt;Churchill&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: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:14;"  &gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-top: 0px ! important;"&gt;I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;table style="border-width: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-top: 10px;" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-top: 0px ! important; margin-bottom: 0px ! important;"&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-top: 0px ! important; margin-bottom: 0px ! important;"&gt;&lt;td style="border-width: 0px; padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; margin-top: 0px ! important; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" style="border-width: 0px; padding: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px ! important;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0px 10px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none;"&gt;That is why i'm friends with them and enemies with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/2324149173185538426-6015857499515442377?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6015857499515442377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6015857499515442377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6015857499515442377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6015857499515442377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-enemies-good-that-means-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1111986247963160030</id><published>2009-12-05T23:11:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:17:09.135+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory</title><content type='html'>i miss 1 cyber! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Nuri's jokes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss LIM JIE BROTHERS' Pranks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Coolest Ze Yen :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the Ketua kebersihan Kian boon who always makes me bertugas on thursdays XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the scary Darold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss how Ashley and I are always the same and we always get into trouble together :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss gossiping with Puteri rabbit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss rolling eyes at Amir and Harry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Chooon Kiat xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss how Kai Shun and Yong Jian won't say hi to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss how Xiao cong WOULD say hi to me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Shannon's "I know you like him lah",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Nabila's sweets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Huay Ling and Ai Lyn :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Dhanessa's peace sign and Meera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my biggest fan Jun Keat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Puan Paramesvari XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss counting who came on who didn't come -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss dancing in class when nobody is around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Jern Kit's black rose paint on the batik -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss 1 cyberlink =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-1111986247963160030?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1111986247963160030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1111986247963160030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1111986247963160030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1111986247963160030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/morning-glory.html' title='Morning Glory'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2265850878866701125</id><published>2009-12-04T03:47:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:47:58.363+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiven, not forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 3px; line-height: 21px; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"NOBODY HAS EVER MEASURED, NOT EVEN POETS, HOW MUCH THE HEART CAN HOLD."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 3px; line-height: 21px; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 3px; line-height: 21px; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2324149173185538426-2265850878866701125?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2265850878866701125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2265850878866701125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2265850878866701125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2265850878866701125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgiven-not-forgotten.html' title='Forgiven, not forgotten.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-8273247277524571643</id><published>2009-12-02T16:15:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:54:53.264+09:00</updated><title type='text'>100% discount</title><content type='html'>SO! I'm going to tell you about the Movie, "New Moon." yeah, Aunty Aieda bought tickets for a lot of people, and it was all couple seats! I sat with Samira and Mai. :) Some parts of the movie i was explaining to Mai what was happening, (Cause she doesn't read the books and she didn't watch Twilight). Well, the movie was okay i guess. I knew what would happen so it was kind of boring. But the fun part was when they were talking about "Face Punch." everyone was laughing at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, Aliah (She was beside Samira, so that means she was two places away from Mai), tried to tell mai that Nad wants to go to the toilet, she said it so loud almost everyone heard. LOL. Nad was like, "ALIAH!" and some of Hafeedz friends infront of us were snickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanie kept on jumping up and down excitedly, saying Taylor Lautner was hot and so on. She was pointing at a few random people who were sxtras in the movie, saying the guys looked cute and hot. HAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun overall. :) In the end everyone was clapping hands. Aliah got excited over the ending. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the non-stop talking slash fangirling slash squealing, we suddenly remember to take pictures together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pictures, i saw some of Amigo Airline's party. Looks fun. I pity Yanie and Aliah and Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i like turtles and my cat, omalley. i dont like other cats -.- but Ally is okay lah. =) I also like dolphines and dugong. XD my favourite pokemon is ditto and slowpoke. I like dominos pizza , i dont like pizza hut pizzas. but i like the deli wings. I am a capricorn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-8273247277524571643?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/8273247277524571643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=8273247277524571643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8273247277524571643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8273247277524571643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-im-going-to-tell-you-about-movie-new.html' title='100% discount'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-8676374718462123901</id><published>2009-11-30T17:24:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:15:11.876+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Traces on the sand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;that is what i had said the whole time through my TIRING journey to Tganu. Uhuh, the hardest part was the long car-ride. If you knew my family any better, we never actually take the airplane whenever we go to terengganu. So, yeah. Mosquito bites were also bad. And now my leg has scars because of my skirt. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;I complained my heart out to Azman, andyesyes, he might come to New Moon. THANK YOU! SO MUCH! Gracias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was Aliah's turn to complain to me. Haha, i wasn't much help at first, but yay now she could view her blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good for her ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh. Tomorrrow i will see my friends again XD can't wait for that. But i cannot see Amira, shucks. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's such a funny sensation to be, so happy that you wanna die. Promises always were crazy to me, nut never was I so surprised. Minutes are longer when we are apart, your presence's more than I can handle. It's come to the point where I wonder if I could ever be luckier when suddenly I'm back at the core, thinking of her who had you before. Were you as good as we are, do you remember? Did you love her the way you love me? Is there a chance that there might be traces of her that you carry under the surface?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your ears, I would like to confess, I'm doubting that you could be real. By your side wearing a beautiful dress, I celebrate how good it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say that you love me, say that it's true . I know that I want to believe you, but somehow silence speaks louder than words , I'm worried she's still on your mind. I know that I'm selfish&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's bad. I know, but it's driving me mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i like M. No, not "M", but the letter M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M stands for;&lt;br /&gt;Magic,&lt;br /&gt;Mornings,&lt;br /&gt;Myths,&lt;br /&gt;Mists,&lt;br /&gt;male (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Mood,&lt;br /&gt;Moon,&lt;br /&gt;mother,&lt;br /&gt;mock,&lt;br /&gt;Monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-8676374718462123901?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/8676374718462123901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=8676374718462123901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8676374718462123901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8676374718462123901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/traces-of-her-that-you-carry-under.html' title='Traces on the sand'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3087430365949748154</id><published>2009-11-25T22:23:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:40:21.276+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and sweet =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/Sw0yviTNtzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9NOyBb1c4fc/s1600/1577256236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/Sw0yviTNtzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9NOyBb1c4fc/s200/1577256236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408034519784470322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have trouble to believe, that I was ever on your mind. It's getting harder to breathe, cause you left my heart on the battle lines. You played the game, you called the shots, you get what you want, but it's not enough. So I come to you, with a broken heart, gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder to believe, that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; YOU&lt;/span&gt; were ever on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; mind. It took a while for me to see&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that you were lying. Well, I played your games for long enough. I took all the shots, in the end you lost but you and me wasn't destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;From the start, it wasn't meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, you never did care enough about me, anyway. So I guess it'd be best for both of us if I didn't stay. Well you never did care enough about me, anyway. Left my heart on the floor, now you know Gotta go my own way, I can't stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shut the door&lt;br /&gt;Cause you have overstayed your welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bee tee double u, to that girl who you have CARED ABOUT your lipgloss is soo not glossy anymore xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol i was just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: i am hungry. I am looking for my ultimate all time boyfriend, the CHEE KERN. (Pronunciation- Chicken).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-3087430365949748154?