<?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-4035489391914007084</id><updated>2011-10-26T15:21:33.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears were the poison that made her grow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3444188671846482911</id><published>2011-06-14T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:22:37.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions taking over</title><content type='html'>i'm listening to hazrul nizam kau segalanya song in repeat mode now on youtube. it's just that i've been "broken" for the past 2 days both physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, i had this kendarat event going on with my bubu safi at bukit gombak. its like a VIP wedding thing and all of the kendarat people are wearing black. The event was huge. it has 4000 guests including ministers. even i was new in this al-ansar kendarat intro by bubu safi to her uncle, i tried my best to fit in... in a way. :/ ANIWAE, as i was saying its a major wedding event, it awfully need a whole lot of human man power in this. AND I MEAN A WHOLE LOT OF POWER. it was soo tiring that by the end of the day, my whole body aches. Still does for my feet though.. but at the end of the day i get my fifty dollars. :) oh don't forget i got picked on. :( well.. im fat yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way im typing this is as if im leaving out something "important". *thinking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okae.. how do i put it.. i just feel so empty. seriously... i feel empty. like my feelings are all drained out. if i'm not wrong, i think i may lost the feeling about love. it doesnt mean only one kind of love that ya'll noe about- BGR. its all different kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;love of being a daughter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;love of being a friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;love for allah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;lost and tainted of understanding of someone loving me - a boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;my love for myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the first one just affects the rest. i feel like something changed. im not sure if its me or my family members but i just cant get along sometimes. they've yet to see the real me and my feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the second one is me who made the stupid choice. how could anione survive without a friend? i'm practically runnng away with my problems from them. that's how i will describe it to u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the third one is basically about my iman and honesty towards my god. i have to wake up. :( thank you allah for always being there for me. thank you. amin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the forth one is really bizzare. i swear i have forgotten how to love someone again. its like, im open to be loved but at the same time im too scared to trust it. it does hurts seeing how people fall in love and u cant seem to understand how it really works. oh well.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lastly, the fith one is basically i needed help. i'm scared that i have bipolar. coz i tend to follow my emotions that i dun realise that i'm actually embracing the pain that is actually happening to me. my negativity is like at the peak. i knew this as i read back my tweets and its like i'm sucidal. i would only realise after a few days like now and telling u this. i know i need help. but i just don't know who to turn to or where. i dun feel like opening up to my parents. they just don't need to noe my situation thats all. they don't need to know how i ugly felt, how fat i felt, how people picked on me from primary school till now, how sad i am when i dun be appreciated and i'm left all alone. its just sad. :'(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok now see. without all of these... i think it's wat cause me feeling empty. yes im ok in a way.. i can do normal things or whatever but i just feel that those puzzles are missing. im not so sure how am i gonna complete it but i think not in the near future. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~whats happening to me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-3444188671846482911?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3444188671846482911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3444188671846482911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3444188671846482911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3444188671846482911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/06/emotions-taking-over.html' title='emotions taking over'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2060676035244644118</id><published>2011-06-03T09:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:05:08.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid dream, stupid pictures, stupid fat me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UgOLWRKDKEU/Teg0QMcaqPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/QOxJl3a4POg/s1600/Picture0001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613794388340287730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UgOLWRKDKEU/Teg0QMcaqPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/QOxJl3a4POg/s320/Picture0001-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUKQzl36Z-I/Teg0P_B6_xI/AAAAAAAAA2A/cv_Rv6qeU7U/s1600/sad-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613794384739499794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUKQzl36Z-I/Teg0P_B6_xI/AAAAAAAAA2A/cv_Rv6qeU7U/s320/sad-girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat a crap to start the day. woke up with a major headache and a memory of a dream that i'm back with my ex. wat could be worse. urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To eleborate what happen in that dream, i swear i dun even get it why am i dreaming about him, My 1st ex. Its been 3 or 4 years ago. Maybe, it all goes down back to the day i bump into that freak at downtown east with safi. Ohmygod, there is sooo much i need to express that i couldnt even start. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;slowly~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*breathes in* kay.. it was a day when i made a promise to myself that i'm gonna have so much fun with my bubu safi at downtown east. We planned to have a damn awsome time at escape theme park and lose ourselves. The funny thing is, when u think that nothing bad will happen on that day will only turn otherwise. Its like when u let ur guards down, the enemy strikes without u being prepared. And thats when u should be really prepared. Unlike me. I was walking with safi and i was looking to the sales beside me on my right. Just in time to look forward, my ex was right smack infront of me. Great. The immediate adreneline rush when i saw that freak was to run and i made a damn sharp turn to my right and exit the place thinking he didnt notice me. Too bad i was wrong. -.- we'll come to that part later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i was saying, the aftermath of "escaping" from that freak, i was shaking and not thinking straight. We both went to Macdonalds to have a drink or watever coz safi wanted to buy burger. I have forgotten that earlier, before meeting safi, i had eaten my lunch. Due to traumatised of the earlier incident, i forgot that i'm already full and bought a full set meal. -.- *huuuur...*&lt;br /&gt;After that yada2, had fun at escape go karting yada2.. meet drama frens after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week after that on tuesday, 3 days ago, met again my drama frens, i decided to "inform" that girl who knew my ex bf.. pathethiclly why do i have such accquaintances...? *shaking head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND so.. she happily informed me that my ex bf saw me and said " me and her are long gone, nothing.. why is she like that?" &lt;strong&gt;DUH I'M LIKE THIS BOY! I GOT FUCKING SHOCK WHEN THE SUPPOSED HAPPIEST DAY OF THE WEEK TO SPEND MY TIME WITH MY BFF AND I BUMPPED INTO YOU OUT OF NO WHERE WHEN I DUN THINK IM GONNA BUMPED INTO YOU STUPID A HOLE! _l_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;U f-ing dun need to tell to that girl bout me. what is your f-ing motive dude?? what does she have to me? just because i knew her like that? &lt;strong&gt;U AINT KNOW ANYTHING YET BOY. I DUN FUCKING WANT TO KNOW WHAT RELATIONSHIP I HAVE TO HER AND AS WELL AS U A HOLE. SHE DUN EVEN FUCKING KNOW ME! &lt;/strong&gt;*punch wall*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i was punching both of u. seriously. so, the dream last nite was such a suay thing. i dun even want to see u! i had it with all my ex! dammit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok now, i saw my fat ugly pics in facebook. im fucking fat. im fat. wat the heck am i doing to myself. *crying silently*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunnoe my food therapy is making me look ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~I hate the fact i even know u. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4035489391914007084-2060676035244644118?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2060676035244644118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2060676035244644118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2060676035244644118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2060676035244644118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/06/stupid-dream-stupid-pictures-stupid-fat.html' title='stupid dream, stupid pictures, stupid fat me'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UgOLWRKDKEU/Teg0QMcaqPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/QOxJl3a4POg/s72-c/Picture0001-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8237571731214144963</id><published>2011-05-31T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:30:03.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updating</title><content type='html'>almost the end of may. im jobless.... :D&lt;br /&gt;Wat the heck happens in my life has a reason, and i just have not found it. Annoying much? -.- well, rotting at home and make my butt grow bigger. ok i'm talkig crap arent i?&lt;br /&gt;Anw.. i deleted my cbox due to nonsense ppl tagging me. wtf? anw i dun need one. who reads this blog anw right? so u ppl who are trying to spam my cbox... TOOO BAAAD!! HAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss my drama peeps very much. i hope im able to meet them later in the afternoon.. wish me luck :D oh!!! ILOVENURSAFITRI heheh.. yea she did that to her bloggeh.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~saya syg awk safi. saya tk heran awak jasman. saya rindu mereka drama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8237571731214144963?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8237571731214144963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8237571731214144963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8237571731214144963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8237571731214144963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/05/updating.html' title='updating'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-5622853782624980340</id><published>2011-05-09T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T02:36:00.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot weather n cant sleep</title><content type='html'>its 2 am in the morning and i sucks that i cant sleep even im sleepy and its hot. hot hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was mother's day yesterday. The worst mother's day that i've had in my entire life. the best part was i was having my period at the same time. Cramps are really killing me. i've got no plans at first but decided to order pizza just a small eat together. AT LEAST I HAVE THE THOUGHT TO DO SOMETHING. I DID WISH MUM ON FB AS WELL TO SUM IT UP. but it has always to be some other people who has to ruin the fu*king day. i gt the cramps and had to rest to make it go away. well i took a nap for 2 hrs. other other hand, other ppl in the family has no initiative t even do sumthin. they still waiting for me. sister has alwaes made the lappy the world and nt even care bt ther things in her life. that suck. i guess by then, mum gt upset and roam ard tampines while other mums are celebrating. i was soooooo upset buy my family actions. it seems as if no one care. i will not say wasnt in the rong as well and wont give reasons. but can other ppl in this house have the fing initiative or sumthin???!! most importantly to my sis. wat is she doing?! i hate her for this. at least give mum a simple present or sumthin. she didnt. IM PISSED OFF WITH HER. dammit.&lt;br /&gt;mum gt home and i ask where she'd been.. a bitter response was expected. i was boiling potatoes at that point of time. i cried. i really dunnot want her to think i dun care about her. she is my one and only mother. other ppl have to ruin it plus my period. i cried n cried till sobbing worsen the whole crying part. they try to ask me to all the food but my appetite gone. i ate halfway and i stoped. i went in my room n just twit watever was in my heart. nt long mum cme in. i dunnoe wat was she thinking but mother has instincts ya noe. ya kay so everything was ok after that but im still pissed with sis.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry umi for watever happened on mother's day. :(&lt;br /&gt;but everyday is supposed to be a mothers day to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~pms sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-5622853782624980340?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/5622853782624980340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=5622853782624980340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/5622853782624980340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/5622853782624980340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/05/hot-weather-n-cant-sleep.html' title='hot weather n cant sleep'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3007849401748350839</id><published>2011-04-12T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T09:52:55.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in my own world</title><content type='html'>i'm not quite sure how i would say this but i shall speak my mind. i woke up today and i was feeling all groggy... i slept at 1 am reading this book i borrowed at the library. review from me was it was ok. sumthin different, its abt online relationship, heh i always reading sumthin oh so dark... moving on, i decide to get lappy and check fb since i didnt the whole day ystdy.. i open up and saw i had a message. the first thing came to my mind was a guy.. what does he want.. and little did noe that i was expecting danny. -.- but... it was from my mum. she sent a video with a short msg.. "with love" hmm.. when i started to see the video, i started sobing.. adding the bad flu i had. i feel so bad. it was a touching video... i dunnow hw to describe the feeling. mum actally send me that video and it finally made me cry. i've whinning to atiqah that i wanna cry so badly but nt quite sure what the reason was.. ok mayb this is the reason... :/ im feeling lonelier then ever. really even i noe i have frens around. they dunt reall noe what im hiding inside. i dunnow how to explain it to them. but i believe from the songs that im listenning to and by typing out my words.. it somehow explains how i feel. just one thing. no one will notice me. no point. back to square one. *sigh* life has to go on even u see shadows behind u whispering abt a person and you noe its u. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~i'm living in silence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-3007849401748350839?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3007849401748350839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3007849401748350839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3007849401748350839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3007849401748350839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/04/lost-in-my-own-world.html' title='lost in my own world'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1722865541457264275</id><published>2011-04-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:11:38.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude</title><content type='html'>i'm not quite sure what the heck is wrong with me. I think, its been 2 weeks since my attitude is so fucked up. I can say that what my actions should be rude. All i care was me. So? i think its a phase that i'm going thru. I just can't be bothered by everything. i used to be called as the problem runner. yea. i runaway from my probs. _l_ mum is pissed with me i guess. watever. all of these crap is due to my exam results. im just as useless as that results. so be it. i dun care. i dun care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1722865541457264275?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1722865541457264275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1722865541457264275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1722865541457264275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1722865541457264275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/04/attitude.html' title='attitude'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-4359850682022419783</id><published>2011-04-02T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T09:33:27.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed up mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DG28XhCgi98/TZZ8ueuVvZI/AAAAAAAAA14/8Q98fTbIRNg/s1600/photo0555-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590793125390302610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DG28XhCgi98/TZZ8ueuVvZI/AAAAAAAAA14/8Q98fTbIRNg/s320/photo0555-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd of april. a week of madness. final results are out and true enuf i didnt make the cut. well.. what can i say. i was all negative for the past 3 days of my life. i was so crancky and emo its like bad. up till this moment, there is no more words that i can spread ut to the world how i feel inside. i've gone speechless. its already written for me in my life from God that my life is like this so i have to accept it. no i dun think my life is over just because i didnt make it to poly. i have to find a way now to make my life useful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frens around me gave me their courge, support and advice for me not to give up. i thank u all for that. really. They are the reason why i was able to change the curve of my smile everytime i am down. they are the reason why besides my parents that i can move on and continue on this life journey. THANK YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH. im grateful to have them. Dear god, pls let them be my frens as long as i live. amin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~i love my frens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-4359850682022419783?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/4359850682022419783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=4359850682022419783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4359850682022419783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4359850682022419783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/04/messed-up-mind.html' title='messed up mind.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DG28XhCgi98/TZZ8ueuVvZI/AAAAAAAAA14/8Q98fTbIRNg/s72-c/photo0555-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2406358668383618490</id><published>2011-03-20T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T00:01:25.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair cut and just ended attachment</title><content type='html'>Greetings my fellow humans :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One heck of a news flash. Attachment has offically ended for me!! *doing crazy dance* Ended two days ago. It was sad yet exciting. &lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss my dear kakak's and abg khailesh soo much. Seriously.&lt;/strong&gt; haiz.. apart from that, i made cookies and a farewell card for them :) Alhamdullilah they like it! heeee :D oh ya hair is short now. hapie as i could be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is gonna change the mood of this post.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so miserable right now. well actually 3 days now. when&lt;strong&gt; i finally tried to open up to the meaning of "love", it shuts down back again just like that.&lt;/strong&gt; I went on a date last friday after my final attachment ended. Met &lt;em&gt;danny&lt;/em&gt;. Guy that i've been texting. A chinese and well built guy, so called my ideal guy that i've picturing in my mind-minus the traits kind. just the appearence i mean. Out to the movies to watch red riding hood. he bought tix and watched at marina sq. it was an awkward moment when he practically get close but i dun give a damn. ok blahblahblah~ &lt;strong&gt;THE POINT IS... Every time after a date ends, that person will never gonna be my friend again. they are not gonna text me again. THATS WHAT I HATE IF HAD TO GO ON A DATE. I REFRAINE MYSELF TO GO ON A DATE AS I STILL DO WANT TO KEEP MY FRIENDSHIP WITH THAT PERSON. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS. I WILL GET EMOTIONAL AND BE SAD LIKE FOREVER AND I HATE SO MUCH. I HATE IT I HATE IT.... :'( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does everything has to be this way. accepting me is a mistake? i assume its a yes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a piece of dot thats being after every sentence and its not taken to appreciation to others. true? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck did i bother to stay positive and try to open up my heart back again to "love" when i already knew what was going to happen almost most the time.&lt;br /&gt;This is pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~all i need was a simple gesture but u slap me in return instead. thx.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2406358668383618490?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2406358668383618490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2406358668383618490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2406358668383618490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2406358668383618490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/03/hair-cut-and-just-ended-attachment.html' title='hair cut and just ended attachment'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6790035091092112515</id><published>2011-02-25T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:13:21.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dun need u to make it happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0okvvuQr40Y/TWfGJWAK0fI/AAAAAAAAA1w/B0WrqL8rXnw/s1600/photo0422-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577644527349060082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0okvvuQr40Y/TWfGJWAK0fI/AAAAAAAAA1w/B0WrqL8rXnw/s320/photo0422-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkpuIqTvVkU/TWfGJAQ2YqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/WECQpyoFApY/s1600/photo0419-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577644521513444002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkpuIqTvVkU/TWfGJAQ2YqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/WECQpyoFApY/s320/photo0419-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3poKQPOVqr4/TWfGIxxgquI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FbKiY1wzgRo/s1600/photo0408-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577644517623900898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3poKQPOVqr4/TWfGIxxgquI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FbKiY1wzgRo/s320/photo0408-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFmfScpsupA/TWfGIh6z7RI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/-mUKGTOsw8Q/s1600/photo0414-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577644513367944466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFmfScpsupA/TWfGIh6z7RI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/-mUKGTOsw8Q/s320/photo0414-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCzD1FzD5G0/TWfGIp-Uz8I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/BsYTJHMjhpw/s1600/photo0408-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577644515530166210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCzD1FzD5G0/TWfGIp-Uz8I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/BsYTJHMjhpw/s320/photo0408-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which part of my sentence "i'm so hapie being single and all i have to care about was my life and friends" that you don't understand dude? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i guess the whole sentence. Haha.. ure annoying. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See my smile when all i have was me, myself, and i. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*muacks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~all i see was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6790035091092112515?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6790035091092112515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6790035091092112515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6790035091092112515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6790035091092112515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dun-need-u-to-make-it-happen.html' title='i dun need u to make it happen'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0okvvuQr40Y/TWfGJWAK0fI/AAAAAAAAA1w/B0WrqL8rXnw/s72-c/photo0422-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1325488442099535912</id><published>2011-02-23T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T23:16:35.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Day Random Moment Random Life</title><content type='html'>Hallo Hallo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully; there is so much for me to blog about these past few weeks.. But my Vitamin M took me over. [M=Malas]:D&lt;br /&gt;Anw, basically, i'm pretty much psyched about attachment ending soon. &lt;strong&gt;WHO DOESN'T DUDE?!PRECISELY!&lt;/strong&gt; 3 weeks left! ohyea!! all that nonsense i have to go thru these past 6mths.. *middle finger up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday nite, on the way back home at around 11.45pm, i was at paya lebar mrt station. i was trying to "humor" myself with this random thought. How bout i list down the gud things about my ex. RANDOM MUCH? well i did list it down.  wanna noe?&lt;br /&gt;*if any of u are reading this.. &lt;strong&gt;be open-minded &amp;amp; no offence or strings attached.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haikal- hot in bed, teddybear hugz, layankan my nonsense.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashraf- sweet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Farhan- smart ass, random, crazy in bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yusri- caring, sweet, have priority&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;READ WITH OPEN MIND PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, none of them pass the point number five in the gud things about ex's list. nort suprised. *smirks* why did i even trip over them... *head shaking* welll anw, it was soo tough thinking about the gud points. i cant find them. Seriously. hahaha..