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/3087430365949748154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=3087430365949748154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3087430365949748154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3087430365949748154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and sweet =)'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/Sw0yviTNtzI/AAAAAAAAATQ/9NOyBb1c4fc/s72-c/1577256236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6423897861558393611</id><published>2009-11-24T20:33:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:38:41.334+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty spaces</title><content type='html'>Greetings, dear readers. :) Today was simple, we spent the whole day at Aliah's house, which was awesome, we were online for a bit, eat DOMINOS Pizza , :) we also went to the park, and WOW i have a lot of secrets in my hands, and they also have mine. THE BIGGEST secret yet ;D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, i feel a little calmer as i told them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also went for ice-creams, which was awesome! (i ate Apple Sour) XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, i talked to spence for the first time this year hahah! Kind of miss his pervy, dirty minds. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I like Pepperoni Pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OH MAIIIIII , YOU WILL NEED TO SAY YES.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/2324149173185538426-6423897861558393611?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6423897861558393611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6423897861558393611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6423897861558393611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6423897861558393611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/empty-spaces.html' title='Empty spaces'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-7599344218908036704</id><published>2009-11-23T21:44:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:46:09.830+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i just don't want to pretend as if everything is alright. And right now it is NOT alright.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I HATE HOME. I HATE ALL THE PEOPLE IN IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Egh. Yes, i'm talking about you, and the rest of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and and, is it me or am i jealous of them both?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-7599344218908036704?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/7599344218908036704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=7599344218908036704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7599344218908036704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7599344218908036704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/rolling.html' title='Rolling.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2614138664786833165</id><published>2009-11-23T16:59:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:09:40.921+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;So I'm a little left of center, I'm a little out of tune. Some say I'm paranormal so I just bend their spoon. I mean, who wants to be ordinary n a crazy, mixed-up world I don't care what they're saying as long as I'm your girl. Hey, you are on my side. And they, they just roll their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get me.  When nobody understands you come and take the chance,  you look inside my wild mind never knowing what you'll find and still you want me all the time.When none of the pieces fit you make sense of it  yeah, you do cause you get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I see the sunshine in the pouring rain? Some people think I'm crazy but you say it's okay =) You've seen my secret garden where all of my flowers grow. In my imagination. anything goes. I am all you want they just read me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Okay that's it. Don't know what else to say. Andddd Aidddaaaaaa is an awesome friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Boy talk Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wn says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; he's that type who doesnt show their feelings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; hahahaha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; well u dont open up much either&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wn says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; hahaha!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; u guys hav trust issues&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wn says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; we're both stubborn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; =P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Boy talk part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Before this, i told Aida that i hate that idiotic self centered freako)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wn says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; y cant he make the 1st move&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wn says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; he's slow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; =.=&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; i mean wats his problem?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy talk part 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; he shud respect u as a person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wn says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; yeahh!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A. says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; n not violate ur perimeters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks Aida :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and and,Amira couldn't attend the new moon thing =((( . it has changed to 30th :)&lt;/i&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;BTW; to you who we were talking about in the convo, i still hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2324149173185538426-2614138664786833165?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2614138664786833165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2614138664786833165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2614138664786833165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2614138664786833165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to Heart'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3904175864462127648</id><published>2009-11-22T14:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:24:28.272+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Depths of Mind</title><content type='html'>I had been pretty messed up lately. I've been hallucinating lately. I've been daydreaming lately. Oh I've also been smiling to myself lately.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i wanted to post a new blogpost, but decided not to when i thought over what Aziq said to me when i asked why he didn't want to blog. "I don't think i have time to post everyday!" i told him, "You don't have to post everyday, Aziq", and he replied "Well, it seems you post everyday (Based on what i'm seeing on yr blog)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or something like that. Pshyeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yesterday I went to the movies with Mama, KJnnh, Jaddid. We watched the Christmas Carol, (Sorrryyy Mai!) :) Well yeah It was okay, but it's kind of boring since i knew what was going to happen already, I mean,it's literature classic by Charles Dickens, who doesn't know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night KNjh and also Jaddid played Sims 3, and they made their own clone. Which was funny, since we were arguing about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ei, Kak Najah punya mata lagi kecik lah." , "Ei Jaddid punya hidung lagi besar lah," and whatnot. I kept on laughing, the whole night. But they got tired, fell asleep and i had to continue where they left off while listening to Stevie Wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I'm going outtt with Nadia to MidValley. :) Hope it will be fun (heck i'm sure it will be fun) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i'll edit this later when i get back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;President Megat Ashran&lt;br /&gt;Nadiana Edora&lt;br /&gt;Sharifah Aliah&lt;br /&gt;Aziq Kamarudzaman&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ruqaiyah&lt;br /&gt;Marsya Maisarah&lt;br /&gt;Wan Amira Balqis&lt;br /&gt;Jillian Ng&lt;br /&gt;Low Yuen Min&lt;br /&gt;Deannaharen&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Roslan&lt;br /&gt;Wan Lukman Hadi&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Azman&lt;br /&gt;Akmal Hafizuddin&lt;br /&gt;Siti Atikah&lt;br /&gt;Nur Hasheema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW MOON!. It's maybe going to be either on the night of 26th or 27th november, alright? Tell them to call  (YANIE) for information and confirmation. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Hope many could come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-3904175864462127648?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/3904175864462127648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=3904175864462127648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3904175864462127648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3904175864462127648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/depths-of-mind.html' title='Depths of Mind'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-7391122261627981593</id><published>2009-11-20T20:01:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:37:13.141+09:00</updated><title type='text'>In my heart it's the five of us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY THIRTEENTH BIRTHDAY ARYANI NATRAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Have a good one and I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To Aliah, Nad, Yanie, Mai, and Amira, i miss you all already =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! So, most things don't last, everything needs an ending. So, yeah today was the end of school, and then the school holidays would start as usual. I went to school with Aina and Mai, and when we reached school, it was almost quiet, everything seem so creepy and for a moment there, we almost decided to go home. We saw Mr. Chok (I don't know how to spell his name), well, we were talking to him for a bit, and then we went to the Dataran where most people were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was discussing with us which classes should combined with which, and when the teacher was saying "umm, Amiga dengan...", and then everyone was like, "Cyberlink! Cyberlink!" so in the end, Cyberlink ended up combining with Amiga. IT WAS SOOOO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Pictionary, i was teamed up with Amin Adam :) HAHA he was so funny. Azman paired up with Jillian, Lukman with Megat, and Aida with Yuen Min.  Soon, everyone was almost winning, and Adam and I were like, at the start corner. But yeah, we're both Pros at  cheating, so we did ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akmal, as usual was teasing me and Aida. Oh yeah did you know Akmal has a big performance at Segi college near Summit? Azman told me he's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Aida, Azman and I were talking in accents, I was talking in French accent, Aida in British accent and Azman in Indian accent, which ended making me laugh so hard &gt;_&lt; It was sooo funny, so then i started interviewing him (sooo funny),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, everything about Azman is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was this one teacher, who gave caps to the students, and Lukman wore this Power Rangers Ninja Storm one, which was so cool cause it was the Red one (His name is Shane), but i prefer Hunter, or Dustin. They were shocked, knowing i watched power rangers. :P Lukman also wore an extra watch from Hafiz as the morpher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was sad in the end, everyone was saying goodbye. =( I'm going to miss 2009 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s; Thanks Nuri for the  Cupcake, you should make more for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps; I like uncrumpled papers. I am obsessed to it, also Paper bags or plastic, i find it horrible crumpling good shaped smooth papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PPPS; The skin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be only temporary. It was SOTD and i was getting tired of the same one, imma use this one till i find a new better one kays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-7391122261627981593?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/7391122261627981593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=7391122261627981593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7391122261627981593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7391122261627981593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-my-heart-its-five-of-us.html' title='In my heart it&apos;s the five of us'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3828288978413385498</id><published>2009-11-19T20:11:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:54:09.949+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwUsJ7lOBlI/AAAAAAAAATI/E84NREJ9FZo/s1600/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwUsJ7lOBlI/AAAAAAAAATI/E84NREJ9FZo/s200/1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405775476852393554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwUsJvtnTPI/AAAAAAAAATA/OdaS9uW9JKo/s1600/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwUsJvtnTPI/AAAAAAAAATA/OdaS9uW9JKo/s200/2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405775473666378994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwUsJIIMqLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/55JKLmuteaE/s1600/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwUsJIIMqLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/55JKLmuteaE/s200/3.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405775463040460978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwUsIzZ9y1I/AAAAAAAAASw/VbNAQfk7DYA/s1600/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwUsIzZ9y1I/AAAAAAAAASw/VbNAQfk7DYA/s200/4.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405775457477839698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;click to enlarge and read the ridiculously awesome convo between Aliah and I, rofl it is sooooooo funny &gt;_&lt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as you can see at aliah's blog (i just read them just now), and she posted her blog title as "As serious as monkeys about bananas", hahaha you can see em at the convo! prety amazing huh ;)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Another info - I have 6 best friends. Aliah, Nadiana, Aryani, Marsya, Qasrina and Nadia. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have 2 class-best-friends, Nuri and Puteri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-3828288978413385498?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/3828288978413385498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=3828288978413385498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3828288978413385498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3828288978413385498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-again.html' title='Fall again.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwUsJ7lOBlI/AAAAAAAAATI/E84NREJ9FZo/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1759958086334532242</id><published>2009-11-19T12:43:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T14:29:22.478+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for the music</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpmsdOzBpbM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpmsdOzBpbM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;br /&gt;There was that moment, when i tried to not cry. I don't know if i succeeded, but my eyes got a little bit teary in the end of the day. I was sweating, i was cupping my face with both of my hands, praying for the best for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy for some of them, even since the early morning, chaos filled the room, i remember someone crying, hugging me tightly, while praying that she'd get what she wanted. and she did. It was Tahanee. At first everyone put their calm faces on, but their heartbeat was so loud, so fast.. I helped them all, i said to them, they are going to be just fine. They nodded, but we all know, that they are doubting the possibilities, they are doubting themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the teacher suddenly spoke on the microphone, it was time for the results to come, I stood right behind the stage, to calm those who haven't succeeded. Those who have, they need to stand up on stage with big proud faces on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people had come and go, and i remember, a few that haven't open their slips yet, a sudden tingly feeling were running through my body, and my eyes started to itch a little. They were so calm, so innocent yet so curious, and there were no goods or bads in my opinion, everyone had done their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, really hard when suddenly a familliar person went behind the stage, and in my mind, a floating thought was saying "Oh no! He didn't make it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In everyone's opinion, he was the smart guy, he was what his parents had always count on, he was almost what every teacher had count on. People started surrounding him, asking him what he got and his answer was simple. "3A 2B.", I started crying just then. I won't tell you who it is, but yeah he's a great person. He didn't even cry. He wasn't even angry, yet he was standing stoned, looking at that piece of paper, staring at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around the room, I see some calling their closest family member, some were hugging, some were waving their slips happily, some were crying in the toilet, some were just showing a disappointed smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i made time to congratulate the people who had done a pretty amazing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you you could do it!" i smiled to Tahanee, who then hugged me really tightly, saying how much she loves me HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the same thing to Elissa, Mia, Husna, Anna. They got 5As and they deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember congratulating Azhan, who got good results as well, and he gave me one of his shy smile ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked some of my close juniors how much they've got, but they crumpled the paper, saying that i've got my 5As, i wouldn't know how they feel. Trust me, i know. I know how it feels to fail in life, i know how it feels to be embarrassed, to feel trusted but once that trust suddenly shatters, people say how proud they are of me when they actually don't. But, look at the optimistic side, there are chances out there. And, and even if I DID got 5As, which was like a miracle and unbelievable, it doesn't mean I'm better than you, and even if you didn't get 5As, it doesn't mean you're not any good than any other people out there on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your marks are, people. Like the teacher says, this is only the first hurdle in your life when it comes to education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is hard, Live with it, and learn from it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, you'll realize how awesome you are deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once upon a year gone by she saw herself give in. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw what could have been. Well nothing hurts and nothing bleeds when covers tucked in tight. Finally when the bottom drops out, she forgets to fight.As darkness quickly steals the light that shined within her eyes, She slowly swallows all her fear and soothes her mind with lies. Well all she wants and all she needs are reasons to survive. A day in which the sun will take her artificial light, Her light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's one more day in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;One last chance to feel all right, All right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/S ; These silly little wounds will never mend, cause he's my first mistake.&lt;br /&gt;But at least i can say, that i was not afraid. I loved you all the way, I'd pick a fool any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS; I'll add up a new information about me on EVERY post so you'll know me better hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My favourite kiddy show would totally be Blues Clues, teletubbies and Power rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, blue dog, fat weird people and heroes in tight pants are awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-1759958086334532242?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1759958086334532242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1759958086334532242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1759958086334532242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1759958086334532242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-for-music.html' title='Thank you for the music'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-919463010940444418</id><published>2009-11-18T23:05:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:05:20.240+09:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>i hate staying at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-919463010940444418?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/919463010940444418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=919463010940444418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/919463010940444418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/919463010940444418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2205559145219509256</id><published>2009-11-18T01:33:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T01:39:15.011+09:00</updated><title type='text'>MidKnight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHJzJ-iBHyA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/OHJzJ-iBHyA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;this is the original version of "She was mine." by AJ Rafael and Jesse Berrera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I think i like both versions, Alyssa Bernal, Cherry and Todd's, also the real version. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Well, i watched icarly just now, realizing how annoying Lewbert could be, .__. and, and and who would steal remote control?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Remote control freaks hahahahahahhahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;:) i talked to Aziq about a lot nowadays, also Danial, and and and Haris they're awhsum. :) I am also annoyed with some people, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;=O I don't know what else to write, it's getting late, and i'm bored, so i'll be off to watch more lame videos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;have a good night. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I love Alyssa Bernal's voice. She'll be famous soon, it's gonna be no fun. Now even Aina and Saf knows who she is =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I REALLY HOPE PUTERI WOULD COME ON FRIDAY, cause i am, i already promised Nuri. :) but i think she's going to Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;on thursday, boo hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I miss australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Well, Good day mate.&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/2324149173185538426-2205559145219509256?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2205559145219509256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2205559145219509256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2205559145219509256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2205559145219509256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/midknight.html' title='MidKnight.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-844676459859760200</id><published>2009-11-17T21:22:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:35:37.690+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurreeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKYk7saxeI/AAAAAAAAASI/7DCa2NUiPxs/s1600/110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKYk7saxeI/AAAAAAAAASI/7DCa2NUiPxs/s200/110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405050263064724962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKWbYfhNiI/AAAAAAAAASA/K228V_6yE0k/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKWbYfhNiI/AAAAAAAAASA/K228V_6yE0k/s200/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405047899973301794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKWbP2JlVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CxmoxZ2npFs/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKWbP2JlVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CxmoxZ2npFs/s200/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405047897652303186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKWa_YEK6I/AAAAAAAAARw/Ysxu6K-LvvU/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKWa_YEK6I/AAAAAAAAARw/Ysxu6K-LvvU/s200/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405047893231152034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKWahSJLAI/AAAAAAAAARo/4gJRrGks0e4/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKWahSJLAI/AAAAAAAAARo/4gJRrGks0e4/s200/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405047885153250306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;click to enlarge. These are all for Nuri! Cause she's too awesome and she forgave me for what happened earlier today! Sorry Nuri~~&lt;br /&gt;and i still love yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart dance*&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/2324149173185538426-844676459859760200?