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ex are meant to be Ex for a reason girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; true true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok anw, going to bed now.. i have 2 buggers texting me. as per usual.. being straight foward and i dun bother attitude helps much :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See ya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1325488442099535912?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1325488442099535912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1325488442099535912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1325488442099535912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1325488442099535912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-day-random-moment-random-life.html' title='Random Day Random Moment Random Life'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8650790496146281652</id><published>2011-02-05T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:33:43.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that pain still peels</title><content type='html'>I have no idea at all why i keep having these thoughts. It doesnt mean that its been 5 mnths i been &lt;em&gt;riding solo&lt;/em&gt; these thoughts came to haunt me, right?? I believe that i can stay this way abit &lt;strong&gt;more longer&lt;/strong&gt;. Now if u discuss about l.o.v.e to me, don't be suprised that i dun bother hearing it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COZ&lt;/span&gt;, to me that four letter word scares, irritates, annoy, freak me out big time. The only thing that i see was its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a whole big LIE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The images of my past assholes pains me in here. Its like when u think about it at random time, you heart suddenly felt &lt;strong&gt;that pain&lt;/strong&gt; again. The pain that hits u when it happens on that particular day that u've been severely hurt. Serious. As that thought will run like a film in my brain, the thought of falling into that dream seemed s far. Never will i accept any reasons for someone liking me at this time. Guys lie. yeap. No offence. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUYS LIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a random feeling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8650790496146281652?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8650790496146281652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8650790496146281652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8650790496146281652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8650790496146281652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/02/that-pain-still-peels.html' title='that pain still peels'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2152561808011706792</id><published>2011-02-01T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:55:33.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head ache. 2 words okeh</title><content type='html'>I was alarmed by my fren's posting at FB saying that JPAE is in 6 more days.. I went literally beserk. Made myself headache. Emo period at the moment. born with it. *smirks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2152561808011706792?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2152561808011706792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2152561808011706792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2152561808011706792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2152561808011706792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/02/head-ache-2-words-okeh.html' title='Head ache. 2 words okeh'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-7830082771271881717</id><published>2011-01-21T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:20:51.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted much in every single way</title><content type='html'>I'm super exhausted. Woke up in the morning and mygawd my neck aches. heh i full moon anw ystdy.. ohya. wanna tell ya, there's a jerk now msging me for 4 days now.. not even yet noe me that well.. "i love u.." "i will be with u forever" o.o&lt;br /&gt;U see all that shit tat kind kind of person potrays.. tsk tsk... never change. asked me to be his gf.. wat nonsense. i said no.. he still wants me to go. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooooo tired with this kind of people. yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~so live your life ayy ayy ayy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-7830082771271881717?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/7830082771271881717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=7830082771271881717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7830082771271881717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7830082771271881717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/01/exhausted-much-in-every-single-way.html' title='Exhausted much in every single way'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-4050416536256150914</id><published>2011-01-19T08:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T09:14:00.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im a worriewart. i can't help it</title><content type='html'>I'm still counting my weeks to the end of my attachment. from this week, it will be &lt;strong&gt;8 weeks left&lt;/strong&gt; which is equivalent to &lt;strong&gt;2 months&lt;/strong&gt;. ok yes.. i can do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonono.. i cant... i cant... i worrie soo much.. :s Its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Im worrying like a grandmother. Soo much is in my mind right now. Seriously. I can't stop thinking bout this whole thing coming in like a &lt;em&gt;bomb&lt;/em&gt;. All in one go. Mum says not to worrie. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HOW I CAN'T I??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everything needs thinking. And i mean really think. *&lt;em&gt;exhaling&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok look. I recently received an email from my lecturer in regards to my graduation preparation. As i was reading, i was highlighted by this point that she states in that email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563694691608643298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TTY22CQPRuI/AAAAAAAAA08/Z_Jsnq8_Le0/s320/requirements%2Bfor%2Bproject.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2)POLY JPAE (joint poly addmission starts 7feb11-donot miss this window if u are going for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;see that! thats wat i was refering about!! ok true wat my mum says. Im &lt;strong&gt;panicking&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;PANIC-KING&lt;/strong&gt;. O.0 Everyone noes im a panic person. how how?? i was having other plans for this year and yet another option came up n made me go nuts. I worrie too much until &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i woke up this morning not knowing if its 7am or pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. 0.o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my mum says take it one at a time. ok...&lt;strong&gt; i have to do report and i havent start a sentence! my powerpnt... NOT ONE SLIDE! ok how now? panic? YES!&lt;/strong&gt; alaa.. alaaa.. alaa... can? if i like take a day off and sort this chaos out? [alah.. your day off mcm tk off, u'll be worrying bout the next day.. no pint la girl..] ok.. sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;inhale&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have to stop.. and think in order. ok. yea. maybe ask my mum for advice. okehh.. yeah... shall do so.. but when???? eh when?!!! [start balek dah..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop it! when u've done what ure suppose to do.. den think about that. den continue on from there. One by one. ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;exhale&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okeh.... one by one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~no time for boys or other stuff. my life is at stake now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-4050416536256150914?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/4050416536256150914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=4050416536256150914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4050416536256150914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4050416536256150914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-worriewart-i-cant-help-it.html' title='im a worriewart. i can&apos;t help it'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TTY22CQPRuI/AAAAAAAAA08/Z_Jsnq8_Le0/s72-c/requirements%2Bfor%2Bproject.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3524267639658807622</id><published>2011-01-11T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:13:55.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my fren is a broken angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqRuX5huoCI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vqRuX5huoCI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved bff.. Please do take care of yourself. Treat this as your stepping stone of your life. Whatever that goes thru your mind, take it slow. I understand the moment that u are going thru right now. Been thru it a couple of times. Its never easy, trust me. But for me knowing you feeling this way, pains me. I know the challenges that you go thru for the past two years. I was there to see and hear. Sincerely from my heart, please do take care of yourself bestie. Im sorry i'm unable to help u in making the right decision at the moment for this situation. its all up to yourself. Be strong and i'll be here if u need me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~much loves from me to you PUTRI ATIQAH :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-3524267639658807622?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3524267639658807622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3524267639658807622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3524267639658807622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3524267639658807622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-fren-is-broken-angel.html' title='my fren is a broken angel'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-4199581844786337446</id><published>2011-01-06T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:06:15.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will attachment end</title><content type='html'>Another day that says&lt;strong&gt; "off day but mind stressed".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime im off i got nothing to think about except what the hell am i gonna wear to work tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;I hate work with&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; formalities&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Formal dressing just &lt;em&gt;suffocates&lt;/em&gt; me more. Plus, that fake mask i have to wear it everyday that its as if there's nothing happening in my life. &lt;strong&gt;Bullshits&lt;/strong&gt;. If those people at work has issues with me in some way... they shud be looking at the mirror more often. I'm silent but deadly knows wats going on. Just yesterday, i was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"approached"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by my supervisor telling me all the wrong thinds i've done in my conversations with guests. I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;agree to a certain extent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that any mistakes done you can correct me. But hey hey hey... u did mistakes and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; u didnt realise it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously speaking, your greeting, i cant make up wat the heck u said at the end. Its like &lt;strong&gt;two words mushed together.&lt;/strong&gt; That's one thing i realise. The other thing is, u act as if u&lt;em&gt; noe it all kind of person&lt;/em&gt;. At some point i noe u are trying to help me, but sometimes, it &lt;strong&gt;made me look stupid&lt;/strong&gt; when u scrunched your face like that as if u dun understand what am i talking about, AND i still remember u point it out to me not to that face when you're explaining. Need a mirror? humph..&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I have to learn this wake up call thing this sunday with her and im so not looking forward to it. Seriously. OHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; one more thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; i noe your secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I shall not tell as i'm the kind of person that keeps her promise. just becareful though sis. TSK TSK TSK... if in malay... you noe what people will say...&lt;strong&gt; "tak tahu malu, dah tau tersepit, cari orang mcm aku untuk tolong. dah tu satu hal, kau ingat ape yang kau buat selalu tu btl? adabnye mane...?" &lt;/strong&gt;heh.. I should buy u &lt;em&gt;IKEA&lt;/em&gt; mirror, the long kind and place it infront of u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now im satisfied with my blabbering and full from eating my mum's &lt;strong&gt;mee soto&lt;/strong&gt;. gonna leave and shall return soon, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~whats up with liars and fakers nowadays...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-4199581844786337446?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/4199581844786337446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=4199581844786337446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4199581844786337446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4199581844786337446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-will-attachment-end.html' title='when will attachment end'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-5241830476261420378</id><published>2011-01-05T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:00:07.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be with my alter ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TSRzG3IYEMI/AAAAAAAAA00/vKFzfLYYBGY/s1600/165305_1679178052089_1016651022_1848257_2139129_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558694401797525698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TSRzG3IYEMI/AAAAAAAAA00/vKFzfLYYBGY/s320/165305_1679178052089_1016651022_1848257_2139129_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gothic much ryte? Actually, that's my alter ego ryte there. I love to dress up and be her. It's as if there's no limits to wat she's able to do. Awsomeness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did i see the date correctly or are my eyes playing with me?.. its 5th jan already. Fcuk. Damn fast la! Anw nothing new, everyday would be the same as ever if im going to work.. all nonsense.. TELL ME ABOUT IT. Bleeeaaagghh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started the dae today with a scream and shout of a mad women looking for her guests... EH Aunty... engineers create handphones for... shouting at people at 7am in the morning izit? [Yes.. 7am.. She's crazy] or precisely, we do have technology to help u, its call e-mailing...? Bodoh. Next time, if u  hated to be put on hold, call us at the right time where EVERYONE are already at their desks and able to assist the little things that u requested and made such a big fuss about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Remind me not to help aunties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right at this moment, i declare that i'm suuuuuuuper bored and even blogging is trying to keep me awake. Hunt for foof in the kitchen.. and i gt myself a bowl of cereal with soy milk.. yea ryte "healthy". wat soo "healthy" when ure eating at 10pm at nite.... -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! bdw... i think i want to add sumthin to my new year resolution... try not to blog emo. eh.. but i write better when im emo. TRUETRUETRUE!!! ok i'll TRY... ok now.. end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~do i need somebody to love? naaah :)&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/4035489391914007084-5241830476261420378?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/5241830476261420378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=5241830476261420378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/5241830476261420378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/5241830476261420378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/01/id-rather-be-with-my-alter-ego.html' title='I&apos;d rather be with my alter ego'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TSRzG3IYEMI/AAAAAAAAA00/vKFzfLYYBGY/s72-c/165305_1679178052089_1016651022_1848257_2139129_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-901823132144841725</id><published>2011-01-02T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:22:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>assholediots</title><content type='html'>Ok... i just found out something nonsense this 2jan. wat a start to a new year... uat saket hati org je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH I STILL REMEMBER YOUR WORDS. "YOU.. I HAVE TO DELETE YOU FROM MY ACCOUNT.. NANTI KAWAN I SUMER NAMPAK.." "I LOVE YOU TAPI U MUST UNDERSTAND ME.." " I CAN ONLY ADD POMPAN2 YANG LAWA2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehhh go see mirror laaa... i saw u gf pic... LAWA LA SGT!.... WAT NONSENSE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my positivity towards love is decreasing. Dun bother me not falling in love ever again. i had it with all these people.. who are talking crap most of the time. Sotong jerks.&lt;br /&gt;u can kiss that f-ing girl's ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬love the way you assholes lie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-901823132144841725?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/901823132144841725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=901823132144841725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/901823132144841725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/901823132144841725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2011/01/assholediots.html' title='assholediots'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2205880891752473733</id><published>2010-12-31T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T22:47:19.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post of the year [offically]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TR3fIP9Au8I/AAAAAAAAA0s/dMUUM-64GB0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556842848059440066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TR3fIP9Au8I/AAAAAAAAA0s/dMUUM-64GB0/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok now is 10pm.. 2hrs more to 2011.&lt;strong&gt; OMG OMG.. soo fast!&lt;/strong&gt; Spending the eve of New Year with family at &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, where else shud i be at ryte? heh.. Do i have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Nevermind. I can blog aniwae ryte :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year of 2010 is such a..... urm.. full... urm... happenings i might say. Be it personal or around me. But the ultimate thing is.. its such a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;busybusy&lt;/span&gt; year! &lt;strong&gt;NO DOUBT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why but i love this year. No i dun have the love that i shud be having but i do have the love of my dearest frens this year. I love them soo dearly.&lt;br /&gt;Spending my daes which every single one of them was a speacial moment that i will cherish till whenever im still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its a tradition to have a new year resolution huh... so here goes for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year of 2010 is filled with so much memories.&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;strong&gt; highs&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;lows&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2011.. Will be magic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Try to be positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cut my desired hairstyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tone down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clean room/paint/revamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Work at USS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Hopefully i won't get my heart hurt. Every year is enuf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spend my life meaning fully coz im turning 20 and not looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okae soo... all thats that. Im just gonna &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go with the flow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of 2011 like how i did in 2010 but with more... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. heh.. [never too much of thinking for me. -.-]&lt;br /&gt;Till here all my frens hope to continue on in 2011. Love u guys in the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive my sins if i did do anything wrong to you guys. Lets forget the past n bring in the new. Never let our friendships disappear. Long live :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bilah Vamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2205880891752473733?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2205880891752473733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2205880891752473733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2205880891752473733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2205880891752473733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-post-of-year-offically.html' title='Last post of the year [offically]'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TR3fIP9Au8I/AAAAAAAAA0s/dMUUM-64GB0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1863252048542855350</id><published>2010-12-29T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:34:56.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life at the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-oyWHVyI/AAAAAAAAA0k/GWAX8Z2WwSI/s1600/Photo0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556103435721856802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-oyWHVyI/AAAAAAAAA0k/GWAX8Z2WwSI/s320/Photo0170.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my one and only mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-nrcYOUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/D1hTYm7ZWyU/s1600/photo0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556103416689211714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-nrcYOUI/AAAAAAAAA0c/D1hTYm7ZWyU/s320/photo0164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waiting for the bowling lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-nT2WikI/AAAAAAAAA0U/qtyPHqnFGzY/s1600/27122010649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556103410355702338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-nT2WikI/AAAAAAAAA0U/qtyPHqnFGzY/s320/27122010649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my partner in crime to camwhoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-nNIBhFI/AAAAAAAAA0M/PHNRZxaub_U/s1600/27122010628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556103408550773842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-nNIBhFI/AAAAAAAAA0M/PHNRZxaub_U/s320/27122010628.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and safi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-mzDROMI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yaaqwSc7-sc/s1600/Photo0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556103401551509698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-mzDROMI/AAAAAAAAA0E/yaaqwSc7-sc/s320/Photo0217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last lap of the year 2010. Maybe my last post? perhaps. 2010 is a gud year. I learn soo much that i think i can make an encyclopedia. haha.. lame much eh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shud i be thinking about my new year resolution? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Naaah... I'll go along well just not preparing... true? haha. It seems that my cyber space life too has been decreasing. Haaaaizzz...... its boring nowadays.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actually do have lots n lots of things to say that i have nothing to say at this moment. Go figure. Maybe its the attachment jinx.. hahahha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh hey left 11weeks! counting down to the last week and i'll be free... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok maybe i'm done. heh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take care folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;¬even though im lonely.. i have to mve on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4035489391914007084-1863252048542855350?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1863252048542855350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1863252048542855350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1863252048542855350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1863252048542855350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-one-and-only-mum-waiting-for-bowling.html' title='my life at the moment'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TRs-oyWHVyI/AAAAAAAAA0k/GWAX8Z2WwSI/s72-c/Photo0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-4451905973100318530</id><published>2010-12-04T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T10:27:22.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December boo's</title><content type='html'>I'm giving a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;middle finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up to december.&lt;br /&gt;Spending this whole month at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;. How awsome. &lt;strong&gt;NOT!&lt;/strong&gt; All this nonsesne will soon end in the month of &lt;em&gt;march&lt;/em&gt;. Now that's awsome. But..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; it means that i'm no longer in ITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sadness...&lt;br /&gt;Does any &lt;em&gt;headlines&lt;/em&gt; that i'm tellin u is alwaes not a good one? it looks like it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is &lt;strong&gt;bullshit&lt;/strong&gt; now. I dun give a damn to anithin. I dun bother. &lt;strong&gt;Wat is there to bother if no one is giving notice that i'm actually there. Right?&lt;/strong&gt; Soo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*middle finger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to work and &lt;strong&gt;not to stay home&lt;/strong&gt;. Again i dun bother stayin' at home. Juz craps.&lt;br /&gt;From wat i noe, my life is painted with the words &lt;strong&gt;'I'M ALONE SO WHAT?!' &lt;/strong&gt;. Yeap, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy from my point of view. Oh well, so wat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one wants to listen to wat i say. dun bother hw i feel. Its their MF buisness. *middle finger*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work now and i'm blogging. heh. saturday. Not much ppl in the office.