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/844676459859760200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=844676459859760200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/844676459859760200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/844676459859760200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/nurreeeee.html' title='Nurreeeee'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SwKYk7saxeI/AAAAAAAAASI/7DCa2NUiPxs/s72-c/110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-467487885149339646</id><published>2009-11-17T14:23:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:27:50.721+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I could go back to every laugh, but I don't wanna' go there anymore, and I know all the steps up to your door, but I don't wanna' go there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to the wind, talk to the sky, talk to the man with the reasons why, and let me know what you find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I could stand up and sing you a song, but I don’t wanna have to go that far. And I’ve got you down,&lt;br /&gt;I know you by heart, and you don’t even know where I start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Talk to yourself, talk to the tears, talk to the man who put you here, and don’t wait for the sky to clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I’ll leave my window open, cause I’m too tired at night to call your name. just know I’m right here hoping, that you’ll come in with the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2324149173185538426-467487885149339646?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/467487885149339646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=467487885149339646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/467487885149339646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/467487885149339646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/naturally.html' title='Naturally'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-7240037224235806028</id><published>2009-11-16T22:41:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:46:02.380+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I don't know what I'm feeling. It is all mixed up right now, a part of me feels really happy, a part of it upset and sad, a part of me feels really angry, some parts of me feels curious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I'd be better on my own. No one ever seems to understand me It's easier for me to be alone But there's still a piece of me that feels so empty. I've been all over the world, I've seen a million different places but through the crowds and all the faces I'm still out there looking for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I write about the things I'll never know and I can't find a moment just to slow down. It makes me think I'll never have the chance to figure out what it's all about. So tell me what it's all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where are you now? I'm trying to get by with never knowing at all. What is the chance of finding you out there? Or do I have to wait forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Btw, I love Nuri's sarcastic "Pfft yeah", and "NO" xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay, off to sims-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-7240037224235806028?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/7240037224235806028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=7240037224235806028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7240037224235806028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/7240037224235806028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/pieces.html' title='Pieces.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-4268550534617115392</id><published>2009-11-15T23:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:32:50.305+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll let you lie to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's my formal invitation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and me go masquerading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lose ourselves in this charading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this love we're imitating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we want what we got?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama is terribly upset. I am terribly upset too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;How do you love someone without getting hurt?&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/2324149173185538426-4268550534617115392?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/4268550534617115392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=4268550534617115392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4268550534617115392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4268550534617115392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-let-you-lie-to-me.html' title='I&apos;ll let you lie to me.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1002712171297832848</id><published>2009-11-15T01:05:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:35:49.181+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a feeling, that tonight's gonna be a good night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/54/m_2e97fc6171ca4e7a8458929d8264cbeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/54/m_2e97fc6171ca4e7a8458929d8264cbeb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/103/m_395493177be14202bb9346ed140c2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/103/m_395493177be14202bb9346ed140c2019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/14/m_20b7f57bf1aa43cc85c094334740dc86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://c3.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/14/m_20b7f57bf1aa43cc85c094334740dc86.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/85/m_f12bbb3cf80c4355866b833d97bc5950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 245px;" src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/85/m_f12bbb3cf80c4355866b833d97bc5950.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/14/m_91727960529f45fa9c5b40b9eb06bbb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 226px;" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/14/m_91727960529f45fa9c5b40b9eb06bbb7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" id="slly"  &gt;you make my dreams come true and I love all the small things that you do, like blink 182. you make my days go better and the way that the sun is shining through, its all because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;" id="slly"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me wanna dance cuz im happy but i  just knew that I cant dance so im sorry in advance&lt;br /&gt;and you make the stars shine brighter and the way that the moonlight hits ur eyes makes me wanna be your girland I know its tough right now now but youl get it together and just know that I am here through all kinds of weather&lt;br /&gt;I wont ever leave your side day or night or whenever. But at this moment I just wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that youre a show stopper you are so hot and I cant get you off my mind show stopper youre a jaw dropper&lt;br /&gt;when I see you in the lights you make everything alright and I know that Id be fine if I had you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like Im flying no one can stop me from feelin the way I do now no denying that you got me goin and now Im falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this tomorrow, when i have time or energy to tell you what happened tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this how it goes. Um, i went with mai, and i was the only one without make-up hahaha. i have to tell you, Nad looks so much like Taeyeon in Genie MV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, ummmm. Well it was fun. End of story. Yanie looks so pretty! And one thing, i realized this. Aziq can dance! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay what about the reunion? ISYRAF CAME! haha, also Harris, Najiha, Alisa, Azureen, Ryan Tung, Raiyan, Soon Weng, Poh Yee, and Reu Ben :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so fun and funny! so i'll wait for the photos from naj okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;setup_params();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-1002712171297832848?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1002712171297832848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1002712171297832848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1002712171297832848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1002712171297832848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/ive-got-feeling-that-tonights-gonna-be.html' title='I&apos;ve got a feeling, that tonight&apos;s gonna be a good night.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6452173751528357684</id><published>2009-11-13T13:08:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:02:24.638+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, i am happier than a bird with a french fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/cutequote1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/cutequote1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Sorry i haven't updated. Well, i have lots to tell about what happened two days ago. I can't tell much about it, but yeah, i'll tell you some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Yanie's house, and she told some unexpected thing *keningkening. We slept over at her house, her mom bought some doughnuts, and aliah ate it, she said it was her first time eating dougnut in her life. EVER! I also ate Sarawak's laksa cooked by Yanie's mom it was delicious! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Titanic, and it made me laugh seeing Aliah cry (since it was her first time watching titanic), it was my first time watching the whole movie too, but I've watched the ending a lot of times so i guess i got used to it so i didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went to sleep, Aliah and I had that talk, and yeah i cannot talk about it since it's all secrets. It's almost the first time i told almost everything to someone, and i am glad i told it to Aliah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then we went back home, went to school and i was glad to see Nuri! But we weren't glad to not see puteri =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She betrayed us!" Nuri laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it went something like that. But then we went to class as usual. Before rehat was a little, boring and i was really cranky cause i was sleepy. But after rehat was a little more interesting xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad puteri isnt there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanie borrowed me sims3, thank you yanie. But because of it, i got malas to write a new post, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was most of it, but yeah I AM REALLY SCARED. i havent told mama yet. I am going to miss 1 Cyberlink class, there was a lot of memories, the first day i was there, i was so quiet, but now they say that the class is going to be boring without my loud voice lol. I love 1 cyberlink :) Thank goodness there is no streaming. But the class itself is what im going to miss the most. The laughters, the angry teachers shouting, i could still hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck SPM-ers, especially to my sister :) Good luck, UPSR-ers, especially to my cousin saf, and juniors of SK USJ 12. and Harris haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like the way I cant keep my focus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I watch you talk, you didnt notice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear the words but all I can think is we should be together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time you smile, I smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And every time you shine, Ill shine for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-6452173751528357684?