&lt;br /&gt;ok my hand has this long scratches i did last nite when suddenly i go crazy. heh.. Go die lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~*middle fingger* i dunnoe u.. so STFU you MF &amp;amp;  stay away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-4451905973100318530?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/4451905973100318530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=4451905973100318530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4451905973100318530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4451905973100318530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-boos.html' title='December boo&apos;s'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-4918513272864951007</id><published>2010-11-03T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T01:20:17.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyers annoy me. PERIOD.</title><content type='html'>I assume that &lt;em&gt;fatigueness&lt;/em&gt; that cause this emotional nonsense. Guess wat, i shed a tear in the train while i was standing near the door. &lt;strong&gt;I got no intention of creating attention&lt;/strong&gt;, i swear. I just unable to hold back my tear. That feeling of &lt;strong&gt;punching&lt;/strong&gt; sumone with my fist is at the tip of my patience chart. Why must all these people annoy me? Ok, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im gonna admit and be straight forward now that i'm showing u my two face whenever im around u annoyers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, one of the annoyers annoys me coz he/she is such an ass to his/her ass. He/she ever told me that the feeling was mutual. In the end i noticed, &lt;strong&gt;ure such a chicken and a jerk to tell the truth.&lt;/strong&gt; So much of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being truthful to urself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, annoyer. Go and knock that hell's door la u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one other such annoyer, having this.. " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the-pitty-eyed-b****-with-issues&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" symptom. Suprised me with ur attitude at the beginning till now. Whoa.. shouldn't have recomended u  to &lt;em&gt;'them'&lt;/em&gt; to be in an "&lt;em&gt;anonymous&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;grp&lt;/em&gt;". [&lt;strong&gt;For me to noe for u to find out&lt;/strong&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;He/she being such an a**h*** in the social networks. u too, can go and knock that hell's door with the previous he/she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last final annoyer is just simply annoying coz he/she thinks that he/she is the only one who knows everything. Not that i dun accept your help but.. just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop being a "u noe everything smart aleck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ok? thank you. Much appreciated in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok all done. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERIOD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz hope they stop being so annoying like s***.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~dont bother the lioness if she doesn't want to be disturbed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-4918513272864951007?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/4918513272864951007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=4918513272864951007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4918513272864951007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4918513272864951007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/11/annoyers-annoy-me-period.html' title='Annoyers annoy me. PERIOD.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2225409137495136821</id><published>2010-11-01T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T10:47:43.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lighter heart = a better life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TM4hcXBKwfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qr_ElDXg4Ig/s1600/FREE__by_Espador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534397763183886834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TM4hcXBKwfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qr_ElDXg4Ig/s320/FREE__by_Espador.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;November is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Isit me or the time past &lt;em&gt;110km/h&lt;/em&gt;? Ok exaggerating.  haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gone thru &lt;strong&gt;a week of attachment&lt;/strong&gt; at Hotel and believe me, there's still space for me in that panda section at s'pore zoo. &lt;strong&gt;F-ing&lt;/strong&gt; tired la. Ystdy was my off day. I have to work for 6 days per week, with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a day off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;em&gt;Great&lt;/em&gt;" ryte... I'm still adapting myself with the working environment. I still have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5mnths and 2 weeks to go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; O.O   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Die.. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These weeks ain't easy. I'd be lying that nothing came up or i'm all fyne. I was in a burn up stage and i couldn't take it anymore. &lt;strong&gt;That lava that i kept for god noes how long erupted afew days ago. &lt;/strong&gt;It was all fyne at work. But after i came home, in my room, i kneeled and cry. &lt;strong&gt;Emo shits flooded my twitter and tumblr&lt;/strong&gt;. Finally, someone hear's me at twitter and God bless &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;myrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We talked on the phone for an hour plus. I told her everything. She advised me. After everything, i came to realise that my solution to all these &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mayhem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i created was wrong. Advise was taken to note. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thank myrah for everything. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On saturday, was the seniors meeting cum catch-up for drama. no i didn't go for my drama class but my heart will still be there. Working was what restrained me from going. Many many topics was being brought out about the drama club. Come to think of it.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRAMA CLUB = GLEE CLUB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha sumhw the same. Yea.. i realised the seniors hadn't had this much fun in &lt;strong&gt;ages&lt;/strong&gt;. we have fun truck loads! &lt;em&gt;*hugs for every seniors* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when its&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;time to part, it was the hardest thing to do evry single time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Me and ezaty will be heading to kembangan, safi going home, mus and atiqah dating. so yea.. I dunnoe what was the convo starter btwn me and ezaty, but it &lt;em&gt;lead to hearing out my inner heart talking&lt;/em&gt;. She heard everything from. &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;/strong&gt; From &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;capital 'A' to capital 'Z'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; From our convos, i discovered that i wasn't alone. Mayb i had this talk coz god wants me to let it all out and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bring&lt;/span&gt; in the new in my life.&lt;/strong&gt; Well, its gonna take baby steps though. Ezaty gave me various solutions and worked things out with me. &lt;strong&gt;I came to realise that i can do 'this' on my own and my own will. But its up to me to be brave to jump or not.&lt;/strong&gt; With much love and sincerity, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thanks ezaty. :D for everything too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If u ask me if have good frens.. I would answer &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea, I do have nice frens to be with. I'm hapie that i have them. :D *smiles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~loving u guys till eternity &lt;33&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2225409137495136821?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2225409137495136821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2225409137495136821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2225409137495136821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2225409137495136821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/11/lighter-heart-better-life.html' title='a lighter heart = a better life'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TM4hcXBKwfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/qr_ElDXg4Ig/s72-c/FREE__by_Espador.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1369937434907116237</id><published>2010-10-19T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:06:04.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok here i am peek a boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta da!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me back from... from... sumwhere :D   -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a&lt;em&gt; looong&lt;/em&gt; time since i rant in me blog and missing it. Eh talking bout it, i just love &lt;strong&gt;the feeling&lt;/strong&gt; of blogging. It's like watever i couldn't speak verbally, i type it out virtually and the feel of relief is just soo there. I dunnoe for others but i prefer long blogging. &lt;strong&gt;It's like you go back to your roots and write your composition but instead this is how you express yourself more.&lt;/strong&gt; Come to think of it... i miss composition. Hahaha.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ironic..&lt;/span&gt; i used to whine everytime my english teacher gave the whole class english assignment and had to complete like 1000+ words. but now.. whoa... stephenie myers move aside! i wanna make a novel too!! like.. i know ryte!! &lt;strong&gt;IRONIC!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. but.. [ohboy here comes her "buts.."] i have to &lt;strong&gt;apologize&lt;/strong&gt; to whoever reading my blog. It seems that i have an "&lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt;" blog. Always ranting about how sad my life would be with all those &lt;strong&gt;BGR&lt;/strong&gt; probs and all. heh.. wat did u expect? im growing up lar dey.. this thing has been &lt;strong&gt;created when i was in sec 5..&lt;/strong&gt; don't believe? see my archieves.. but i do have an older blog... and that blog is worst. lols! my "&lt;em&gt;anak2 abu&lt;/em&gt;" years.. hehe i dun even wanna show u guys. that blog was when i got serious emotional probs, met my first bf, my first "nonsense cat fight", etc.. u dun wanna noe.. lol. well i dun sae that this blog's better but.. at least this blog has a realistic story. It's soo "&lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;" till there's ever once i blogged, my fren would read it and he cried. I swear. only that time uh i was really into the story and trying to express myself so much coz i wasn't able to tell it to anyone how depressed and sad i was inside. It was around october or november last year i guess? ok go see archives oryte? hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another kind of blog. &lt;strong&gt;tumblr&lt;/strong&gt;. its a different sort than blogger. in my opinion... &lt;strong&gt;i like both ways.&lt;/strong&gt; hahas. as long as my expression is being expressed. hahaha whoa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dokie.. till here.. i will write in soon, hopefully. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~much loves to my frens :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1369937434907116237?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1369937434907116237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1369937434907116237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1369937434907116237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1369937434907116237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/10/ok-here-i-am-peek-boo.html' title='ok here i am peek a boo!'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8399064193177728166</id><published>2010-10-13T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:05:28.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i need this now?</title><content type='html'>Back from tumblr-ing. Hmm.. i think i gt the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell ya that i finally bought a new phone for myself!! Nokia X3. oh yeah.... :D&lt;br /&gt;i gone crazy bout it. haha. just 2 days old. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss drama.&lt;br /&gt;I miss ite life.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my heels.&lt;br /&gt;I miss freedom.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being young.&lt;br /&gt;I miss smiling.&lt;br /&gt;I miss love.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hugz.&lt;br /&gt;I miss kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I miss interlocking of fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~why ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8399064193177728166?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8399064193177728166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8399064193177728166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8399064193177728166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8399064193177728166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-i-need-this-now.html' title='do i need this now?'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6572496932671806242</id><published>2010-10-02T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:59:53.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surviving eh?</title><content type='html'>I think no one does really update animore or does blogger just gonna disappear and &lt;em&gt;tumblr&lt;/em&gt; taking over? Hmm.. im gonna blog aniwae so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back from shanghai a few days back.. well.. the 2 days after i came back i swear the jet lagg is taking over me like hell.. Headache was terrible. Well by now its ok luh..&lt;br /&gt;Talk about shanghai... hmm.. its ok luh.. But theres afew things im glad about living in singapore.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proper Hygenine, Proper understandings of traffic signals and the queueing line is bearable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hehs.. so u sumwhat understand of wat im gonna say about them? hehs :D&lt;br /&gt;We shopped till like there's no tmrw. Well duh we onli have 5 days there. -.- Stuff there are able to bargain up to the lowest prices u can even think of! Like from 120reminbi, u can bragain up till 40 reminbi which is equivilant to 8 dollars singapore for a branded shirt like &lt;strong&gt;FRED PERRY&lt;/strong&gt;. Im serious! :D&lt;br /&gt;I bought mua a red one and for sis too! I bought lots and lots of stuff there.. well mainly for aunties and uncles and cuzzies.. family mua too has gifts.. its worth it la... &lt;strong&gt;WHEN U GO TO THE BARGAINABLE PLACES..&lt;/strong&gt; not the high end shops in the city ok to correct u. so dun misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Took loads of pics but lazy to upload it here. mayb i will or not.. depends. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;ok i think thats it for shanghai i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ermm, me?&lt;br /&gt;I've been day dreaming alot.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I didn't understand what i did to my heart till it didn't understand the meaning of love animore though i think it still exsisted in my life dictionary..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hmm. Complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Well, mayb i'm thinking too much. [i never think its to much to say its too much -.-] Anw, i guess wat happen between me and &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; got to do with all these. He did to me thrice about this. Haiz. love is complicated huh. im still &lt;strong&gt;unsure his motive of doing so.&lt;/strong&gt; My faith towards him has just slowly &lt;strong&gt;depleting&lt;/strong&gt; from my mind and heart. So many chances i gave and this is how he repays me? I don't even think he treats me with that respect that every girl shud have. [ oh now then u realise huh &lt;strong&gt;after all those things he does to u &lt;/strong&gt;dear nabilah.. tsk tsk ] haiz.. what can i do.. let alone regret.&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure still if, by so called block him from viewing my FB acc helps me to forget him. Plus, i deleted his number from my phone as well as his msgs a day before hari raya. I just cant do, when his image stuck to my mind like a tattoo. jeeesh this sucks. Let me have time to get over him. Its hard yes. I'm trying my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been just using that mask over and over again when it comes to him...&lt;/strong&gt; I swear &lt;strong&gt;he still doesn't know me for me&lt;/strong&gt;. No one ever. But someone did try before.. but... couldn't really get near. Too bad.. his my past too anw.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering....... when can i get someone who will be &lt;strong&gt;brave enuf to take that mask away&lt;/strong&gt; from my face and see me for me. Im waiting..       will it even gonna happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIZZZ... sorry i typed it out so long, i shud be writing a book by now.. I juz had to let it all out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~my heart gets weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6572496932671806242?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6572496932671806242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6572496932671806242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6572496932671806242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6572496932671806242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/10/surviving-eh.html' title='surviving eh?'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8266771024355875259</id><published>2010-09-13T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:46:30.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY RAYA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4PBmu9kDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/2aXnLwgYYBE/s1600/r-eyes+on+u.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516363113827242034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4PBmu9kDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/2aXnLwgYYBE/s320/r-eyes+on+u.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4NAPvLofI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Bcpmw84t5Fg/s1600/animated.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Humans!! I love my 19! haha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari raya was awsome and it was collaborated with my bdae! heee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought myself a present on my bdae which is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEZAIRI SEZALI ALBUM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i'm currently hearing his songs!! He took my heart away with every song that he sings especially in the song &lt;strong&gt;"matahari" &lt;/strong&gt;. I was smiling oh so widely n blushing too!! soo sweet lah.. its as if it was for me.. awww.. :P [let me live in cloud 9 for a moment la can ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4K8MVC19I/AAAAAAAAAzg/uIT6TQG88yo/s1600/take-two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516358622793357266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4K8MVC19I/AAAAAAAAAzg/uIT6TQG88yo/s320/take-two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh!! and my uncle gave me this ipod shuffle!! awsome kn!!!! i have &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the PINK ONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;weee!!! *dancing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe my step towards being old isnt so bad after all :P heheh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4KqNeZ1dI/AAAAAAAAAzY/A7Xanw8JzCQ/s1600/shuffle_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516358313863402962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4KqNeZ1dI/AAAAAAAAAzY/A7Xanw8JzCQ/s320/shuffle_hero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehehe sezairi again.. cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4KphmdGSI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4Oz7z9ppHmk/s1600/c547e41791a32172_P1030796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516358302086011170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4KphmdGSI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/4Oz7z9ppHmk/s320/c547e41791a32172_P1030796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all that wish me on my bdae and raya.. i thank you all. I appreciate you guys alot. I remember that on one day i went out with the drama peeps for break-fast they wished me hapie bdae in the&lt;strong&gt; middle of geylang!!!&lt;/strong&gt; haha i paisey but.. its fun.. haha i ran away.. lol thanks guys for letting &lt;em&gt;geylangers&lt;/em&gt; noe me. hahaha popular kejap. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO... now.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm gonna smile my way thru this year insyaallah.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~a women and a man..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4KpaCuF8I/AAAAAAAAAzI/lcxspFM4RbA/s1600/shuffle_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8266771024355875259?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8266771024355875259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8266771024355875259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8266771024355875259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8266771024355875259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-birthday-raya.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY RAYA!'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TI4PBmu9kDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/2aXnLwgYYBE/s72-c/r-eyes+on+u.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8109820154887035829</id><published>2010-09-07T07:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T07:44:27.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is 'me' in u?</title><content type='html'>What can i do if u are not responding to me? I'm as &lt;em&gt;similar&lt;/em&gt; to a &lt;strong&gt;zombie walking aimlessly on this earth&lt;/strong&gt;. If i could have the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;power&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to read your mind, i &lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trying the best i could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be in &lt;strong&gt;ur shoes&lt;/strong&gt;, but yet again.. &lt;strong&gt;i was&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;turned down&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that there will be &lt;strong&gt;one day &lt;/strong&gt;u'll see me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not even trying to put on ur shoes and walk around with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. That day will be, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where all the things will fall apart and i wouldn't be the one catching it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not animore. That day will be, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when i'm going the opposite direction from where u are going&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; That day will be, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where all the diamonds escaping from my eyes and falling down onto this earth&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; That day will be, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the end of u and me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still time now to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all of that. Just give me that &lt;strong&gt;moment&lt;/strong&gt; and tell me that u'll change it for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't mention 'hope' coz when 'hope' is given, and that change &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;has yet to be done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it will be then not called as 'hope' but a &lt;strong&gt;false hope. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you gonna change it? &lt;em&gt;Or is this things that i'm saying is gonna be true&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Ur Choice. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~never say never..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8109820154887035829?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8109820154887035829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8109820154887035829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8109820154887035829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8109820154887035829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-is-me-in-u.html' title='where is &apos;me&apos; in u?'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-4627355211137912762</id><published>2010-09-03T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T17:04:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's crazy.</title><content type='html'>I've gone &lt;strong&gt;MAD! &lt;/strong&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;If my random actions are not to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stopped&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now!.. If not, it's gonna be the end of my life. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nurul Nabilah Bte Mohd Yazid! stop it okeh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did sumthin awfully terrible and nonsense and random this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I looked myself in the bathroom mirror. I mess around with my hair before a shower. &lt;strong&gt;The anger that is still within me stays eventhough the misunderstandings was yesterday nite. I dunnoe wat's gotten into me. I saw the scissors on the shelf. I took it. Without thinking, I chopped off my frinch. Just like that. A short bangs i have now. Its ugly, yes. &lt;/strong&gt;But i felt relived and sorrie for myself after that. Sorrie coz raya will be next week and i wont be pretty like everybody else. Haiz. There. Told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time i did this. And both incidents are in the &lt;strong&gt;morning&lt;/strong&gt;. I dunnoe if its &lt;em&gt;coincidence&lt;/em&gt; or just me. I've gone mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to plead.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Can all these people don't cause me do such ridiculous things? please... Tears were no more to waste coz this just too hurtful for me to describe the pain of the opened wound you've caused to me.. Not once, not twice but the third time. What do you want from me?! what?! TELL ME!! tell me...... please.... *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What did i do wrong that i rendered my heart to you.. a third chance of rendering. WHATS WRONG WITH THAT HUH?!! What are u not happy about??!! WHAT DID YOU WANT?!!! You don't proclaim that you noe how to touch a girl.. I won't be like this if u did. Thanks... i noe YOU wont say ure sorry. Just go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~If you're done with your show.. just leave.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-4627355211137912762?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/4627355211137912762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=4627355211137912762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4627355211137912762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4627355211137912762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/09/shes-crazy.html' title='She&apos;s crazy.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-960027955695517042</id><published>2010-09-02T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T10:19:37.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mOrning!! At school..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TH8H5zQxPiI/AAAAAAAAAzA/YJBxQYMrL_M/s1600/295105v9pec0ahoi.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512133158519258658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TH8H5zQxPiI/AAAAAAAAAzA/YJBxQYMrL_M/s320/295105v9pec0ahoi.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the quote of the day.. I will remind myself these words to protect my heart from heartbreakers in the near future.  hehehs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~now then u answer me...? its been soo long...&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/4035489391914007084-960027955695517042?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/960027955695517042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=960027955695517042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/960027955695517042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/960027955695517042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/09/morning-at-school.html' title='mOrning!! At school..'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TH8H5zQxPiI/AAAAAAAAAzA/YJBxQYMrL_M/s72-c/295105v9pec0ahoi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2386373547717255943</id><published>2010-09-01T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:30:13.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back from lost world</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Im back&lt;/strong&gt; from the donkey months i've nt been able to post anything in my blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And from that word describes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And that person is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY LIFE HAD BEEN BUSY SINCE THE LAST TIME I KNEW THE WORD EXISTED LA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -.-  ok frustration. pffft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots and lots and lots of things happen in august and i'm getting lost. But i know.. &lt;strong&gt;JULY sucks&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had &lt;strong&gt;YOG&lt;/strong&gt; during aug and &lt;strong&gt;started werk&lt;/strong&gt; in aug and &lt;strong&gt;fasting mnth&lt;/strong&gt; in aug and i &lt;strong&gt;fell sick&lt;/strong&gt; in aug. The sole cause of this sickness is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;busyness of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I &lt;em&gt;longed&lt;/em&gt; for a vacation. heee.. and im gonna have one!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A trip to shanghai!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wooooo!! in sept during raya.. Which is a bummer. -.- And raya &lt;strong&gt;will be in a weeks time&lt;/strong&gt;.. God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Raya.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Birthday is coming...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES MY BIRTHDAY IS ON THE FERST DAY OF RAYA AND IM NT EXCITED ABT IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ok maybe &lt;em&gt;50%.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;threatened&lt;/em&gt; by frens on raya nite they are gonna come down to my hse n god noes wat they're gonna do.. *&lt;em&gt;praying n hoping its nt gonna happen&lt;/em&gt;* oh.. N not to forget... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M GETTING OLDER!!!!! WTH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; its nt sumthing ure supposed to be excited about ya noe. At this point of age.. its &lt;em&gt;scares me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;ALOT!&lt;/strong&gt; I can count with my ten fingers to how many more years before im &lt;strong&gt;gonna get married and have a family and carrier and omg!!! my life of enjoying ended!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; My research has shown that &lt;strong&gt;i'm the only one&lt;/strong&gt; among the people i noe who is paranoid about getting old. &lt;em&gt;Jeeesh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people... when ure old, u cnt enjoy. When ure old, u cnt jump ard like some monkey. When ure old, u cnt be cute. [&lt;em&gt;heee heee&lt;/em&gt;]. When ure old, u cnt be young again la! Precisely!! Cn ppl see my &lt;em&gt;dilema &lt;/em&gt;here.. ???&lt;br /&gt;So let me... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM GONNA BE OLD!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ok.. da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Be truthful to urself. Dun live in denial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2386373547717255943?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2386373547717255943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2386373547717255943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2386373547717255943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2386373547717255943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/09/welcome-back-from-lost-world.html' title='Welcome back from lost world'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1814054168113959809</id><published>2010-07-15T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:52:50.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching eclipse todae. Later at 4 pm... i seriously dunnoe where to put my water face... i shud be already done watching that movie... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again u slept without telling me. Why must u alwaes MIA. :(  sadness.. I miss u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ sorrie if i did hurt u...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1814054168113959809?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1814054168113959809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1814054168113959809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1814054168113959809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1814054168113959809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-watching-eclipse-todae.html' title=''/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6050729940806283138</id><published>2010-07-08T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:51:32.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhmm.. me?</title><content type='html'>Okae a day in school this week is like sumwhere i've never imagine. I seriously prayed hard every morning that everything will go well today and hope that nothing will happen to me. I think i'm too paranoid uh.. &lt;strong&gt;PARANOIA!!&lt;/strong&gt; I swear i hate walking past a group of guys regardless watever race they are. Ok my nitemare came true. I told myself tat i'm safe in a way that im not schooling ite simei to have to walk pass soo many people in school that then i'm in clementi.. But now... I'm Cck campus... the thought and have to be around 80,000 students or so is.. just killing me inside.. I may look ok but i swear  my heart races everytime i step out of the classroom. Paranoid paranoid. I feel like sumthin's not ok with my hair, uniform, shoes, bag.. Practically &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;of me. -.- Ok nevermind im  trying my best to reverse psychology my own brain to get over with this inferiority complex that i'm facing and its gonna be only 2 mnths i'll be in this big campus in the west. Fuhh.. kay.. yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, i came in class today and was already "spotted" by my teacher that i'm not wearing my heels whereas i'm wearing my sneakers. haha. Early in the morning. She told me to put on proper attire and told the class that tmrw will be having a spot check on grooming. Great. My shoes are killing me la. Eyy its not easy walking around this massive skul with that heels. Cursed n swear sia. Anw, today had PE soo.. haha i dun bother laaa... ahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok better go now.. next class :p&lt;br /&gt;see you guys soon :(&lt;br /&gt;I love u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~see me later kay wolfy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6050729940806283138?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6050729940806283138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6050729940806283138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6050729940806283138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6050729940806283138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/07/uhmm-me.html' title='Uhmm.. me?'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-45075685843482751</id><published>2010-06-28T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:14:08.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back and it aint tellin u the truth</title><content type='html'>Humans!! I'm back blogging todae!&lt;div&gt;Comp was being attacked by those&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;trojan virusus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and offically its condamn and im unable to blog.. :( My hands are &lt;i&gt;itchin&lt;/i&gt;' to blog like almost every single day of my life.&lt;i&gt; PFFFT~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drama camp on &lt;b&gt;24th n 25th june&lt;/b&gt; was super &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;awsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; even though theres&lt;i&gt; technical glitches&lt;/i&gt; like &lt;b&gt;me being sick&lt;/b&gt; n loosing my voice. -.- [my voice was like a chipmunk until todae -.-] as well as &lt;i&gt;emotional breakdowns&lt;/i&gt; due to miscommunications during camp. I didn't go on the ferst day of camp itself coz &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"my mummy won't let me coz i'm sick"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Urgh!! stupid flu bug..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Campfire was... different.. lets just put that way alryte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. For me to noe for u to find out. Amazing race was.. &lt;i&gt;"amazing&lt;/i&gt;". The rain was.. spoiling our moods. Haahah.. My cough was.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;getting in my way to shout n scream n jump n have fun :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; But with a stone like head [kepale batu] i went for camp and i like it alot. hahas.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NO MORE CAMPS PLEASE DRAMA..     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                   hahahah~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a &lt;i&gt;fren&lt;/i&gt; whom i think is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fickled minder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that irritates me. Juz remind me to &lt;i&gt;f&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;orget&lt;/i&gt; about u again okeh? I wish i could &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;smack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that person on the head. !@@$#$@#$^%^%$^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have another &lt;i&gt;fren&lt;/i&gt; whom i consider as someone who is &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;very intelligent and different&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. But that fren of mine can sumtimes not realise that he/she is not alone. I'm here for u ryte? I will still layan ur &lt;i&gt;quirky&lt;/i&gt; facts u randomly tell me that sumtimes people may think its sooo random n dun bother to talk to u. To me &lt;b&gt;the beauty of randomness is wonderful. &lt;/b&gt;It is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, i would like to verify sumthin to u.. &lt;b&gt;Do u even see me? Am i invisible? I would like to noe if i could :)&lt;/b&gt; i will accept watever the reason to it. If i dun.. i will find a way to forget the past and &lt;i&gt;forgive u&lt;/i&gt; kay.. &lt;b&gt;i will smile whenever u smile too :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~I'm tryin' to be perfect, tryin' not to let u down. Honesty is honestly the hardest thing for me ryte now. The floors underneath our are rumbling, the walls we built together tumbling. I'm still standin' here holding on the roof.. coz it's easier then tellin' the truth...&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/4035489391914007084-45075685843482751?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/45075685843482751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=45075685843482751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/45075685843482751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/45075685843482751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-and-it-aint-tellin-u-truth.html' title='back and it aint tellin u the truth'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3103901200389589538</id><published>2010-06-06T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:06:57.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In cinema soon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TAu3_cbOFdI/AAAAAAAAAyw/otjNzBGADbI/s1600/3270812542_d645844a8c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479675672216344018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TAu3_cbOFdI/AAAAAAAAAyw/otjNzBGADbI/s320/3270812542_d645844a8c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TAu3-qCDhHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/iKAo0UPdcaY/s1600/eclipse_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479675658689021042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TAu3-qCDhHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/iKAo0UPdcaY/s320/eclipse_movie_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TAu3-SmldrI/AAAAAAAAAyg/6PXZUSgQVZs/s1600/Eclipse-Fan-Made.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479675652399789746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TAu3-SmldrI/AAAAAAAAAyg/6PXZUSgQVZs/s320/Eclipse-Fan-Made.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEEN ECLIPSE TRAILER ON CHANNEL 5 AT 7.10PM AND ITS AWSOME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm soo gonna watch eclipse laaaa.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;must must must watch!!!&lt;/span&gt; :D heeee..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always had fun outing with my drama oh~la~la family.. i miss them so dearly every week.. yesterdaywas one of those days.. :) super love them all.. *Hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~i'm faking it aren't i..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-3103901200389589538?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3103901200389589538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3103901200389589538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3103901200389589538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3103901200389589538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-cinema-soon.html' title='In cinema soon!'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/TAu3_cbOFdI/AAAAAAAAAyw/otjNzBGADbI/s72-c/3270812542_d645844a8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1344993120256438219</id><published>2010-06-02T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:18:30.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cramming my head but now it's jammed</title><content type='html'>Cramming all the shits in my brain. &lt;strong&gt;Camp, Exams, Projects &amp;amp; YOG..&lt;/strong&gt; Great.. now my brain &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jammed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I ever wonder, am i enjoying all tis? &lt;em&gt;hell yeah i am!&lt;/em&gt; haha.. &lt;strong&gt;IRONIC&lt;/strong&gt;. But i dun like it when the stress juz &lt;em&gt;ticks&lt;/em&gt; off my &lt;strong&gt;angermometer&lt;/strong&gt; whenever sumthin goes wrong and all the shits and &lt;em&gt;bitching&lt;/em&gt; come exploding out like &lt;strong&gt;volcano&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Super IRONIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im terribly confused. *&lt;em&gt;head shaking&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u think i need a &lt;em&gt;Psychiatrist&lt;/em&gt;? I got some serious issues with myself. I just can't get rid of the &lt;strong&gt;habbit&lt;/strong&gt; of looking at my reflection anywhere i go and say this, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i'm so fat, i'm not pretty. i dun like my legs. eee.. im so ugly..". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sometimes its very &lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt; of me saying tis. I can't kick the habbit! :( but its the.. fact.. and the &lt;strong&gt;truth hurts.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?... can i be cured? Help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This has been going on daily.. Im sick n tired of being tis way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A thought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everytime i remember those memories about being around u, i got the sudden warmth and i wish we still had it. But the warmth had turn into ice cold sharp icicles when the flashback of u stabbing my heart with it just shatters the memories. Sumhow i asked myself, why did u still talk to me? I dun mind having u in my life back but dun u find it abit different? I did. We used to break the awkward silence by giving each other jokes that just left us with a tummy ache cause by laughters. But now, the awkward silence is just... awkward. What are u really thinking.. Can u share it with me? I'm willing to listen. I've always did even before ure no longer mine. Well, i presume it's gonna be tougher now coz we no longer talk tat much. I dun mind. But sometimes.. i have to tell u tis.. i did miss u. haiz. U'll just be in my memories. alryte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~im just gonna sit and stare out to the sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1344993120256438219?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1344993120256438219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1344993120256438219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1344993120256438219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1344993120256438219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/06/cramming-my-head-but-now-its-jammed.html' title='cramming my head but now it&apos;s jammed'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6367245646598604728</id><published>2010-05-26T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:56:14.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity pull me back</title><content type='html'>I close my eyes and wish i would be sumwhere else far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me there now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6367245646598604728?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6367245646598604728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6367245646598604728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6367245646598604728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6367245646598604728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/05/gravity-pull-me-back.html' title='Gravity pull me back'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-4227302008440825567</id><published>2010-05-23T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:43:49.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU PLAYED WITH MY HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4mzfUSscyE&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/q4mzfUSscyE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bilah penat.. Bilah penat sangat2.. :'( Thank u for the time spent. But u did this to me. thanks eh fren. Broken.. again. im nothing in ur eyes. i noe. go ahead. a sudden change of heart makes me to change my mind. i dun feel like trusting u animore. go away..... byebye... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ u lie to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-4227302008440825567?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/4227302008440825567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=4227302008440825567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4227302008440825567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4227302008440825567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-played-with-my-heart.html' title='YOU PLAYED WITH MY HEART'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2946405658916763588</id><published>2010-05-20T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:40:04.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS-ing mode.</title><content type='html'>Isit me or tis world is getting on my nerves for the past few daes?&lt;br /&gt;I think it's &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;PMS&lt;/strong&gt;.  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept &lt;strong&gt;telling/seeing/critisizing&lt;/strong&gt; myself whenever i look at the &lt;em&gt;mirror&lt;/em&gt;. No doubts my classmates got &lt;strong&gt;irritated&lt;/strong&gt; by my critisism. [Gee.. i gt issues..] But i cn't help it. &lt;strong&gt;I do look "ugly" and Im f-ing big&lt;/strong&gt;. I "&lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt;" everything. But it all comes crashing and i still ended up being.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. humph. So much &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of proving to ppl u could be nicer figured bilah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got soo depressed yesterday in the afternoon that i was actually in &lt;strong&gt;tears&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;train&lt;/strong&gt;. The train was superly pack with humans, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;like sardines in a can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but i got to the &lt;em&gt;perfect isolation corner&lt;/em&gt; near the MRT doors to isolate myself. I was &lt;em&gt;ear polluting&lt;/em&gt; with my headphones on.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SERIOUS ISOLATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I look out the window and see the world pass by me.. My head were around the world too thinking about the &lt;strong&gt;negative&lt;/strong&gt; of myself. Giving every reason why i was in tears. Plus, i found reasons why "&lt;em&gt;humans&lt;/em&gt;" react to me in a way. I dun bother if humans were looking at me being all emo at one corner. &lt;strong&gt;Mind Your Own Business. &lt;/strong&gt;I felt super depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; i could go back in time and give my past lovers a proper me to be with. Meaning.. &lt;strong&gt;I would rather have a nicer looking me with better figure, better eyesight, better characteristics etc. and my heart was given to that nicer me.&lt;/strong&gt; Propably by doing so they &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wouldnt break my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. [ that was i was thinking]   &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... that.. would be soo &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;plastic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if u were think back again. Ryte? &lt;strong&gt;There is no such thing as being the perfect human in this world.&lt;/strong&gt; So i scrap that thought..&lt;br /&gt;Another thought was, what have i gone wrong in my &lt;em&gt;education&lt;/em&gt; life that i've not yet be somebody. I noe there must be sumthin i didnt do that i'm not going anywhere but be... &lt;em&gt;blur like sotong&lt;/em&gt;. Haiz.. i want to achieve somethin too.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Final thought was, i was soooooo &lt;strong&gt;jealous&lt;/strong&gt; of seeing gurls wearing tudung. They are&lt;strong&gt; soo pretty and ironicly&lt;/strong&gt;, they have a "&lt;em&gt;decent&lt;/em&gt;" looking guy that was head over heels for them. I told myself this, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" do i need to wear tudung to get a guy???" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wtf.. &lt;strong&gt;if my morals arent that properly shown, what in the world for i put on the tudung? Am i ryte or am i ryte?&lt;/strong&gt; Plus, i does not mean that those gurls wearing tudung are all gud.. I ever hear them saying "babi", "mepek siak nie bende" , "nenek kau lah!" in a shop in Tampines. When i turn and look around whom i thought was minah reps.. &lt;strong&gt;I WAS WRONG..&lt;/strong&gt; they were &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; minah tudungs. Humph.. yes.. minah.. no offence but yea... Soo wasted.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks can  be decieving huh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. i ended my emo mode in the train after i met Mus. I jus dunwan to be emo around my frens. But sumtimes... It jus.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"appear".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. i better get going doing my projects. &lt;strong&gt;BZ BZ week ahead next week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUH YA.. SEE DRAMA OH LA LA FAMILY ON SAT FOR THE PLAN YEA.. muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Guys can have every girl's possesion.. But they can never have their heart sincerely. When the girl is sincere, She means it. No doubts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2946405658916763588?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2946405658916763588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2946405658916763588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2946405658916763588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2946405658916763588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/05/pms-ing-mode.html' title='PMS-ing mode.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-7547051488034465422</id><published>2010-05-15T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:32:24.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do have the "hard to read face" and LOTS OF DOUBTS.