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6452173751528357684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6452173751528357684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6452173751528357684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6452173751528357684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/yelp.html' title='I know, i am happier than a bird with a french fry'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-2996559154322084600</id><published>2009-11-11T01:49:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:38:24.066+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello to goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAPPY 200th POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;When a girl is mean to you after a break-up&lt;br /&gt;she wants you back but she is too scared she'll get hurt and knows you're gone forever&lt;br /&gt;when you catch a girl glancing at you&lt;br /&gt;she wants you to look back and smile&lt;br /&gt;When u break a girls heart&lt;br /&gt;she still feels it when&lt;br /&gt;you run into each other 3 years later&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet&lt;br /&gt;millions of things are running through her mind&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing&lt;br /&gt;she is thinking deeply&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of questions&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering how long you will be around&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after afew seconds&lt;br /&gt;she is not fine at all&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are playing games&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest&lt;br /&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says she can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;,she has made up her mind that you are her future&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can miss you more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i don't care if you say "Wan you updated today already, and you want to again? for the third time?" well yeah I think the previous post was far too short, and i just NEED to tell someone something, even if it means telling it to a blog which no one reads. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, i started the day with cold-faced and a yawn, went downstairs to search for something to eat. Yes, the first thing i asked myself today was "Where's breakfast?" (Speaking of it, just now mama and i went grocery shopping at Carrefour 19 -even if i tried to avoid going-, well yeah i bought lots of stuffs i could eat tomorrow morning, sadly i have to go to Aliah's house early, so maybe i need to find something easy to prepare), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to school as usual, automatically smiled as i see Puteri coming towards  us, cause she hasn't come for ages. Puteri asked me "Nuri didn't come?" and do you know what i said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you don't, well i said "No, i feel bad after dragging her to school yesterday." Puteri laughed. Oh by the way, can you remind me to choke Yue Qin to death? She said she's come today but she didn't! And did you know that i was wandering around the world wide web reading people's blog, and when i went to Deanna's, i clicked on a few random list, and lookie lookie, i saw Yue Qin's page. She didn't even tell me she has a new blog =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, today was... how should i say it? A little confusing, i still haven't make a decision, i just cannot choose. =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few hours ago, when i was texting Aliah, I suddenly remember why she's still my coolest best friend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were talking about plans for tomorrow, i told her i have to come to her house at about 8, and we'd both go to Yanie's house at 9:30, well here is the text conversation;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Blue is me, Aliah is Purple)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Aliah u going to yanie's hse tmrw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Haha, how did you know? and yeah. Are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Yea yanie invited bt what time are we going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Haha, Im going early. Around 9.30 to 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Yre going with yr mum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;No, I'm going with my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Oh cn my mum send me to yr hse early and go tgthr? Cus my mum's class is at 9 so she have to go early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Aww i like that. Can can, best friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Haha bt i think i'll be there quite early nvm i'll wait fr u to get ready kays. And yes, best friends frever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Haha. I wake up early lah then. And yeah, i love you bestie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Me too bestie 8) My mum said she have to be on the road at 8, so i might be there at 8.10 haha i kesian you, you have to wake up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Haha it's alright, :) for you, i will wake up early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Haha thanks *hugs* i'll text you tmrw k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Haha you're welcome, :) but if im not awake, my mom will be. Haha i'm just saying if.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Haha, alright, I'll hanf out with your mum ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See aww aren't we just so close ;) yeah right! We had been having our silly fights lately. Well, we've been friends since standard 3, so we understand each other a lot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to go to Yanie's and see her plans for her partay :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a goodnight sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-2996559154322084600?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/2996559154322084600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=2996559154322084600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2996559154322084600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/2996559154322084600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-to-goodbye.html' title='Hello to goodbye.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6567979187011933910</id><published>2009-11-10T22:43:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:32:09.558+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Your imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmVgy1OjjI/AAAAAAAAARg/sw7ZxbJNTFI/s1600-h/funny-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmVgy1OjjI/AAAAAAAAARg/sw7ZxbJNTFI/s320/funny-sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402513618640997938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmVbfwSn4I/AAAAAAAAARY/If5-oD_XKmY/s1600-h/chinesesign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmVbfwSn4I/AAAAAAAAARY/If5-oD_XKmY/s320/chinesesign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402513527620673410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmVSZMmICI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Ubw1xhR2qVQ/s1600-h/Funny-Dog-Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmVSZMmICI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Ubw1xhR2qVQ/s320/Funny-Dog-Sign.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402513371241521186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmVMijBhqI/AAAAAAAAARI/DYo426_lZgc/s1600-h/FunnyAnimalslolFunnyBirdSign.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmVMijBhqI/AAAAAAAAARI/DYo426_lZgc/s320/FunnyAnimalslolFunnyBirdSign.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402513270672295586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmU-xN7OgI/AAAAAAAAARA/tKEx83gsMD0/s1600-h/Gandalf_humor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmU-xN7OgI/AAAAAAAAARA/tKEx83gsMD0/s320/Gandalf_humor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402513034092165634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just need those up there to cheer me up from this dreadful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, dear readers, or shall i say, bored readers. I came to notice that people only talk to me when they are bored. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today there isn't much to tell even if many had happened. Well, Yanie gave out invitations already, and tomorrow i need to be awake about at 6 to get ready to go to Aliah's at 8 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, i cannot choose.&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/2324149173185538426-6567979187011933910?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6567979187011933910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6567979187011933910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6567979187011933910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6567979187011933910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-imagination.html' title='Your imagination'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvmVgy1OjjI/AAAAAAAAARg/sw7ZxbJNTFI/s72-c/funny-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1726164160277642309</id><published>2009-11-10T03:03:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:09:48.976+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No Parade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvhavhPwA2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/m_oMOvk-dMg/s1600-h/50sfunny21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvhavhPwA2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/m_oMOvk-dMg/s320/50sfunny21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402167525455692642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What will happen, when a girl likes a guy, but is close to his best friend, realizing the guy likes the girl too, but the best friend likes the girl, and another girl hates the girl because the other girl likes both of them and is very close to both guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Complicated? Let's start over. Hmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A &amp;amp; C = guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;B&amp;amp;D= Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A&amp;amp;B&amp;amp;C = Best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;D likes A, but very close to C, A&amp;amp;C likes D. B likes A&amp;amp;C which makes B hates D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;trust me, i am confused as you are. Hahaha, but yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;There was no Parade, no lights flashing,no song to sing.&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/2324149173185538426-1726164160277642309?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1726164160277642309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1726164160277642309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1726164160277642309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1726164160277642309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-parade.html' title='No Parade.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvhavhPwA2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/m_oMOvk-dMg/s72-c/50sfunny21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-5936990492647954626</id><published>2009-11-09T11:45:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:29:20.361+09:00</updated><title type='text'>We lived like kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SveIdScOabI/AAAAAAAAAQo/keWsUVjCE_g/s1600-h/P8160448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SveIdScOabI/AAAAAAAAAQo/keWsUVjCE_g/s320/P8160448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401936314802006450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romeo said to Mercutio, Is love tender thing? it is too rough, too rude, too boisterous and it pricks like thorns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then Mercutio replied; If love be rough with you, be rough with love; prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;like an apple on a tree hiding out behind the leaves I was difficult to reach but you picked me. like a shell upon a beach, just another pretty piece I was difficult to see but you picked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-5936990492647954626?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/5936990492647954626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=5936990492647954626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/5936990492647954626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/5936990492647954626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-lived-like-kings.html' title='We lived like kings'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SveIdScOabI/AAAAAAAAAQo/keWsUVjCE_g/s72-c/P8160448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-8675228625297730396</id><published>2009-11-07T21:30:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:39:57.194+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidelity</title><content type='html'>Jennifer's body might be the scariest thriller i've watched (okay so i've only watched two thrillers which are Jennifer's body and Obsessed  but so what?? ahha). So don't watch it, seriously. I was shutting my eyes and covering my ears the whole time. And i also hit Nadiana's shoulder for quite a lot of times. I should have watched kiddie movies like the something something with a chance of meatballs. or better yet, Time Traveller's wife cause i want to watch it so bad. But maybe I'll wait for Yanie :) Speaking of Yanie, i still haven't quite chosen an outfit yet, but i'm getting tired of last minute decisions, so I need to decide what to wear right now, so please do remind me to find something black + White + Purple :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aliah, Mai didn't come, so it was only the both of us, Nad and I, accompanied by some of the guys (and it got pretty awkward at first, and the middle, and the last, pretty much the whole time), so we also hung around with Yanie who came for a short while, and we ran into Sheema, Natasha, Jill, Aina, Batrisyia who said that Ayu was also there, but we didn't see her. I don't know if it is a good thing or not =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. yeah. Nad and I got fedup with two little people. It's a "who" and a "Whowho", :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate quite a lot today, started with McD with them (Nad decided not to eat). Then we watched movies, i kept on passing my popcorns to nad, who passed it to Haziq (Nad and I were too scared and our hands shoook so madly and the popcorns kept on popping out) So, that was the reason behind the unfinished popcorns. Haziq also accidentally dropped his box of popcorns (or was it the person beside him?), anyway yeah. I also ate KFC with Nad who was hungry and also her sister and her sister's friend. Nazri did this type of magic with his cards, i have to think of numbers between 1-60. Obviously i chose 22. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home later on, got me tired and gunry so i ate again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-8675228625297730396?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/8675228625297730396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=8675228625297730396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8675228625297730396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8675228625297730396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/fidelity.html' title='Fidelity'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6521110381247728352</id><published>2009-11-07T00:19:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:49:51.769+09:00</updated><title type='text'>You Might Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvREyjqlfMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ols2wdStLMQ/s1600-h/15-stunning-examples-of-underwater-photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvREyjqlfMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ols2wdStLMQ/s320/15-stunning-examples-of-underwater-photography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401017488482073794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You make me feel as if I'm underwater, with my brick-like-feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herlo :) today i have to say is really funny. Even if it was a little boring, but I still survived. Started the day with Nad and Mai, we went to USJ 12 park and sat under the pondok while waiting for the rain to end. Then we got ready for school, went to school with them and i sat on a bench with Amira while she waited for her D, and i was just bored so i accompanied her, it turned out to be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) then we had the chaotic pemberian or penerimaan sijil or whatever. My palm turned bright pink after all the clapping and cheering. But soon after that we had to go back to class, =.= Nuri, Yue Qin, Puteri didn't come, so i had to hang around with Huay Ling, Wenting, Christina, and i taught Ze Yen, Jie Sheng and Xiao Cong japanese :) I also chatted with Harry, Yong Jian, Choon Kiat, Shannon etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually passed Amiga's class for quite a lot of times, waving my hands enthusiastically at them while mouthing words such as "HELP ME" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! Akmal and Azman were being incredibly funny, XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Subang Parade just now to eat dinner at Nandos. I am tired and full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never promised you a ray of light, i never promised there'd be sunshine everyday. i gave you everything i had, the good the bad. I always said that i would make mistakes, i am only human and that's my saving grace. One thing is clear, i wear a halo when you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-6521110381247728352?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6521110381247728352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6521110381247728352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6521110381247728352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6521110381247728352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-might-come-back.html' title='You Might Come Back'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvREyjqlfMI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ols2wdStLMQ/s72-c/15-stunning-examples-of-underwater-photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-187178104218376864</id><published>2009-11-05T23:53:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T06:24:26.385+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to lose you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://somebodystolemytwinkie.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/cookie-monster-diet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 436px;" src="http://somebodystolemytwinkie.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/cookie-monster-diet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 40th Anniversary to Sesame street, and i want to have this chance to say I miss you, to my ex-boyfriend, Cookie Monster - *winkwink to Yue qin (His new girlfriend) xD*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rB1PxkcMh4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rB1PxkcMh4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know that you don't wanna talk about it but I gotta put it in your mind, I feel like we've been through this maybe a thousand times.I feel like we've been going round and round in circles&lt;br /&gt;oh why, we gotta put this behind us. Baby, listen to me, please don't walk out that door cause if you ever leave me I'd be lost, I'd be going crazy  cause I don't want nobody else I just wanna be with you . You're the only one who completes me baby. You're the one who makes me whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that everytime I looked in your eyes I see something wrong, insecurity. when all along I been trying make it right keep us going strong, loving you faithfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;this was what i had in mind the whole time i was suffering today. "Life is a struggle, live with it and learn from it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i cannot write long enough to define the day to make you feel your life is much better, or to think that you can laugh at me, but yeah, maybe some other time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes, i hate today, as much as i hate exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I don't know what to wear at Yanie's party =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;where do you go when you're lonely? where do you go when you're blue? where do you go I'll follow you, when the stars go blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2324149173185538426-187178104218376864?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/187178104218376864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=187178104218376864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/187178104218376864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/187178104218376864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-want-to-lose-you.html' title='I don&apos;t want to lose you.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-1837990465015213015</id><published>2009-11-05T10:01:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:31:48.368+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Because sometimes time isn't enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvI4_toNQoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RLcudXVhANo/s1600-h/n4uoe9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvI4_toNQoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RLcudXVhANo/s320/n4uoe9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400441570401796738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;JAESUK!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I’m going to meet you, that’s what I’ve decided. This song in my pocket I want you to hear it. Softly raising the volume I’ve already tried and made sure oh goodbye days, now, there’s a feeling of change up until yesterday, so long. because there’s a clumsy tenderness beside me with you I hand the other earphone to you, it flows slowly this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you loving well? even though you lose your way sometimes if possible, I’d want to not think of any sad thoughts&lt;br /&gt;but you’ll show up, right? that time, with a smile even if you could say something like,&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah hello!! my friend” that’d be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we’re singing the same song be next to me, I wish I’m glad I met a clumsy tenderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;---&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; want to wipe away the moment, but I want to cling to it all the same. I don't understand myself. No one has a second shot at life. I could try to hide in a strange town, but I'd still be full of doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to escape from my childish urges, I'll just keep wallowing in excuses if I don't. If I follow the scraps of my memories, I can return to those innocent days, Like a little girl in another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed a world in my childhood. I was born to make it come true. I'm a baby, and I want to cry. But if I have to take this pain, to make my dreams come true, It's not so bad... If life itself is a battle, then I can only win or lose. Even I get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this pain makes me want to cry. Now an urge to chase tomorrow springs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live on the right path. I just want to live on the right path.&lt;br /&gt;Like that boy, long long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to trip over people's words. I don't want to be a confused little kid. The future has its own promises. It's all right if I can't be a kid again. I might be afraid of Tomorrow's Way, but Life is a one-way street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed so many things as a child, I was born to live up to them all. I'm a baby, but I won't cry or whine.&lt;br /&gt;If I have to take a little pain to make my dreams come true,&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:large;"&gt;That song gave me the chills, cause it reminds me of so many memories about last year. I think at the moment, i only like Yui's song , i do not like the other japanese singers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px;font-size:large;"&gt;but omg Ryo &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2324149173185538426-1837990465015213015?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/1837990465015213015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=1837990465015213015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1837990465015213015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/1837990465015213015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/because-sometimes-time-isnt-enough.html' title='Because sometimes time isn&apos;t enough.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvI4_toNQoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RLcudXVhANo/s72-c/n4uoe9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-8327683517567956144</id><published>2009-11-03T23:00:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:03:38.253+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours of invisibility.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvA3tbIpu1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RhGhswllCCw/s1600-h/viaeyebrizzle.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvA3tbIpu1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RhGhswllCCw/s320/viaeyebrizzle.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399877206734912338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puteri says i need more self confidence. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-8327683517567956144?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/8327683517567956144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=8327683517567956144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8327683517567956144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/8327683517567956144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/colours-of-invisibility.html' title='Colours of invisibility.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvA3tbIpu1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RhGhswllCCw/s72-c/viaeyebrizzle.