</title><content type='html'>One thing having this&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "hard to read face"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is that when u dunwan anione to noe u &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; a problem, thats when it comes in &lt;strong&gt;handy&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to hide it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But the disadvantage is.. u &lt;strong&gt;can't run away&lt;/strong&gt; with the fact that u &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have a problem to solve and it will buzz around ur ear &lt;strong&gt;like a fly&lt;/strong&gt; that u just want to &lt;em&gt;shoo&lt;/em&gt; it away..&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the bottled up feelings that i had just burst into &lt;strong&gt;tears&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I dun wish to be disturbed but once in while.. i wish a friend will do to keep me by my side with a shoulder to cry on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing u my crooked smile is just a way for me to &lt;strong&gt;hide&lt;/strong&gt; that crooked sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am being reasonable.. ryte? Or... hmm.. Im not?... Kay I dunnoe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to not noe anything... Im so &lt;em&gt;blurr&lt;/em&gt; and i felt&lt;em&gt; s*****.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.. Ure ryte.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;maybe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. I'm &lt;strong&gt;trying&lt;/strong&gt; to accept the fact but.. nothing.. nothing really registers to my brain. Or isit me, the one who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want it to register on &lt;strong&gt;purpose&lt;/strong&gt;... *&lt;em&gt;head shaking&lt;/em&gt;* I think it's me.. *&lt;em&gt;head nodding&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine in "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". But... i noe... deep in ur heart, the fact of accepting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY FACT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to u is &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt;. Furthermore, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my weakness over-ruled in not only ur eyes but in others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Im sorry for that. I wish i could change so that all of ur eyes wouldn't be &lt;em&gt;sore&lt;/em&gt; from looking at somone like me. I'm sorry to even enter into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we made that i still think is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;surreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and it will alwaes be to me. Im sorry fren. &lt;strong&gt;Pretend this isn't even happening&lt;/strong&gt;. Kay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lobE-PEqRc&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/0lobE-PEqRc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4DCWptQxiM&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/w4DCWptQxiM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~sorie.. i think its a mistake... accidental.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-7547051488034465422?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/7547051488034465422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=7547051488034465422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7547051488034465422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7547051488034465422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-do-have-hard-to-read-face-and-lots-of.html' title='I do have the &quot;hard to read face&quot; and LOTS OF DOUBTS.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-845866264315943233</id><published>2010-05-09T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T23:15:08.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a game</title><content type='html'>Its going to be on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;battlefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Whether its going to be a war or a game..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Its on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *&lt;em&gt;smirks&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt; Guess me out if im the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"killer" or im the "gud citizen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", pick ur choice. But remember, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whatever choice is made will affect who i will be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Its in ur hands. *&lt;em&gt;smirks&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuld i trust u to be on my side or shud i trust those &lt;em&gt;whispers&lt;/em&gt; that told me everything about u.. hmm.. hard one..&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;third party&lt;/strong&gt; is involved and i dun like one bit.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;plan&lt;/em&gt; must be carried out n only me will noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making me &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~i'll be wondering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-845866264315943233?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/845866264315943233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=845866264315943233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/845866264315943233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/845866264315943233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-game.html' title='Its a game'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-5324193980570256640</id><published>2010-05-06T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:11:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im feeling rather not here nor there.. But why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish i could have solitude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish i could have stars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish i could run away,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a speeding race car.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like screaming,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at the top of my voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if no one can hear my screams,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dun mind losing my voice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-5324193980570256640?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/5324193980570256640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=5324193980570256640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/5324193980570256640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/5324193980570256640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/05/diam.html' title='diam.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8379039736785680265</id><published>2010-05-03T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:23:32.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilah thinking too much</title><content type='html'>Went to school todae with such tired eyes.. Went for &lt;strong&gt;cycling&lt;/strong&gt; from tamp to pasir ris park on &lt;strong&gt;Labour day&lt;/strong&gt; and had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sunburn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. pfft... den... Had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with my family [the whole uncles &amp;amp; aunts &amp;amp; cuzziens included] at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;KTM railway station &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ystdy.. i dun really knew exactly where it is but its &lt;em&gt;near vivo city&lt;/em&gt;. We all went furthur in when we're at the place. I never knew they had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mini restaurant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [more like &lt;em&gt;warong&lt;/em&gt; in malaysia ah -.-]. The whole place looked like as if im in malaysia, but without passport. haha. Seriously.. one side, its as if ure in malaysia.. on the other side, u'll see high rise flats which is in singapore.. man.. &lt;strong&gt;weird place for me.&lt;/strong&gt; haha. Overall, the whole feast was delish! &lt;strong&gt;Keropok lekor was nice!&lt;/strong&gt; We ended dinner at around 9 plus.. den all of us headed to east cost park &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mac to enjoy dessert.. I had MCFLURRY!! yumm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tasted the &lt;strong&gt;cinnamon melts&lt;/strong&gt; and its still very sweet for me. The "&lt;em&gt;grown ups"&lt;/em&gt; had discussion on the other table, while the "&lt;em&gt;kids&lt;/em&gt;" on the other.. boy was i sleepy.. but the whole place was &lt;strong&gt;crowded&lt;/strong&gt; with football fans watching the &lt;strong&gt;stupid football&lt;/strong&gt; on the tv.. sheesh..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i still dun understand on why a grp of guys chasing after a ball.. i dun understand sia.. o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moving on.................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I felt weirder today.. i felt like&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;jealousy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has over ruled me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has conquered me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has pierce thru me. Maybe its one of those monthly times.. but to think back.. nope.. i do really felt all tat today. Even laughter helped mr thru the day.. Those 3 feelings were just in me today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I hadn't had sadness for quite awhile.. anger too.. as for jealousy.. who doesn't ryte? everyone does, every single day. I felt like crying but i dun feel people shud see me doing that at this moment so i hold it back. But i couldn't hold it any longer when i heard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOJO'S song "keep on forgetting to forget about you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Damn.. a tear fell. But then, &lt;strong&gt;flashbacks started to zoom past my mind..&lt;/strong&gt; how i hate those. I suddenly remembered those &lt;strong&gt;sentences&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" ...who am i to u. how could u do this to me? wats my fault? tell me.." , " its difficult for me to let u go and its difficult for me to get the love back..." , " u are no longer in my life, i hope u could move on.. " , " u told me that ure dead.. but why did someone saw u in school all... fine?.. why??" ........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Omg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Frustrating.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im soo jealous whenever i hear or see my frens or anione talks, being with, smiling to someone special... i wanna feel tat kind of thing again.. but.. too bad.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont think it will happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whenever i smile to think what love can bring.. love too crashes me down.. i will think back how i've been hurt by them, how they hate the why i am, how ugly i felt. Haiz.. sooo sooo difficult... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm thinking too much aren't i.. hopefully i could forget about this... i just need to sleep now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ breathe in n out..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8379039736785680265?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8379039736785680265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8379039736785680265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8379039736785680265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8379039736785680265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/05/bilah-thinking-too-much.html' title='Bilah thinking too much'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-678031620072930355</id><published>2010-04-29T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T10:07:55.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick and worried</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S9jpvTnWzuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/34XK_ILAdpw/s1600/IMGP1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465375146742566626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S9jpvTnWzuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/34XK_ILAdpw/s320/IMGP1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say.. When my frens are troubled, i dun feel gud. Guilty in a sense. I wish i could help but afraid it would make things worst :/ I dunnoe how to put this but sumhw.. i need to apologize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To a fren : Me and P.A. am sorry for stressing u out. We dun mean to. We really want ur forgiveness. We will not bring up this matter animore. We promise. Just to let u noe, we both will alwaes be there for u. :) We both love our drama oh~la~la babies soo much. :) take care yea. Hugs! from the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been in ur shoes. The world just suddenly turn upside down n ur mind is all blurry and dazed and confuse and many other idioms i couldnt describe but let experience tells it all. Its as if u wanna run away from the problems and just hide behind the shadow. Your heart fell out of ur body. Ur soul just... disaappeared. Well.. rough times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again.. we are greatly sorry and we want u to take care of urself. alryte. pls.. for us.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~we all make mistakes in life..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-678031620072930355?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/678031620072930355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=678031620072930355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/678031620072930355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/678031620072930355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/04/sick-and-worried.html' title='sick and worried'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S9jpvTnWzuI/AAAAAAAAAyY/34XK_ILAdpw/s72-c/IMGP1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6937347707365629960</id><published>2010-04-25T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:35:16.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALOT OF FISH IN THE WATER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S9RS6WKYuNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Ei4v9cIf2Pc/s1600/23507_382035759372_663029372_3669818_5973592_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464083410242287826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S9RS6WKYuNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Ei4v9cIf2Pc/s320/23507_382035759372_663029372_3669818_5973592_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~A true friend stabs you in the front.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; –Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ How can you ever know who your friends are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is someone who is always there for you, with no agenda other than the friendship itself. We rely on our friends to lift us up in bad times, to keep us grounded in good times, but most importantly, to be there for us when we need nothing at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a Quote taken from a book..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..............................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes, i just dun get humans. [i say this quite alot of times in my blog] Wat do you want? seriously. I dunwan to be pissed at anyone ryte now but to clear things off..&lt;strong&gt; i dun give a damn to anything&lt;/strong&gt;. U humans just carry on doing wat ure doing, but i dun give a damn. If ure nt satisfied with my way of living, say it to me. thank u soo much. I'll appreciate it :) I'm frens with everybody and i treat everyone with equal amount of respect. Im an open person n i will be able to listen to watever u wanna throw ur s***s at me. &lt;strong&gt;Just be carefull when ur playing with fire. Dont judge a book by its cover&lt;/strong&gt;. Haiz.. [i dunlike to be in a bad mood.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hangout with drama family ystdy at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SENTOSA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n we had fun. But couldnt &lt;em&gt;torn&lt;/em&gt; with them :( sadness.. Gone home at &lt;strong&gt;8pm&lt;/strong&gt;.. super late! den rushed home before my curfew.. grr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pics.. pls proceed to my fb thx. [pemals me]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;sumpah malas nk layan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6937347707365629960?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6937347707365629960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6937347707365629960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6937347707365629960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6937347707365629960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/04/alot-of-fish-in-water.html' title='ALOT OF FISH IN THE WATER'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S9RS6WKYuNI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Ei4v9cIf2Pc/s72-c/23507_382035759372_663029372_3669818_5973592_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2769494172959362777</id><published>2010-04-22T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:44:14.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When these kind of things happens.. im stuck.</title><content type='html'>When ure stuck in between. U try to get away from that situation, but if u did get out, and nothing is solved, wouldn't it be the same as running away from ur problems? We're not supposed to be running. We're supposed to be solving. I dun like being stuck in the middle. Especially, between friends and life. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being straightforward. At this point of time for my 2nd year in ITE.. im not committed in any "heart 2 heart" relationship. Let me be jealous, irritated, sad, miss, looking at couples.. as long as im not the one who is getting heartbroken at the end of the dae, coz i noe it hurts if i am. I like being hapie go lucky single lady for now. IM SERIOUS. No offence to guys, but sumtimes, when a guy say somethin.. they don't think. Its simple to express out what u wanna say. yes. Have u ever think before u say? Let me ask u. Saying sumthn so cliche or saying words that would obviously make a girl fall for u is like a piece of cake. But it ain't gonna fool me again this time. I had my time and enuf is enuf. Oh ya.. i have to tell u tat i was pissed off by someone. i shall not say who but it spoils my day in class ystdy. grrr.... n im nt gonna chat more. stay where u are and tats it. FULLSTOP. THE END. THANK U. GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now this is wat im gonna tell guys/boys out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wGMor-8MT10&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/wGMor-8MT10&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/4035489391914007084-2769494172959362777?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2769494172959362777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2769494172959362777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2769494172959362777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2769494172959362777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-these-kind-of-things-happens-im.html' title='When these kind of things happens.. im stuck.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3167228981023200194</id><published>2010-04-18T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:44:55.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all about the balance</title><content type='html'>Drama again tmrw.. and so will the next day.. next week.. and.. u noe ah.. ya. Too dramatic huh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461471080167669538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S8sLAuR2fyI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2a4Mi5vy8dA/s320/23507_382035714372_663029372_3669810_3487464_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drama mamas has already bonded like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;super glue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Its soo hard to seperate us. Even for a few hours. We eventually will still end up together at the end of the day. Seriously. Thanx to the camp held during the hols. We even had our own &lt;em&gt;"family"&lt;/em&gt; thingy among us.. Im &lt;em&gt;'kak ngah'&lt;/em&gt; which is middle sister.. hahas. cute ah. :p Im hapie that we did bond.. &lt;strong&gt;Lovin' this batch of dramaians man.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand though.. &lt;strong&gt;somehow i felt like as if.. ive been seperated with my skul mates back in skul..&lt;/strong&gt; hmm.. I wanna &lt;strong&gt;apologize&lt;/strong&gt; to my friends if im doing so.. &lt;strong&gt;Its not i wanna forget my old frens when i get new ones on purpose.. &lt;/strong&gt;try be in my shoes.. or atiqah shoes.. we are stuck in the middle and unsure where to go. Seriously. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guilty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in both ways..We did try to balance things out. &lt;strong&gt;Ok give us some time to do so.. alryte?&lt;/strong&gt; I noe in my heart my frens will alwaes not be forgotten. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked about some problems raised by my committe members during the drama meeting ystdy nite at starbucks. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Serious.Laugh.Serious.Giggles.Serious.Cried.Laugh.Crap all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahah.. tat was the atmostphere.. Well.. drama has abit of issues here and there.. were strong enuf to solve it hmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets side track to my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461471069324164370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S8sLAF4jvRI/AAAAAAAAAx4/8GdSUoK72eg/s320/1772388mr9jyxnhxe.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.. When will my vampire come to me. heee.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accepting this vamp as who she is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I may not be pretty. I may not be small. I may not even have the money. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i noe i have a heart and a soul that i may share with my vamp if found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :) Sincerely from my heart and soul. :P heee im only day dreaming about this... haha! if it does come true.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im gonna smile like i've never smile before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D heee heeee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet dreams to my vampire wherever u are.. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461471084801443506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S8sLA_ioRrI/AAAAAAAAAyI/8Taq_Y_NTNY/s320/1822385j3k9ozubca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its not wrong to dream..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4035489391914007084-3167228981023200194?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3167228981023200194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3167228981023200194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3167228981023200194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3167228981023200194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-about-balance.html' title='all about the balance'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S8sLAuR2fyI/AAAAAAAAAyA/2a4Mi5vy8dA/s72-c/23507_382035714372_663029372_3669810_3487464_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-7495924856336491745</id><published>2010-04-14T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:29:47.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feel like blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S8XL8jnY7WI/AAAAAAAAAxw/L5qFngiTDOg/s1600/23507_382035924372_663029372_3669848_1541840_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459994364469636450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S8XL8jnY7WI/AAAAAAAAAxw/L5qFngiTDOg/s320/23507_382035924372_663029372_3669848_1541840_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heyho! I'm back humans! GEEEHHHEEE... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See my new hair!! &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh.. tis is after &lt;strong&gt;Mus&lt;/strong&gt; helped me to straighten it.. damn its pretty after he does it for me.. if not my hair will be... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;POOFFF!!-ED up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. yup.. nice ryte.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thank you putra tapha a.k.a mus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D this is the first day of camp :D [before all the hell-brakes-loose camp starts..] so nice.. :D ok diam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Drama camp was sooooo much fun! i specially loved the &lt;strong&gt;Amaizing Race Drama Edition. &lt;/strong&gt;haha Even though it was amizingly tiring due to extreme running.. i did had dun. Im the facilitator for the yellow team who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;won FIRST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in that race. It was a close call i might say coz it either the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blue team&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [my &lt;em&gt;nemesist&lt;/em&gt; grp urgh!] or &lt;strong&gt;my yellow team&lt;/strong&gt; will win this race.. thank god i asked my team members to run off first before me. [Im a slow poke.. -.- ] U dunnoe how i happie i was when &lt;strong&gt;rifdee&lt;/strong&gt; [my team member ] told that we won. Hahah.. &lt;strong&gt;i was about to cry and at the same time catching my breath from running.. so its like both and i did felt like fainting. hahah..&lt;/strong&gt; but when my team members and atiqah hugged me.. damn i felt gud competing with the blue team and suprisingly won a race! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In my heart i was saying/singing , &lt;em&gt;" yes ah!!!! i beat u taufik! na na ni poo poo!! yellow won~oh yea~yellow won~oh yea~ omg!! I feel good~na na na na~ i knew that i would now~na na na na~ i feel good~na na na na~"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahah thats wat i said. &lt;strong&gt;Im soo proud of the yellow&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;team &lt;/strong&gt;:) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S8XHIpFmTjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/OnUgQDpMGMw/s1600/23507_382035864372_663029372_3669837_2947390_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459989074538810930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S8XHIpFmTjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/OnUgQDpMGMw/s320/23507_382035864372_663029372_3669837_2947390_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok wait.. i didnt have my grp pic yet.. coz they upload it alot in fb lah.. so hehe.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u just go rifdee's link to see our group pic la eh. :D [pemalas nye org -.