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-718086813790441086</id><published>2009-11-03T02:02:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:03:51.215+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery would be over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvA39yZPSHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/drs372fEZzU/s1600-h/z4Kw4BBZmqfiganwZm7V8KHHo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvA39yZPSHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/drs372fEZzU/s320/z4Kw4BBZmqfiganwZm7V8KHHo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399877487856404594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:small;"&gt;I remember stormy weather, the way the sky looks when it's cold. And you were with me, content with walking, so unaware of the world. Please don't drive me home tonight cause I dont wanna feel alone.  Please don't drive me home tonight. cause I don't wanna go. Tuesday morning, in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I was finding out, who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;And if you turned around to see me and I was gone,you should have looked outside your window cause the sun was coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't drive me home tonight. 'Cause I dont wanna feel alone. Tuesday morning, in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We were finding out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who we are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;Today was funny. I was playing Uno cards (which Jaddid bought and it was ben 10 in PINK), we played "speed", and then suddenly Jaddid asked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;"Kak Qai rasa hari ni hari percintaan tak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;i was shocked by the question, and asked him why he was asking me that. He was hesitating, if he should answer my question, but after about 15 seconds, he said "Kawan jaddid... orang yang dia suka kasi nombor telefon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;i almost laughed hearing that, since he seem so serious about it and he's like, eleven. Anyway, Jaddid was asking me if i had a boyfriend, i winked at him, and nodded, (haha, liar.), but he believed it, and i asked him if he was jealous, he said "Buat apa Jaddid nak jealous, jaddid bukannya gay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;HAHHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;and i asked him if he has a girlfriend, he denied so many times, until suddenly kak wai (who was on the bed, and at first i thought she was sleeping) kak wai said "Sebenarnya, I am Jaddid's girlfriend", and she laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;"Who do you think Alina (the main character) would end up with in the story? Her crush or Aiman?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;-W (the author)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;"I don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;-M (the reader)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;"I don't know, but I am pretty sure she's going to end up with Aiman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;-W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;"And did you know, the story is based on a true (almost) story? *wink*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&gt;-W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BY THE WAY, Kak Najah i know you're reading this =.=&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and here's Kak Jannah's blog. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://monoloqueen.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://monoloqueen.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One more thing, Don't worry i won't post up the "heart" accident. I am nice :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:small;"&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/2324149173185538426-718086813790441086?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/718086813790441086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=718086813790441086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/718086813790441086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/718086813790441086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/mystery-would-be-over.html' title='Mystery would be over.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvA39yZPSHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/drs372fEZzU/s72-c/z4Kw4BBZmqfiganwZm7V8KHHo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6458504290211991648</id><published>2009-11-01T03:02:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T23:14:52.477+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiven, not forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvA6yr9xB4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/3LF5qtgTWF8/s320/by+tinycircus.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399880595686885250" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvA6y6NHtBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_mz6UE5bdM0/s1600-h/AZN7wsuV4q52zgdximCimKRho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvA6y6NHtBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_mz6UE5bdM0/s320/AZN7wsuV4q52zgdximCimKRho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399880599509382162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i have no time for you now, i have no where to go now. i don't know what to do now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, is it because i am being ridiculously unhappy and miserable, or the fact that i have a throbbing headache at the moment. It wasn't my fault. We went to the outdoor theater, and it was raining, so we had to bare with it, and we even had to sit on the wet carpet, which was really uncomfy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i am being naggy right now. I am hungry, sick and i just can't wait till the day arrives. I need to sleep to make myself feel better by the morning, so i hope i can really wake up with a bright smile on my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My story had developed really well so far. Alina has 2 guys to choose, the guy that made her heart flutters, but always makes her cry, or the guy who had always makes her smile and treats her really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who would you choose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always had time for you, but now i am not as sure as i was any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-6458504290211991648?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6458504290211991648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6458504290211991648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6458504290211991648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6458504290211991648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/11/forgiven-not-forgotten.html' title='Forgiven, not forgotten'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SvA6yr9xB4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/3LF5qtgTWF8/s72-c/by+tinycircus.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3264027411936867231</id><published>2009-10-31T19:10:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:17:15.418+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_Nsi05HkXw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/2_Nsi05HkXw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Heyyy folks :) I'm having a big headache, doesnt know what to do. But i am very sure what i should do. Well, i don't know, but i think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;i am tired to play the game. Yes, that person may be winning, but i am not the one that is going to lose something. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Recently i have been making quite a lot of videos and will be posting on youtube, but it's amateur-ish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;We baked a cake today, but i only ate the first thin piece because it's chocolate topping and i hate chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Well i need to get ready to go to a theater , and tomorrow will be going out with friends! Ciao for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; white-space: normal; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You think your days are uneventful and no one ever thinks about you...She goes her own way, She goes her own way .You think your days are ordinary nnd no one ever thinks about you. But we're all the same and she can hardly breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she has no time for you now. She says she has no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the lonely people , then think about the day she found you o r lie to yourself and see it all dissolve around you. Lonely people tumble downwards. My heart opens up to you when she says &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says she has no time&lt;br /&gt;For you now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-3264027411936867231?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/3264027411936867231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=3264027411936867231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3264027411936867231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/3264027411936867231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-to-you.html' title='Letter to you.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-258719260782261983</id><published>2009-10-31T00:12:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:20:20.991+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRXmbxSf9ys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRXmbxSf9ys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't know how i could find this song, i was searching for blog layouts. Anyway, yeah i put the song because it sounds like one of the soundtrack in some people that i know's life, and it made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You ain't crazy, I ain't gonna lie anymore.What you're feeling, there's a reason for.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do right.&lt;br /&gt;Do I love you? Oh, you know I've tried. But what you're after you can't find in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One by one, we're collecting lies when you can't give love&lt;br /&gt;you give alibis, now I'm gonna do right. This time I gotta do right. I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna say good-bye, but sooner or latter. There comes a time/When you gotta do right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Darlin', tell the truth, don't turn away. This is our last chance to touch each others hearts&lt;br /&gt;Does anything last forever? I don't know.Maybe we're near the end. how can we go on together, now that we've grown apart, Well the only way to start is heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's a miserable miserable day today. So, tell me. Are you happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2324149173185538426-258719260782261983?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/258719260782261983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=258719260782261983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/258719260782261983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/258719260782261983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/10/malay-mail.html' title='Malay Mail'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-4788526732255735340</id><published>2009-10-30T01:24:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:42:45.317+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Teleportation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SunF62mjItI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pu7AbAcUqDA/s320/1V052_bella_sol.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398063243260535506" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SunFwjoCzbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/e04ndBHtaTo/s1600-h/00bg5k69.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SunFwjoCzbI/AAAAAAAAAPA/e04ndBHtaTo/s320/00bg5k69.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398063066367839666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't speak, I can't believe, this is here happening. Our situation isn't right, get real, who you playing with..I never thought you'd be like this. You were supposed to be there by my side. When you say that you want me, I just don't believe it. You're always ready to give up and never turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of worrying that you're gonna quit over anything. I can trip and you let go like that, and everything that we ever were, it seems to fade, but not the hurt, cause you don't know the good things from the bad. When I say that I want you, you know that I mean it and in my hour of weakness&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But what if I need you baby? Would you even try to save me? Or would you find some lame excuse to never be true?&lt;br /&gt;What if I said I loved you? Would you be the one to run to?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you watch me walk away without a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I spent hours on watching "What If" movie, which i have to admit, really really good. ;) mama is reconsidering on buying Sony Vegas 9.0 so maybe i can do those stuffs too, which would be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't know, today was kind of a little ironic, in some ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah, Amira was reallllyyy pissed about something. Rain was heavy. yeah, and i was sitting right beside the dusty window, trying to not scream when the lightning was right outside. I succeeded. Exam is over, finally. Tomorrow, hopefully will be a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I hope for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If "shame" had a face, i think it would look just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/2324149173185538426-4788526732255735340?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/4788526732255735340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=4788526732255735340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4788526732255735340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/4788526732255735340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/10/teleportation.html' title='Teleportation'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SunF62mjItI/AAAAAAAAAPI/pu7AbAcUqDA/s72-c/1V052_bella_sol.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-6795414864724179801</id><published>2009-10-29T00:04:00.008+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:58:25.663+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Buble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1AJmKkU5POA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;this song explains everything. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry i cannot upddate that long, but yeah hear the song! And i fell in love with Michael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;all over again, cause i love his smile, especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;in "Everything" music video, and his voice is strong yet soothing i cant stop smiling. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I told my mom i wanna marry him even if he has a girl friend Which is Luisana Lopilato &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(i can't believe it's Luisana!! i watched her show xD) anyway, yeah i still remember when i watched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;his concert in Madison Square Garden, a fan said "I LOVE YOU MICHAEL BUBLE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;then he said, "I love you too, mystery woman in the dark", omggggggg &lt;33333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm Not Surprised&lt;br /&gt;Not everything Lasts&lt;br /&gt;I've Broken My Heart So Many Times,&lt;br /&gt;I've Stopped Keepin Track.&lt;br /&gt;Talk Myself In&lt;br /&gt;I Talk Myself Out&lt;br /&gt;I Get all worked up&lt;br /&gt;Then I Let Myself Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Tried So Very Hard Not To Lose It&lt;br /&gt;I Came Up With A Million Excuses&lt;br /&gt;I Thought I thought of Every Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know Someday That it'll All Turn up&lt;br /&gt;You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid That I'll Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Might Have To Wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll Never Give Up&lt;br /&gt;I Guess It's half timing&lt;br /&gt;And The Other half's luck&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You Are&lt;br /&gt;Whenever It's Right&lt;br /&gt;You'll Come Out Of Nowhere And Into My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing&lt;br /&gt;And Baby Your Love Is Gonna Change Me&lt;br /&gt;And Now I Can See Every Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Somehow I Know That it'll All Turn up&lt;br /&gt;And You'll Make Me Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid I'll Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Say All's fair&lt;br /&gt;In Love And War&lt;br /&gt;But I Won't Need To Fight it&lt;br /&gt;?Get invited?&lt;br /&gt;We'll Be United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Know That We Can Be So Amazing&lt;br /&gt;And girl Your Love Is Gonna Change Me&lt;br /&gt;And Now I Can See Every Single Possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Someday I Know It'll All Turn Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Work To Work It Up&lt;br /&gt;Promise You Kid I Get More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;Than I Get Than I Get han I Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh You Know That Will All Turn Up&lt;br /&gt;And I will Work So We Can Work To Work It Out&lt;br /&gt;And I Promise You Kid To Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;Oh Promise You Kid&lt;br /&gt;To Give So Much More Than I Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Said Love Love Love Love Love Love Love .....&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Haven't Met You Yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it's true, i just havent met you yet ;D&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/2324149173185538426-6795414864724179801?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/6795414864724179801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=6795414864724179801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6795414864724179801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/6795414864724179801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/10/michael-buble.html' title='Michael Buble'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-9094912624414874576</id><published>2009-10-26T20:36:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:41:49.368+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rushing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new', courier, monospace; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You're stuck on me and my laughing eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend though I try to hide - I like you&lt;br /&gt;I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I felt my heart skip a beat&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here and I can hardly breathe - you got me&lt;br /&gt;You got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you take my hand is just so sweet&lt;br /&gt;And that crooked smile of yours it knocks me off my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new', courier, monospace; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i mean it &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today was MUCH MUCH better than yesterday. I really am glad. English was okay i guess, nothing special to talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;At about 15 minutes before we went home, Jie Sheng, Ze Yen and Jie Wen were talking about how boring my blog was and they said they couldn't understand a word i was saying. Okay, perhaps i can't blame them, i can see that my blog is so dull and dead. Yeahh... i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyway, there was a huge news. I didn't choose to believe, though they insisted that it was true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I went to the park with Nadia just now. And we talked about how our life are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We also promised to live our life, making it worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: medium; line-height: 12px;"&gt;Okay jaddid is already staring at me, meaning he wants to play the comp. Maybe i'll edit this.&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/2324149173185538426-9094912624414874576?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/9094912624414874576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=9094912624414874576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/9094912624414874576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/9094912624414874576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/10/rushing.html' title='Rushing'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2324149173185538426.post-3358594736271153563</id><published>2009-10-25T17:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:02:59.475+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Honestly, I am a liar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Be honest no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been asked out?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your default picture (myspace) taken?&lt;br /&gt;In front of my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;rumours, rumours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you still like your ex girlfriend/&lt;wbr&gt;boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;Um, not THAT tragic, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever had a 1 night stand?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;typing, no matter it's on the laptop or the computer keyboard, even the phone keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3 by younha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name someone with the same birthday as YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever sung in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;uh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;steal super powers from other people who have super powers so i could choose what power i want at any time whenever i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Height, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you usually order from starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't order anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever lie to spare someones feelings?&lt;br /&gt;yes, a lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;yes, it's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you speak any other language?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;I like the smell of Apples (like what saf said) and chocolate or vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could describe your life in one word what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you gave/received a hug?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking how am i supposed to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person that made you upset/angry?&lt;br /&gt;Kak Wai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how often do you pray?&lt;br /&gt;very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like working in the yard?&lt;br /&gt;It requires too much work, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;In some certain ways, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-3358594736271153563?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' 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or 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 3 or 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONE! hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Stuck on an Island with 2 or 5?&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrrr... both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trade Lives with 8 or 10?&lt;br /&gt;10 maybe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Has the Best..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes?&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile?&lt;br /&gt;1, 4, 6 and 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face?&lt;br /&gt;er i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Style?&lt;br /&gt; i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Few More Questions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has 3 ever hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. :) but he's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever hurt 4?&lt;br /&gt; i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the funniest?&lt;br /&gt;2,5 and 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you beat up 8?&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAA no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you saw 9?&lt;br /&gt;School, if outside school then it'd be at Siti Atikah's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the smartest?&lt;br /&gt;2, cause he's a year older than everyone else hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you known 2?&lt;br /&gt;A long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 1 and 6 started dating?&lt;br /&gt;I'd freak out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 5 dating/&lt;wbr&gt;crushing on?&lt;br /&gt;Um, i support jiestina, but i zuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Survey will be in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2324149173185538426-982680414304156474?l=wantastically.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/feeds/982680414304156474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2324149173185538426&amp;postID=982680414304156474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/982680414304156474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2324149173185538426/posts/default/982680414304156474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wantastically.blogspot.com/2009/10/guy-friends.html' title='Guy friends.'/><author><name>Notebook monster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17668262454631924608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ve__QjNh_-M/SST1FXuHYBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RRg_pHZyTrs/S220/DSC_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