-] :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw.. the rest of the camp was cool :) But the uncool thing is.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Atiqah kept on being sick..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Coz u noe why... she lazy to eat coz no mood. -.- [Im so giving u the wth look la tiqah..] ya.. but watever it is we kept her going and had a succesful camp! :D Even there's "&lt;em&gt;technical glitches&lt;/em&gt;" happening behind close doors... we did make this camp happen and im proud of my committee members :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ATIQAH, MUZ, SAFI, IZZATY, RISMY, SITI and MIRAH. Well done babes and dudes :D Love drama forever!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey u guys noe wat.. i feel like looking up to the nite sky now n see the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stars shining above the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. so Pweetty.. yes.. i noe its random but yea.. its gonna be nice if there's &lt;strong&gt;someone there beside u too&lt;/strong&gt;.. Counting the stars &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;.. Enjoying the night &lt;em&gt;breezze&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;Relax&lt;/em&gt;.. or &lt;em&gt;a Hug or two&lt;/em&gt;.. heheh.. i&lt;strong&gt; miss those times lah&lt;/strong&gt;. :P *sighs* well..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i guess it will just be in my dreams with my vampire. It will do. :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw i noe i shuld be &lt;strong&gt;optimistic&lt;/strong&gt; about wat im going thru now and noe where i stand in reality. It didn't really bother me much. Im Just gonna live my life.. enjoy being single ladies *&lt;em&gt;singing beyonce song&lt;/em&gt;* hahahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uhuh.. den, i need to do a thorough check on myself before falling flat on the face for "&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;". As alwaes ... &lt;em&gt;uhuh&lt;/em&gt;~ :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;strong&gt; "aku terlanjur cinta kepada mu.. dan telah ku berikan seluruh hatiku.. tapi mengapa harus kini kau pertanyakn.. cintaku... "  -rossa feat. pasha ungu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-7495924856336491745?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/7495924856336491745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=7495924856336491745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7495924856336491745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7495924856336491745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/04/feel-like-blogging.html' title='feel like blogging'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S8XL8jnY7WI/AAAAAAAAAxw/L5qFngiTDOg/s72-c/23507_382035924372_663029372_3669848_1541840_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2638196911852286395</id><published>2010-04-02T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:27:07.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was okay..</title><content type='html'>Yeap. U guys might not noe bout my hair cut n im tellin u now.. i did get my hair cut.. &lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAE&lt;/strong&gt;.. went out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zawiyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; n cut off my looooong witch hair.. haha &lt;em&gt;Nenek Kebayan&lt;/em&gt; oii.. If u asked me if i miss it.. Just a&lt;em&gt; little bit&lt;/em&gt;; but it was okay.. i've longed for a hair cut aniway ryte? My hair had touched my &lt;strong&gt;butt&lt;/strong&gt; ya noe.. i had it since... uhh... hmm.. sec 5 or sumthin. Before o levels i started to keep. Uhh.. &lt;strong&gt;My 1st Ex boifren's wish&lt;/strong&gt; so... humph.. wth.. &lt;strong&gt;Ouh n my wish too! I did ask to have my hair as long as Amy Lee's&lt;/strong&gt;.. heheh.. Ok im hapie with it so.. its time to go beybeh.. :D Didn't capture a pic [anw my phone has no cammie so.. hmm.] to show.. but im tellin ya.. soon. Just wait n see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be very bz next week i presume. &lt;strong&gt;Drama camp&lt;/strong&gt; is around the corner. Had to complete this and that with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;president[atiqah]&amp;amp; her P.A.[mus].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I actually cant wait for it.. &lt;em&gt;3 days 2 nites&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;ITE simei&lt;/strong&gt;. But i might say.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KACHING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is very2 tight now. Struggling to pay this and that. More payment coming up F.Y.I.. &lt;em&gt;masyaallah&lt;/em&gt;.. i got a huge headache to even think kabout it. Pfft.. I dunwan to burden my parents. well.. since they themselves have money issues which den it will lead to me having the same issue. &lt;em&gt;Get it?&lt;/em&gt; ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have to get red polo tee from Giordano for NE skit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A "costume" for NE skit big day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pay library fine [pathetic.. its only $1 plus n if i dun pay i cnt borrow books -.-] thru ez-link[must top up at least $10 for that.. wat crap!!??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buy perfume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So there.. stuff that needs to be settled. Hopefully when skul reopens.. im shud be okay.. relying on pocket money man.. *head shaking*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455545458225304002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S7X9sIWD0cI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/u1ddLonyZKk/s320/24876_374181388801_736048801_3686665_1459378_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANW.. Going off from that topic.. I need to say sumthin to a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fren&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey.. i noe wat u want us to be. But isn't it too soon? Im sorry to say, I suppose u have other intentions by judging the way u speak to me. Dun get me wrong but Im okae with u. We are just frens. I treat u as a fren. Not more. I dunnoe how to say it to u though. We actually barely knew each other inside out even its been.. a year ive been acquainted with you. So give me a break with what u want us to be. U disappeared for quite awhile den u reappeared and saying this to me? U dunnoe me. Again.. im not angry, just puzzled. I bet u even knew if i was acting or not when i replyed those msgs back at u. Its soo clear that u have other things in mind. Please.. stop it. I had enuf going thru accidental falling in love with people. AND, its not accidental if u were ever to break my heart. Im not paranoid, but i just want to give myself a break. Ok no. BIG BREAK. I'm not ready yet to receive anymore "love" from anybody or vice versa, unless i understand wats the main purpose of being in a relationship. Plus i dun cut out to be urs. I noe. I noe coz u never see each other before, just thru the cyber social network. Dun u noe u shudnt trust pictures in the net these days? Ok now.. i hope u understand my situation. I noe u can get someone better then me. Go find her. Let us stay as frens shall we?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S7X9YTAgpaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/k8-sID2RPtU/s1600/24876_374181388801_736048801_3686665_1459378_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~consider it my fren. Oh to one more prsn, Im just lazy to layan ur kerenah so stop texting me when i dunwant to be disturbed like my sleep. Urgh!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2638196911852286395?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2638196911852286395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2638196911852286395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2638196911852286395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2638196911852286395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-was-okay.html' title='It was okay..'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S7X9sIWD0cI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/u1ddLonyZKk/s72-c/24876_374181388801_736048801_3686665_1459378_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-515601100111311531</id><published>2010-03-29T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:06:37.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeds all over again n i dunnoe what to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S7CVRwPsaeI/AAAAAAAAAw4/upt2QYsF908/s1600/Broken_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454023280986712546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S7CVRwPsaeI/AAAAAAAAAw4/upt2QYsF908/s320/Broken_Heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It just &lt;em&gt;sux&lt;/em&gt; when u think ur day is gonna be fine but it turns out otherwise. It just &lt;em&gt;sux&lt;/em&gt; to the core when the dae was &lt;strong&gt;ruined&lt;/strong&gt; by the past that just appear&lt;strong&gt; without u being prepared to face it&lt;/strong&gt;. It just &lt;em&gt;sux&lt;/em&gt; to feel mixed up and u dunnoe what to do when this happens. It just &lt;em&gt;sux&lt;/em&gt; when ur &lt;strong&gt;old "beloved" was the blame.&lt;/strong&gt; It just &lt;em&gt;sux&lt;/em&gt; that u had to tell someone about this and they got pissed at u for being so &lt;strong&gt;negative&lt;/strong&gt;. It just &lt;em&gt;sux&lt;/em&gt; when noone is able to help as this is my problem n i have to face it &lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/strong&gt; over again. It just sux when u have &lt;strong&gt;grudges&lt;/strong&gt; towards someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT JUST SUX TO GET HEART BROKEN!!! IT SUX!!! IT SUX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its like your old wound just bleeds all over again and your heart beats fast when the adreneline shots up to ur brain n u feel like its gonna burst any minuite. The world just starts to spin like a top around u n ur mind goes... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POOF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!.. blank. Just like that. U noe that ure like a zombie even ure walking at the ryte direection and place. Ur plams sweats cold sweat and its shaky. U feel like fainting, but u noe ure gonna make a scene at the public area. Ur hands balled up into fists and its as if its gonna shoot fire balls at anione who speaks at u. Ur eyes turn hot as if when u look at someone, rays will shoot out n it may burn any human's skin/face when u look at them. U wish ur teeth will turn into fangs and bite off ur enemy's neck and suck their bloods dry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No its not u.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ITS ME. IM HAVING ALL THESE THOUGHTS AND ITS AS IF ITS GONNA HAPPEN TO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S7Cc3N5xVnI/AAAAAAAAAxA/PkDI0I9Gmow/s1600/Broken_Heart_by_marisz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454031621184378482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S7Cc3N5xVnI/AAAAAAAAAxA/PkDI0I9Gmow/s320/Broken_Heart_by_marisz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why? Why must he appear ryte infront of me n caught me off guard? Why must it be this day that we must catch a glimpse of each other at the busstop? Why is he there? Why am i shocked when i saw him? Why is my mind all over the place? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe what im gonna say but it must be said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;i do.. i hate  u...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hate u soo much... i hate u soo much for breaking my heart! i hate u soo much that my heart has shattered into pieces! i hate u soo much for making my life in miesery! i hate u soo much for making me lose my faith on love! i hate u soo much soo much for being the reason why i cried a thousand tears! i hate u soo much for making me fall into a ditch tat is soo deep that im struggling my way out, to the light! i hate u soo much for making that shadow fall on me and the whole world turns dark! i hate u soo much knowing i did once fall inlove with u!  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i hate u soo much for knowing u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the reason why i can't seem to understand what love meant. I can't even pronounce &lt;em&gt;'LOVE'&lt;/em&gt;. Its just stings my mouth. I'm soo lost after u throw me away..  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not asking you to have me back... never..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but i want u to noe about what ur actions did to me now. By ur actions, &lt;em&gt;it thought me that love is a big lie.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AND I HATE LIARS&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It thought me that no matter how much u sacrifice, u still will broken at the end of the day..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SO WHY BOTHER SACRIFICING?!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It thought me that your alluring words can be a poison.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AND I FALL FOR IT STUPIDLY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; It thought me that guys are all the same.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AND ITS TRUE NO OFFENCE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It thought me that love only exists in fantasy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FANTASY LOVE IS MUCH BETTER THEN REALITY LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;em&gt;kill me if im wrong... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just hate u now. thank you very much. its a pain in my heart to know that im a rubbish in people's eye and im able to be thrown away just like that. Say im ugly. Say im fat. I noe where i stand in people's eye n in this earth. Too painful to let u see. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U just opened up the wound that i've been patching up with all my strength and will, and it bleeds all over again and i dunnoe what to do....  thanks alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~regreted bumping into u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-515601100111311531?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/515601100111311531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=515601100111311531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/515601100111311531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/515601100111311531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/03/bleeds-all-over-again-n-i-dunnoe-what.html' title='Bleeds all over again n i dunnoe what to do.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S7CVRwPsaeI/AAAAAAAAAw4/upt2QYsF908/s72-c/Broken_Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1467328054984800944</id><published>2010-03-24T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T19:56:08.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* when will this thing stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6nytgkv6RI/AAAAAAAAAww/PRKzqhbP9-s/s1600/24876_375582768801_736048801_3719641_6092797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452155687560800530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6nytgkv6RI/AAAAAAAAAww/PRKzqhbP9-s/s320/24876_375582768801_736048801_3719641_6092797_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't my oh-so-complicated lyfe just get any worse? I'm here not to bore ppl with my emo posts.. but i just dunnoe how or any other way for me to tell others wat i'm going thru in my mind n soul. I can be "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;physically alryte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" as u see me or my frens see me in.. but in my mind it is like a &lt;strong&gt;battlefield&lt;/strong&gt; thats been going for &lt;strong&gt;eons&lt;/strong&gt; of times tats uncountable to me. I'm not being &lt;em&gt;melodramatic&lt;/em&gt; but im seriously speaking you about the truth&lt;strong&gt;. The whole truth, nothing but the truth. &lt;/strong&gt;I'm not asking for anyone's pitty with what i'm going thru. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just sumone to be my listening ear for once... Just for once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People do not know how i feel every nyte before going to bed. My mind can't stop thinking about the &lt;strong&gt;hurt tat i get whenever people see me as invisible.&lt;/strong&gt; My head hurts thinking about it. It does make a &lt;strong&gt;thumping&lt;/strong&gt; beat everytime. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The hurt tat haunted me after every &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;breakups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i had for the past 2 years of my dating life. The hurt that even my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;parents cant seem to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what i'm going thru behind close doors of my own bedroom. What can i do to get their attention? &lt;strong&gt;Do i have to be in an accident or almost kill myself to do all that? By doing so, will then people whom i knew will then start to remember about me ever existing in their world? Do i have to go to that extend? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUH!! SOMEONE!! ANSWER ME!!.... I'm waiting!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See no one could answer. &lt;em&gt;I told you so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tears would welled up in my eyes and out it flows.. tiny droplets at a time. Untill.. i guess.. there's no more left for it to wet my eyes whenever these thoughts came across my mind. Sometimes, all i could do was.. &lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;, read my prayers, listen to music till i fell asleep. Its just too often for me to go crazy about it bothering me now. I might understand tat i did &lt;strong&gt;ever posted about me hurting myself in my blog &lt;/strong&gt;and you guys want to know the reason behind it. Ok i tell u. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;By hurting my hands, meaning.. punching, knocking it with my knuckles, hit it with my paint bottles, there's a feeling of satisfaction to me after i see it turn 3 different colours from my skin tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; All the hurt, the misery shown by the bruise is just... there. Yes i does hurt as the daes goes by. But it became &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;numb&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;numb&lt;/em&gt;.. *tears*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noe i dun get any benefit by doing so. yes. no. i dun know. All i care now is just to go on with this only life i have n &lt;strong&gt;spend it with my friends and those &lt;em&gt;who ever loved&lt;/em&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt;. When i hear my friends told me tat they are facing such hardship tat they can't barely handle, i just &lt;strong&gt;laugh within myself&lt;/strong&gt;. Try getting in my shoes n i show u wat hardship n miesery really means. &lt;strong&gt;I think they can die&lt;/strong&gt;. No doubts for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be blind or wrong saying that no one loves me. I noe tat. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my parents do love me. they just have to &lt;strong&gt;try harder&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAYBE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; some people that i'm alwaes around with do care about me. they just have to &lt;strong&gt;see thru my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;. That's all i'm saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~let me just stay here n one by one ignite a ball of fire n blow off those memories. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1467328054984800944?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1467328054984800944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1467328054984800944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1467328054984800944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1467328054984800944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh-when-will-this-thing-stop.html' title='*sigh* when will this thing stop.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6nytgkv6RI/AAAAAAAAAww/PRKzqhbP9-s/s72-c/24876_375582768801_736048801_3719641_6092797_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8217341016882404384</id><published>2010-03-20T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:40:51.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dear friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6R7p1Gx6lI/AAAAAAAAAwo/lFImLRi3rt8/s1600-h/safi+and+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450617407585512018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6R7p1Gx6lI/AAAAAAAAAwo/lFImLRi3rt8/s320/safi+and+me.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and safy babbyyy!! heheh camwhored with taufik's cam.. hahaha.. floading n using up his memory card with our nonsense pic.. hahha ok la nt nonsense.. ITS PRETTY PRETTY !! heheh :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6R7J3Pz2DI/AAAAAAAAAwg/riHXz5FPDr4/s1600-h/usss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 496px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450616858404444210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6R7J3Pz2DI/AAAAAAAAAwg/riHXz5FPDr4/s320/usss.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omg.. i just edited these pics of my dear Hc frens.. and unable to upload at Facebook. I'll try again nxt tyme n tag u guys alryte ? i love u guys muches!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8217341016882404384?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8217341016882404384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8217341016882404384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8217341016882404384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8217341016882404384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dear-friends.html' title='my dear friends'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6R7p1Gx6lI/AAAAAAAAAwo/lFImLRi3rt8/s72-c/safi+and+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8871298800700314836</id><published>2010-03-17T21:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:48:36.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed talking to the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6DgkNrUEMI/AAAAAAAAAwY/IJtb4G7bP8c/s1600-h/24945_362008439372_663029372_3469271_2256186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449602461869543618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6DgkNrUEMI/AAAAAAAAAwY/IJtb4G7bP8c/s320/24945_362008439372_663029372_3469271_2256186_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed u. I missed u. I missed u. so so much!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if this blog is alive.. im gonna hug u for sure.. i mean seriously.. i missed blogging..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays are soo kinda &lt;em&gt;dreadful&lt;/em&gt; when the only thing u are able to do to &lt;strong&gt;kill ur boredoom&lt;/strong&gt; has been cut off in a way.. hah! in that case go kill urself.... &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dun be an idiot.. *&lt;em&gt;smack ur head&lt;/em&gt;* I mean, when ur &lt;em&gt;oldies&lt;/em&gt; somehow "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wedge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" u about u &lt;strong&gt;coming home late and all&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;nagg&lt;/strong&gt; about nothing in particular &lt;strong&gt;just to make the steam came out of ur heads and ready to blow ur heads off,&lt;/strong&gt; u think u're &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; to go out as and when u like? Think again. kae... u noe wat &lt;strong&gt;forget it&lt;/strong&gt;.. dun bother to think.. isn't it obvious u are shackled to ur house and just waiting to turn rotten in a months time? [ if tats how long ur holidae is uh..] &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED TO ME. AND THIS VAMPIRE HATES IT!                                                               dammnit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hate the moments when u hear ur oldies nagg &lt;em&gt;god-noes-what&lt;/em&gt; in ur ear n u noe its going out the other... after tat u started to cry for&lt;em&gt; g0d-noes-what&lt;/em&gt; the reason is.. and after that... &lt;em&gt;silent treatment happens&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dun really think the "nagging" helps anione. seriously. i &lt;strong&gt;presume in my own opinion or observation&lt;/strong&gt;, no matter what in the world they &lt;strong&gt;babble&lt;/strong&gt; about at u.. u just simply.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ignore&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ryte? dun bluff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the &lt;strong&gt;weirdest&lt;/strong&gt; thing is, u sumhow able to &lt;strong&gt;capture bits and pieces&lt;/strong&gt; about the nagging tat in the end it made u soo... &lt;strong&gt;crappy and cranky and saddy and fucked up&lt;/strong&gt; noeing that ur oldies were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;talking about ur life and ur friends that affects ur stupid behaviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Get it? insanely true. dun believe, try it.                  hahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing i notice about being &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; is that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ur head starts to spin around the entire universe practically thinking things that ure not supposed to think about&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; [yes im alone.] [yes im a lonner.] [yes its true.] [yes.. dun be weird about it.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I simply acted as if im all fyne n i dun care wat &lt;em&gt;bullshits&lt;/em&gt; that are coming at me everydae. Even ignored nagging was an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;achievement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; see i dun care. Plus, i &lt;strong&gt;bashed&lt;/strong&gt; up my hand [on the right] and &lt;strong&gt;didnt flinched&lt;/strong&gt; about it being &lt;em&gt;hurt&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Now its bruised in &lt;strong&gt;blue black&lt;/strong&gt; patch. Whoa.. i dunnoe i was that &lt;em&gt;strong&lt;/em&gt;.. o.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. does it really matter if im alone? [so much frens yet alone.] well, used to it. &lt;em&gt;Practiced&lt;/em&gt; it since... primary school. Teachers should be proud of me since i did wat they thought me. "&lt;strong&gt;PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT&lt;/strong&gt;" ... aaaahhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IRONIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. i wanted to write a novel here but... hahaha... okok i stop.. tell u more soon kae... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dun worie im gonna be fine with myself. [crossing fingers]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~u didnt care.. why shud i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8871298800700314836?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8871298800700314836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8871298800700314836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8871298800700314836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8871298800700314836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/03/missed-talking-to-world.html' title='missed talking to the world'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S6DgkNrUEMI/AAAAAAAAAwY/IJtb4G7bP8c/s72-c/24945_362008439372_663029372_3469271_2256186_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6831068994559960818</id><published>2010-03-07T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:44:32.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams alas stressed alas im just gonna shhhh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S5OKDZn_m4I/AAAAAAAAAwI/ELP4puNZRxw/s1600-h/Study_Hard_by_Voodoo8Witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445848165443935106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S5OKDZn_m4I/AAAAAAAAAwI/ELP4puNZRxw/s320/Study_Hard_by_Voodoo8Witch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445848346754869218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S5OKN9D45-I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sSObHfKzccQ/s320/alone_by_RunWhiteRabbit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXAMS!! EXAMS!! OH MY EXAMS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yes.. &lt;em&gt;exams&lt;/em&gt;.. uhuh.. *&lt;em&gt;grieving&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking a &lt;em&gt;break&lt;/em&gt; from studying for a &lt;em&gt;minuite&lt;/em&gt;. ok maybe not a minute.. like &lt;strong&gt;45 minuites&lt;/strong&gt;.. [o.o! liar!] :P      &lt;em&gt;waaaaat&lt;/em&gt;... im like pushing all those &lt;strong&gt;notes&lt;/strong&gt; n my brain here hellu... pfft..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to pass my exams.. actually to be exact.. &lt;strong&gt;I WANT&lt;/strong&gt; to pass my exams.. i really gotta &lt;strong&gt;score&lt;/strong&gt; for this &lt;strong&gt;GPA&lt;/strong&gt;.. *&lt;em&gt;praying&lt;/em&gt;*  its like my &lt;strong&gt;life is at stake&lt;/strong&gt; here humans! the &lt;strong&gt;future is in my hands!!&lt;/strong&gt; it better be passing of exams... or.. or... &lt;strong&gt;housewifeee!!! NOOOOO!! AAAAHHH!!! NOOO!! NOT HOUSEWIFE!!!! EEMMMAAAKK!!!&lt;/strong&gt; [ soo drama uh tis gurl.. ] sheesh here me out people! god... the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.... [o.O?] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;em&gt;smack the head from the back&lt;/em&gt;*  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUT THE CRAP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [ -.-"] [insert ur "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;im-lost-what-the-hell-is-she-talking-about-face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enuf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruised&lt;/strong&gt; me hand again after so long. couldnt take a photo to show but yah its bruiesd. on the &lt;strong&gt;left&lt;/strong&gt;. Haiz. &lt;strong&gt;social norms are driving me emotionally crazy. &lt;/strong&gt;Thus the &lt;em&gt;result&lt;/em&gt; was bruising to me hand. My parents &lt;strong&gt;dun even noticed &lt;/strong&gt;it. I bet, after like a &lt;strong&gt;month&lt;/strong&gt; later den they will. Its alwaes been like that. Carrying the world on my own shoulders was like carrying a bag full of textbooks.. Used to it already. so.. my socialising is becoming &lt;strong&gt;bad to wosrst&lt;/strong&gt; these daes.. well, wat can i do. Parents dun really pay much attention so i &lt;em&gt;dun bother&lt;/em&gt; telling wat happen. simple. I alwaes feel to stay out longer outside till the nite comes n not to go home. Be it with or without frens. hmm..&lt;strong&gt; shud i bruise myself again?&lt;/strong&gt; hands are &lt;em&gt;itching&lt;/em&gt; though... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Solitude sails in a wave of forgiveness on angel's wings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S5OKDLc4qtI/AAAAAAAAAwA/pfho7BV0PDQ/s1600-h/All_alone_by_puRrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6831068994559960818?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6831068994559960818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6831068994559960818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6831068994559960818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6831068994559960818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/03/exams-alas-stressed-alas-im-just-gonna.html' title='Exams alas stressed alas im just gonna shhhh...'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S5OKDZn_m4I/AAAAAAAAAwI/ELP4puNZRxw/s72-c/Study_Hard_by_Voodoo8Witch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2899845343059160612</id><published>2010-03-03T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:44:26.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awkwardness.. omg.</title><content type='html'>Ok this is &lt;em&gt;awkward&lt;/em&gt;. i dunnoe why.. but it is. [coz sumone noe what u did n ure &lt;em&gt;guilty&lt;/em&gt; now ryte... padan muke]&lt;br /&gt;uhhh.. okae... ANW.. juz wanna &lt;em&gt;apologize&lt;/em&gt; to anione who ate the &lt;strong&gt;chili&lt;/strong&gt; after i "&lt;em&gt;serve&lt;/em&gt; it" previously.. hmm. k dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i ask if anione ever wonder wat will happen if u &lt;strong&gt;switched&lt;/strong&gt; body with someone else? haha.. i wish i did. i mean its nt that i really want to la but i would want to experience it. Curiousity kills the cat ya noe. Imagine u were actually floating to that person's body n going in. hahah! creepy. ya n den u'll noe his/her deep dark secrets after u got hold of the body. Hah! I have a thought! imagine if u already exchange the body.. den tat person has &lt;strong&gt;BO! OMG!&lt;/strong&gt; experience man!!! hahahaha oh! oh!! or maybe tat person has a diary n u flip it open n see tat he/she backstabbed u n write all sorts of things about u.. oh my.. ok.. sheesh tats nasty.. tsk tsk.. well then &lt;strong&gt;ALL HELL BRAKES LOSE&lt;/strong&gt;! haha. [ketawe la kau.. -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about writing.. i received test paper back from lecturer and i practically did sumthin or shud i sae wrote sumthin funny.. in the &lt;strong&gt;TEST&lt;/strong&gt; paper.. actually the qn ask to describe sumthin n i 4get wat izit.. anw.. ya.. i answered wat my head asked me to la. so at the point when im writing it during the test.. i was serious.. but when i gt back the paper.. i laughed at myself man..  i read wat i wrote... den laugh my ass off.. this is wat i wrote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" no use a person having an IQ as clever as EINSTEIN but if that person has the attitude and bad character like as bad as a SQUID.. still no point."         HAHAHAHAH!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf did i wrote tat sia.. even my lecturer was laughing at me.. she sae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms lydia: "since when u noe that squids have a bad attitude n character? hahahaha!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: "waat.. thats wat i wanted to explain uh cher.. but i dunnoe how.. so i sae like that la.. hahah!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms Lydia: "its so funny when i mark the paper u noe even Ms fun was laughing"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: *shocked* "u show miss fun??? waahh... nice.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqah: "wah nabilah ure famous in the staff room for ur squid... " &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "wth..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i ask miss Fun in the next lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:"Cher! u noe about my squid ah?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Fun: "ya lah.. wahlao.. einstein was ok.. but squid??? wat..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: " hahaha!! cher.. i dunnoe hw to xplain laaa... n stop saying squid.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Fun: "den u shud say cuttlefish.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "wats the difference sey cher... sarcastic sehh... hahaha"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss fun: "HAHAHAHA!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i noe lame hor :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok i wanna sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~haiz.. swollen eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2899845343059160612?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2899845343059160612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2899845343059160612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2899845343059160612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2899845343059160612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/03/awkwardness-omg.html' title='awkwardness.. omg.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-611038001641501527</id><published>2010-02-28T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:57:30.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT! ouh crap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!&lt;/strong&gt; can i sae more? ok. &lt;strong&gt;SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIIIIT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid dream.. ouhmygod.. ok. now im like talking to this person. n we like got the same f-ing dream n i dun wish it will happen. &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;ok.. im bad... bad.. bad... paranoid now.. omg... shit.. he still can "&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;" with me now. &lt;strong&gt;WTF?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS MUST BE A MISTAKE. THAT DREAM IS A MISTAKE. O.O HELP..&lt;/strong&gt; wth.. he now "&lt;em&gt;lol-ing&lt;/em&gt;" eh.. he enjoying my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;agony&lt;/span&gt; sehhh... wtf..&lt;br /&gt;I'll deal with him later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly to be sleeping.. but had to finish up my project. Watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TITANIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on teevee just now.. n as usual it never fails to make me cry. Jack.. come back.. jack...  [hello.. comeback to earth..] oh.. heheh sorie.. &lt;strong&gt;Leonardo&lt;/strong&gt; was soo &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOOTT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; la last time.. i fall for him.. now... &lt;strong&gt;taylor&lt;/strong&gt;.. is mine!!!! muahahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok diam. go to sleep. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIALLAAA...&lt;/strong&gt; tat guy still tak paham bahase!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~omg not u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-611038001641501527?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/611038001641501527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=611038001641501527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/611038001641501527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/611038001641501527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/02/shit-ouh-crap.html' title='SHIT! ouh crap...'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3070228119539652612</id><published>2010-02-24T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:46:39.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read.. sadden.. sighs.. wished... wait.. cried...</title><content type='html'>Read my &lt;i&gt;ouh-so-long &lt;/i&gt;eons ago blog posts moments earlier.. I'm just overwhelmed. &lt;b&gt;ALOT&lt;/b&gt; of things had been going on with me since my N levels. Sorie to say i felt like a &lt;i&gt;psycho&lt;/i&gt; uh. Both in gud n bad way.. [wth got gud psycho meh?] i&lt;i&gt; declare&lt;/i&gt;, i've been thru alot. People may not understand me. I dun mind. Wat i noe was.. i'm still walking on this earth and trying to live my life as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... I'm not growing younger okeh... Sheesh.. Old Bird.. [haha.] sooner or late u'll see my invitation to my wedding reception in ur mailbox... &lt;b&gt;CHOY!!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;Still long for tat..&lt;b&gt; CHOY! CHOY! CHOY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW.. had fun for &lt;b&gt;drama...&lt;/b&gt; n atiqah pls stop disturbing wann for goodness sake... -.-&lt;br /&gt;not &lt;i&gt;siding&lt;/i&gt; but... paisey liao!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;~aku berhenti mengharap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-3070228119539652612?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3070228119539652612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3070228119539652612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3070228119539652612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3070228119539652612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/02/read-sadden-sighs-wished-wait-cried.html' title='read.. sadden.. sighs.. wished... wait.. cried...'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8464193462492657755</id><published>2010-02-22T06:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T06:45:01.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh.. deja vu?</title><content type='html'>In the wee ours of this morning.. BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i was soooooooo frustrated by wat my [actually my mum's] laptop did to me last nite.[ oooo... da bagus tu ade laptop]. Ive been doing my LFS project like more than 6 hrs.. not counting the time at skul after drama.. i tell, when the whole thing suddenly jam n the whole programme shut's down.. i felkt like punching that wall like the "hulk" did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAARGGHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i apologized to steffi coz unable to send it to her... SO SORIE STEFFI.. I SWEAR I AM N IM NT LYING THAT THE WHOLE PROGRAMME JUZ HANG LIKE THAT.. IM SOO SORIE. so i make up the time i stayed up in the morning to complete that F-ing project. Goodness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept saving that pwrpt slide every slide i made. my god!... urgh! now im tired to go to skul... ff!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8464193462492657755?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8464193462492657755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8464193462492657755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8464193462492657755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8464193462492657755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/02/uhhh-deja-vu.html' title='uhhh.. deja vu?'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-27686382453007980</id><published>2010-02-19T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:34:12.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see my world through my eyes. boooring..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S36EPQe25wI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RqBS0DTat2Q/s1600-h/r-nurul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439930797567436546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S36EPQe25wI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RqBS0DTat2Q/s320/r-nurul.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All hail for me being back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; geee heee.. [who are u excuse me.. &lt;em&gt;puh-lease&lt;/em&gt;... -.-]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss me? miss me? miss me?? U humans miss me &lt;em&gt;ryteee&lt;/em&gt;... dun bluff... i noe... [soo perasan.. sheesh] ahah. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Terminated&lt;/strong&gt; blogging &lt;strong&gt;for a period&lt;/strong&gt; of time due to certain &lt;strong&gt;time constrains&lt;/strong&gt; of doing projects for school. so yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;uuuuhhhhhh.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have u ever.. being so &lt;strong&gt;attached&lt;/strong&gt; to character in a book that u feel as if &lt;strong&gt;ure the character itself&lt;/strong&gt;? i did. A few nites ago. I was reading [as usual] &lt;strong&gt;vampire books&lt;/strong&gt;.. i got soo &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emotional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; into tat character..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i cried the hell out of me. &lt;/span&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt;. I actually &lt;em&gt;felt&lt;/em&gt; the emotions potrayed by the charcters n thus making me cry &lt;em&gt;like i've lost my boifren [NO I DUN HAVE ONE. JUST AN EXAMPLE] or a cat just died&lt;/em&gt;. Well, i could sae tat was a gud book. i've &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; felt anithin like it before. soo &lt;strong&gt;two thumbs up&lt;/strong&gt; for the author :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realising&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that humans can &lt;strong&gt;deteriorate&lt;/strong&gt; ur character as a person, i come to conclusion tat, i have to agree to tat. Haish.. I &lt;strong&gt;dun&lt;/strong&gt; realise it in the beginning though, just recently... Anw...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When u were just about to build the &lt;strong&gt;positive&lt;/strong&gt; walls around u, came this human and &lt;strong&gt;god's gift&lt;/strong&gt; of tat human's mouth, the walls tat were halfway done was &lt;strong&gt;sudden shaken&lt;/strong&gt; and not long after that it just &lt;strong&gt;collapses&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I just dun refer this testimoni only to me but other humans tat i've observed as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Humans somehow are &lt;strong&gt;able&lt;/strong&gt; to destroy another human just by the words used or rather i shud sae &lt;em&gt;critisism&lt;/em&gt; tat they &lt;em&gt;imply&lt;/em&gt; to satisfy themselves. Wat cruelty. *shaking head* &lt;em&gt;Ashamed by the fact&lt;/em&gt; that i'm a human myself... but &lt;strong&gt;rationally&lt;/strong&gt; saying we humans &lt;strong&gt;couldnt&lt;/strong&gt; escape to make mistakes.. ryte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey.. wait... dun &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; have the thought that watever we do... we use the staement above to describe our human &lt;strong&gt;weaknesses&lt;/strong&gt;. We atleast shud try our best, yes? [ note to self: remember wat u sae n dun just tell for the sake of blogging] i'm trying myself.. hard. &lt;em&gt;Really&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually there's a reason for me writing this. Its just a &lt;strong&gt;friendly advice&lt;/strong&gt; to some people i know. Im nt telling who. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok i'm done advising. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, about &lt;strong&gt;Drama&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Drama&lt;/strong&gt;. Been having this practices for the &lt;strong&gt;up coming project/skit about NS&lt;/strong&gt;.. and i can sae.. i just dun expect me to be &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; tat kind of character. heh. *head shaking* I hadnt realise being &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flirtatious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;difficult&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha! soo not my &lt;em&gt;forte&lt;/em&gt;.. anw.. yes &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to be flirtatious with a fren or "admirer" as in the script stated. &lt;strong&gt;My GOOOOSHHH...&lt;/strong&gt; i tell ya.. i &lt;strong&gt;swear&lt;/strong&gt; i blushed the whole time and others saw it.. i dunnoe whether i turn &lt;strong&gt;red-er than a tomato&lt;/strong&gt; but.. by wat i see.. i think.. ya... &lt;strong&gt;VERY RED&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**[Wann i mean no harm.. its just acting coz i feel abit paisey n uncomfortable ah.. hee.. soo yea.. :P]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the worst has yet to come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This skit tat i'm in actually &lt;strong&gt;will go on tour in every ITE campuses..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIGGER OMG!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i noe... i feel like fainting too.. jeeezz.. Help... :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~trying hard not to believe but cnt help it.. i want it soo badly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-27686382453007980?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/27686382453007980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=27686382453007980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/27686382453007980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/27686382453007980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/02/see-my-world-through-my-eyes-boooring.html' title='see my world through my eyes. boooring..'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S36EPQe25wI/AAAAAAAAAv4/RqBS0DTat2Q/s72-c/r-nurul.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1520279084259657380</id><published>2010-02-06T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:43:21.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>business overtook my life n im just hallucinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S21loK9JSwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/EXSMCni6BgQ/s1600-h/IMGP1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435112066116045570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S21loK9JSwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/EXSMCni6BgQ/s320/IMGP1127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well o well.. feb kicks in with a &lt;strong&gt;hectic&lt;/strong&gt; start. &lt;strong&gt;Bottom line&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm practically bz with &lt;strong&gt;assignments and projects&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;strong&gt;dues in the coming week&lt;/strong&gt; ahead. Imagine one deadline after another. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW CHAOTIC!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;smirks&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt; No suprise.. since this "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smart alec&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" [me] &lt;em&gt;wishes&lt;/em&gt; to be really bz not to long ago, &lt;strong&gt;got her medicine spoon fed ryte in the face now.&lt;/strong&gt; Nice.. To add the &lt;strong&gt;icing&lt;/strong&gt; on the cake, &lt;strong&gt;CCA&lt;/strong&gt; was another thing that has been making me "&lt;em&gt;sumhow&lt;/em&gt;" bz. Being the &lt;strong&gt;vice-p&lt;/strong&gt; [im nt bragging bout the position im in just &lt;strong&gt;acknowledging&lt;/strong&gt; :P ] i never knew it could be a &lt;em&gt;tough&lt;/em&gt; position to handle. jeez.. &lt;strong&gt;politics&lt;/strong&gt; which i dun wish to discuss has &lt;em&gt;sparked&lt;/em&gt; a tiny bit at the moment. &lt;strong&gt;Juniors&lt;/strong&gt; this time round in drama was okae. Couldn't make any reviews yet but &lt;strong&gt;one thing&lt;/strong&gt; i knew.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY JUNIORS ARE CUTE! HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yeap. no doubt. However, the &lt;strong&gt;committee&lt;/strong&gt; is still in the process of getting ourselves &lt;em&gt;organised&lt;/em&gt; n getting the juniors &lt;em&gt;bond&lt;/em&gt; with the &lt;em&gt;senoirs&lt;/em&gt;. GAhah.. i was having a tough time &lt;strong&gt;getting myself out of the shell to be out-spoken.&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;em&gt;head&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;shaking&lt;/em&gt;* stop it sia with my low self-esteem. &lt;strong&gt;Get over it&lt;/strong&gt; will ya Nurul? &lt;strong&gt;Smack&lt;/strong&gt; the head den u noe... Anw im &lt;strong&gt;trying my best&lt;/strong&gt; to get all this done &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; getting myself sick, &lt;em&gt;angau&lt;/em&gt; [in malay for stressed out], &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt; shit, moody, etc etc etc.. yea practically lets just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sae i wont go siao ting-tong la ah. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the time like for the past hour, im &lt;strong&gt;gawking&lt;/strong&gt; now. It's like "OMG time flies super fast la seh!" Supposedly i shud be getting myself &lt;strong&gt;in a proposal&lt;/strong&gt; that i've not yet started n im like.. &lt;strong&gt;mati sia&lt;/strong&gt;. -.-  HAIISSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind i still wanna blog.. assignments cn get lost for now.. come back in 15mins time ok?  ok go.. O.o&lt;br /&gt;[giler kepe budak nie..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u humans ever think for a second or so about sumtimes u just need ur &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; time? &lt;strong&gt;way way&lt;/strong&gt; alone from the &lt;strong&gt;human beings&lt;/strong&gt; in this planet. &lt;strong&gt;way way&lt;/strong&gt; away from the stupid &lt;strong&gt;assignments&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;way way&lt;/strong&gt; away from &lt;strong&gt;scorching sun&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;that burns ur skin&lt;/strong&gt; when u walk out in the streets. &lt;strong&gt;way way..&lt;/strong&gt; ok i think u got wat i mean.. hahaha :P yup.. i need it now.. &lt;strong&gt;BADLY! urgh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can have all the frens u want, no doubt tat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;smiles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;laughter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will made ur day n &lt;strong&gt;their prescence is heart-warming&lt;/strong&gt;, but sometimes u just &lt;em&gt;gotta be alone&lt;/em&gt; and take in the air &lt;strong&gt;sloooooooowly...&lt;/strong&gt; [count the 'o's] or maybe u will sumtimes wish for a &lt;em&gt;companion&lt;/em&gt; that will shower u with that "&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;" n those "&lt;em&gt;awwww-ing"&lt;/em&gt; stuff [hell i dunnoe wat u guys do n i dunwan to noe haha] &lt;strong&gt;ryte&lt;/strong&gt;? i feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suffocated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sumtimes though. do you? hmm.. well up to u guys how u take it. &lt;strong&gt;As long as u just dun bang urself on the wall like one achi fighting with her husband just bcoz of her son's shit she doesnt want to throw away..&lt;/strong&gt; [ the p.ramlee movie bujang lapok scence la... rmbr ornot? "...pasal taik pon mau gaduh per?" haha yea tat scence] kae? hahaha im just &lt;strong&gt;crapping&lt;/strong&gt; la. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok shud end here now n get start with watever tat im supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhya.. i might not be able to blog most of the time coz bz la! so ehehe i blog when i blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~close my eyes n think hapie thoughts... NOT! aheeh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1520279084259657380?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1520279084259657380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1520279084259657380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1520279084259657380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1520279084259657380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/02/business-overtook-my-life-n-im-just.html' title='business overtook my life n im just hallucinating'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S21loK9JSwI/AAAAAAAAAvw/EXSMCni6BgQ/s72-c/IMGP1127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1031583860547665407</id><published>2010-01-30T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:42:51.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post this.</title><content type='html'>F-ing tired. [beginning of sentence already vulgarities sheesh] went out yesterday to orchard with shikin n tiqah n steffi n Ms fun to have dinner n reach home at 11 plus.. den todae gtg go to drama early till noon.. den do project.. mati ah.. pengsan aku di buatnye. next week mcm2..&lt;br /&gt; but the dinner was fun n mengenyangkn.. haha i ate till im full. but the main dish was.. waffles with tiramisu ice cream! CRAVINGS SIA. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually no mood to blog.. aiyoh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1031583860547665407?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1031583860547665407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1031583860547665407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1031583860547665407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1031583860547665407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-this.html' title='post this.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2132880887602018479</id><published>2010-01-27T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:33:57.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat did i do wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S18StL6pUII/AAAAAAAAAvo/b9yoEaFHaTM/s1600-h/IMGP1115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431080243134288002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S18StL6pUII/AAAAAAAAAvo/b9yoEaFHaTM/s320/IMGP1115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APE SALAH AKU? Hine sgt ke aku ini dari pandangan orang laen. Kenape manusia begitu kejam. Kadangkala aku terfikir juga kenape aku berada di dunia ini. Walaupun itu bukan urusan aku, aku seharusnye bersyukur dapat menikmati kehidupan di dunia. tapi manusia2 itu sungguh kejam. sakit hati org yg mereka bicarakan tidak diendahkn.. walaupun berbadan gempal.. hati tetap sama. Aku juga seorang manusia.. Tak tau lah.. Aku tk tau apa yang mereka mahu daripada aku. Sudah masuk 4 kali mereka menyakiti hati aku. Tidakkah mereka berfikir sebelum berbicara? haiz.. aku sudah buntu. Walaupun berasa marah dan geram.. aku tidak boleh melakukan apa2. Biar saja mereka menghina aku. Satu hari nanti biar mereka mendapat balasannya.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; aku menangis. mengalir darah yang tak berwarna dari dua mataku ini. sakit hati bagai dicucuk2 duri yang tajam. Kalau mahu mengikuti kehendak dihati.. mahu memebalas segala kemarahan. tapi apakan daya.. aku tidak berhak. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku tahu siapa diriku di padagan mata kamu semua. Yang aku tahu sekarang. Matlamat adalah menamatkan pengajian aku di sekola dan mendapat keputusan yang mengembirakan kedua ibu bapa aku. Aku berharap.. perbuatan kebudakkan mereka itu tidak menghalang aku daripada merebut peluang untuk meraih sijil. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untuk mereka2 yg suka menghina org dari paras rupa.. cermin muka kamu sendiri.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2132880887602018479?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2132880887602018479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2132880887602018479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2132880887602018479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2132880887602018479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/01/wat-did-i-do-wrong.html' title='wat did i do wrong'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S18StL6pUII/AAAAAAAAAvo/b9yoEaFHaTM/s72-c/IMGP1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6545611839206295721</id><published>2010-01-23T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:41:48.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the random funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1rtLa-abKI/AAAAAAAAAvg/hUc24fQ1ovM/s1600-h/snapshot%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1rtLa-abKI/AAAAAAAAAvg/hUc24fQ1ovM/s320/snapshot%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429913081223998626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1rtLHvDgGI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Y6viTYs7jfA/s1600-h/snapshot%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1rtLHvDgGI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Y6viTYs7jfA/s320/snapshot%287%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429913076059308130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1rtKidK7eI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/S6J57_TR-Jg/s1600-h/snapshot%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1rtKidK7eI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/S6J57_TR-Jg/s320/snapshot%286%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429913066052185570" 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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1rtKfPV2cI/AAAAAAAAAvI/zwkz1PJOyHI/s1600-h/snapshot%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1rtKfPV2cI/AAAAAAAAAvI/zwkz1PJOyHI/s320/snapshot%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429913065188874690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sialah!! my face!!! hahahahahahahahahahahah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah... me and my cuzzins got nothin else better to do... its super&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; uh!!! my face is super &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. n thx to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss athirah syazana&lt;/span&gt;.. she can't stop laughing at my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face.... hahhahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atiqah.. i noe u'll be laughing..... i can seeee... baaaahhhh!!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~when i sleep i dream of the undreamable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6545611839206295721?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6545611839206295721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6545611839206295721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6545611839206295721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6545611839206295721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-funny.html' title='the random funny'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1rtLa-abKI/AAAAAAAAAvg/hUc24fQ1ovM/s72-c/snapshot%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1744192203549611142</id><published>2010-01-21T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:35:14.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique i guess..</title><content type='html'>i suddenly &lt;strong&gt;realised&lt;/strong&gt; i was "&lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;" when talking to &lt;strong&gt;mother&lt;/strong&gt; moments ago.. &lt;em&gt;sheesh&lt;/em&gt;.. wat a thought.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was talking about &lt;strong&gt;how u should wait for marrige n stuff&lt;/strong&gt; when watching this &lt;strong&gt;TV3&lt;/strong&gt; drama. That guy was so &lt;em&gt;itching&lt;/em&gt; to get that girl, den soon he &lt;strong&gt;marries&lt;/strong&gt; her without his parents concent. My mum was like " tis guy can't wait n nw he's married to tat girl n she's already pregnant.." i was &lt;em&gt;ooohh&lt;/em&gt;-ing most of the time. heard this thing &lt;strong&gt;over n over&lt;/strong&gt; -.- den i was chilishly &lt;em&gt;curious&lt;/em&gt; n ask her wats their &lt;strong&gt;age&lt;/strong&gt; in the show.. she told me that they were still &lt;strong&gt;very young&lt;/strong&gt; like not reaching their &lt;em&gt;tweenties&lt;/em&gt; yet.. den i give my mother the &lt;strong&gt;wth&lt;/strong&gt; look.. -.- i said " u cn say that they are around my age wat.. 18, 19.. u think im still &lt;em&gt;veeeryy&lt;/em&gt; young ah?" thats when i realise &lt;strong&gt;wat my words mean&lt;/strong&gt;t. jeesh.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M OLD!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -.- &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SVE test was.. &lt;strong&gt;okeh&lt;/strong&gt;.. coz i studied it for like about&lt;strong&gt; 4 times&lt;/strong&gt; on that chapter.. n still.. when the lecturer came in n told us.. "class.. hw bout we &lt;strong&gt;bring it to fridae&lt;/strong&gt; ? i bet u guys are still nt &lt;em&gt;ready&lt;/em&gt; right?!" i was like &lt;strong&gt;wth&lt;/strong&gt; man! just give us the &lt;strong&gt;damn test&lt;/strong&gt; already! plus she &lt;em&gt;bribed&lt;/em&gt; us telling that if we &lt;strong&gt;postponed&lt;/strong&gt; it to tommorrow we go home early todae yes or no?.. [nice &lt;em&gt;tactic&lt;/em&gt; uh cher..] we were &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alaaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-ing n &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;todaelaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-ing at her.. in the end, she &lt;strong&gt;we did the test aniwae&lt;/strong&gt;.. hah!! &lt;strong&gt;student win!!&lt;/strong&gt; never in my &lt;em&gt;history&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;education&lt;/strong&gt; life that i wanted the test to be done &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on my own will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hahahah *&lt;em&gt;head shaking&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im &lt;strong&gt;loving&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;em&gt;busyness&lt;/em&gt; abt skul lately. i noe u might be saying "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crazy ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" but yea.. &lt;em&gt;lovin&lt;/em&gt; it. not &lt;em&gt;literally love skul&lt;/em&gt; but the &lt;strong&gt;work&lt;/strong&gt; that was given. &lt;em&gt;Crazy&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh bdw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sumthin for my two frens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429184042707827074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1hWHy3RuYI/AAAAAAAAAvA/K8C2GTU0o9o/s320/frenz4ever.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when the darkness overtook the daylight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i noe that a day was spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lying on my bed wondering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how did my day went?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;smiles and laughter filled my thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i had a wonderful dae dispite the odds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thankful to them for bringing me sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thankful to them they for bringing love and kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they thought me that love was blind and alwaes will be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but never they say that love wasn't for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love them so dearily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thank you atiqah and shikin sincerely from me... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;em&gt;unique as i am&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1744192203549611142?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1744192203549611142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1744192203549611142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1744192203549611142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1744192203549611142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/01/unique-i-guess.html' title='Unique i guess..'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1hWFooOh2I/AAAAAAAAAug/2qh3VxaqoVc/s72-c/15570_199760793207_548268207_3049916_2905496_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3286034870840324417</id><published>2010-01-20T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:55:31.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call me when youre sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1cJpQE1vdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/T-E3yJYg0co/s1600-h/IMGP1044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428818480112975314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1cJpQE1vdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/T-E3yJYg0co/s320/IMGP1044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could i... have burn paradise..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could i... when you.... were NEVER MINE...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so dun cry to me.. if u love me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;u would be here... with me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dun lie to me.. just get your things...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've made up your mind....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snips of &lt;strong&gt;Evanesence&lt;/strong&gt; song playing in my mind for two daes now.. you noe why.. coz the most "&lt;em&gt;bizzare&lt;/em&gt;" thing happen in school &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; after my &lt;strong&gt;Physical fitness lesson&lt;/strong&gt;. The guy who &lt;strong&gt;ditched&lt;/strong&gt; me not too long ago like... i dunnoe.. ard &lt;em&gt;october or november&lt;/em&gt; last year just sumhw "&lt;em&gt;magically&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;appear&lt;/strong&gt; from the &lt;strong&gt;mist&lt;/strong&gt;. He text me. I practically &lt;strong&gt;drop on the floor&lt;/strong&gt; from the bench tat i was sitting [thankfully nt tat high from the floor] and &lt;strong&gt;uber shocked&lt;/strong&gt; when i dig in my bag to check my phone for &lt;em&gt;msgs&lt;/em&gt;.. my frens were like "nabilah, are you okeh?! wat happen??" den i let go of my phone &lt;em&gt;just like tat&lt;/em&gt; n atiqah picked it up.. n she was &lt;em&gt;uberly shocked&lt;/em&gt; as i was. she &lt;em&gt;insisted&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;replying&lt;/strong&gt; but as i had not read the msg at the start i sae "nvm i want to noe wat he sae.." den i look n... &lt;em&gt;phheww&lt;/em&gt;.. i cn feel &lt;strong&gt;adreneline rush passing through my body&lt;/strong&gt;. self talk to me n ask &lt;strong&gt;wat the hell does he want&lt;/strong&gt;. body still &lt;em&gt;shaking&lt;/em&gt; due to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after shock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;em&gt;afew&lt;/em&gt; msgs.. questioning me n me replying with full of &lt;strong&gt;sarcasm&lt;/strong&gt; come to one &lt;strong&gt;conclusion&lt;/strong&gt; that answered the &lt;em&gt;gut feeling&lt;/em&gt; that i had during the whole &lt;strong&gt;conversation&lt;/strong&gt;. There must be &lt;em&gt;sumthin&lt;/em&gt; that he wants. yup. n true enuf.. &lt;strong&gt;he wants to meet me n misses me&lt;/strong&gt;. like.. &lt;strong&gt;wth&lt;/strong&gt;??!! wats wrong man? &lt;strong&gt;u ditched me. just like that. left me with bruises in my eyes n heart.. u have the cheek of saying that u miss me n u want to meet? This is wat i call.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt; people...&lt;/strong&gt; when i was &lt;em&gt;crying&lt;/em&gt; like one mad person hoping for u to give me &lt;strong&gt;a chance&lt;/strong&gt;, u simply turn me &lt;strong&gt;away&lt;/strong&gt;. n now.. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;presume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that u &lt;em&gt;didnt receive&lt;/em&gt; what ure searching for after &lt;strong&gt;we broke up&lt;/strong&gt;, u come back..wow..&lt;strong&gt; standing ovation for u..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frankly speaking&lt;/strong&gt; n not lying.. i may have the &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; to talk to him but.. after &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;punching much sense that knocks on my brain..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i decided.. thats the &lt;strong&gt;allure&lt;/strong&gt; of stupid guy who just being a &lt;strong&gt;sicko&lt;/strong&gt;. sorie. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuf. &lt;strong&gt;hemmourhagering&lt;/strong&gt; myself &lt;strong&gt;won't do me any gud&lt;/strong&gt; aniwae so.. &lt;em&gt;watever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SVE test is like &lt;strong&gt;tmrw&lt;/strong&gt;. Housekeeping and CA3 of SVE &lt;strong&gt;on mondae&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;deadline&lt;/strong&gt; for project next week. A handfull huh.. yup.. but at &lt;em&gt;least im occupied&lt;/em&gt;. plus.. &lt;strong&gt;loan 4 books &lt;/strong&gt;from the library to get me more occupied. hahas. wat else.. &lt;strong&gt;vampires&lt;/strong&gt; are alwaes my choice of books no doubts. :D&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of vampires.. i read a chapter in the train this morning n &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it got me smiling like a.. mental person.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in front of me was a guy who accidentally was daydreaming till he saw me smiling.. i was soo.. &lt;em&gt;paisey&lt;/em&gt; i covered my face with my &lt;em&gt;uberly&lt;/em&gt; long hair.. haha. wth.. as long as i enjoy wat i read. its &lt;strong&gt;fine&lt;/strong&gt; man. Plus.. another guy standing infront of me, a &lt;strong&gt;dragonboater&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;miraculously&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sleeping&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;while standing up&lt;/strong&gt;. Speaking of &lt;em&gt;exhaustion&lt;/em&gt;.. pitty himm.. [but never give up the sit -.-] he's from &lt;strong&gt;SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ouh lastly.. finally gt my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;STRIKING GREEN YOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; volunteer shirt. hahas.. wee,,...!! ok time to shut up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/izYIO9VtjUs&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;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/izYIO9VtjUs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;em&gt;ain't worth my time...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-3286034870840324417?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3286034870840324417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3286034870840324417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3286034870840324417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3286034870840324417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/01/call-me-when-youre-sober.html' title='call me when youre sober'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S1cJpQE1vdI/AAAAAAAAAuU/T-E3yJYg0co/s72-c/IMGP1044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-7882191480918198626</id><published>2010-01-15T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:06:46.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i stop and stare</title><content type='html'>Shud i sae more when its proven ryte infront of me that we humans [me included] are the world's greatest actor and actresses. That &lt;strong&gt;emmy award&lt;/strong&gt; shud be given to every one man. Eh, even though im &lt;strong&gt;blur&lt;/strong&gt; like a &lt;em&gt;cuttlefish&lt;/em&gt; in the tin .. i noe wats happening around me. one after another. aiyoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdae's is approching like a few more hours and i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;plan-less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. jeeesh.. Got to noe that i had to &lt;strong&gt;babysit my sis coz everyone's going out&lt;/strong&gt;. ok i'm a boring person. but siting at home no vampire books to read i will go &lt;em&gt;mad&lt;/em&gt; ya noe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouhya.. i was &lt;em&gt;smiling&lt;/em&gt; to myself in the train like a stupid person tis morning coz of my &lt;em&gt;imagination&lt;/em&gt;. waaa thx eh.. &lt;strong&gt;OI JGN PIKIR KOTOR LA SEH!!&lt;/strong&gt; i was thinking about how hapie a girl would be when she found &lt;em&gt;her soulmate&lt;/em&gt;. i was actually listening to song, &lt;em&gt;future love&lt;/em&gt;. haha.. my &lt;strong&gt;cinderella story&lt;/strong&gt; havent come yet ah.. who wants an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ugly fugly girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like me. ryte? damn.. i have to wait long long.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me dunnoe wat else to blab... sumpah tk tau.. tapi pikiran. aaaah fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~let me learn how to be patient&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-7882191480918198626?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/7882191480918198626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=7882191480918198626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7882191480918198626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7882191480918198626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-stop-and-stare.html' title='i stop and stare'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8105788833225348503</id><published>2010-01-14T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:21:57.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when every song i play, i'll get in the mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S08uJ5K57NI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iU7OK84KYjc/s1600-h/hueg_headphones_by_x_Marionette_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426606823504997586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S08uJ5K57NI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iU7OK84KYjc/s320/hueg_headphones_by_x_Marionette_x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Without music, i will concider my world as nothing. It will be just a piece of blank paper, smacked ryte infront of my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where's the beat? Where's the rythem? No tempo? Guitars? Drums? Keyboards? Vocals? Where are they?? Wouldn't it be boring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Precisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Every morning heading for school, these ears are itchin to hear the songs listed in my MP3. So my headphones are my precious n mean soo much to me. Press the on button, select track, press play and i'll get n the mood.. ooouhh yeaaah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;HSM&lt;/strong&gt; test today [&lt;em&gt;sales n marketing&lt;/em&gt;] and i &lt;strong&gt;sucked&lt;/strong&gt;. Period. When u had only &lt;em&gt;24hrs&lt;/em&gt; on the clock to &lt;em&gt;hit&lt;/em&gt; the notes, dun bother to &lt;strong&gt;cram&lt;/strong&gt; all those &lt;strong&gt;words&lt;/strong&gt; in ur &lt;strong&gt;brain&lt;/strong&gt; humans. &lt;strong&gt;Seriously&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Ain't&lt;/em&gt; working. Even u're like, "&lt;em&gt;okeh i still have 3hrs to go before i snooze on my notes.. i still cn study now&lt;/em&gt;" heh! in tat &lt;strong&gt;3 hrs&lt;/strong&gt;.. i cn tell u guys that most of us only had &lt;strong&gt;1/3 of the concentration&lt;/strong&gt; n the rest.. &lt;strong&gt;ouh hell god noes where&lt;/strong&gt;.. hahas. &lt;strong&gt;Am i ryte or am i ryte?&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha Dun &lt;em&gt;bluff&lt;/em&gt; laaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soo.. lesson learnt, &lt;strong&gt;dun bother to try and cram all in ur brain in the last minute even u think u can.&lt;/strong&gt; U'll ended up blank and would be staring at the paper looking lost n helpless like &lt;strong&gt;patrick starfish&lt;/strong&gt; during the test humans.. Lmao. haha Ok &lt;strong&gt;MAYBE&lt;/strong&gt; u cn try to &lt;em&gt;squeeze&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;point&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;no difference&lt;/strong&gt;. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time.. &lt;strong&gt;study earlier&lt;/strong&gt;.. Goooons.. *&lt;em&gt;pointing to self too&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The class was &lt;strong&gt;half empty today&lt;/strong&gt;.. not half full ah..[ dun get confuse humans]. The mood for studying was like "&lt;em&gt;hell i dun bother n do my own stuff&lt;/em&gt;". yup. but &lt;em&gt;manage&lt;/em&gt; to focus &lt;em&gt;abit&lt;/em&gt;. At least an &lt;strong&gt;effort&lt;/strong&gt; though. hahs [ effort eyh.. haha.. ] I dun think tommorow is going to be full again.. wth.. &lt;strong&gt;it will never be full..&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha. its &lt;em&gt;funny&lt;/em&gt; when i &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; its funny... aiyoh.. ok i noe i'm full of nonsense..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;omg...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;omg...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes mummy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;fyne...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok my mum's like &lt;strong&gt;"nabilaaaaahh!!!! go to sleep now or tommorrow u'll be all grumpy and whining n complaing about u being tired! shut the computer now!!" but i'm still typing.. hehehe.. okok i think i gotta go.. sleep.. jeesh.. like kindergarten.. -.- "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~now the party won't start till i walk in...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8105788833225348503?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8105788833225348503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8105788833225348503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8105788833225348503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8105788833225348503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-every-song-i-play-ill-get-in-mood.html' title='when every song i play, i&apos;ll get in the mood'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S08uJ5K57NI/AAAAAAAAAuI/iU7OK84KYjc/s72-c/hueg_headphones_by_x_Marionette_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8446904538738882489</id><published>2010-01-11T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:54:05.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im proud of you sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S0sa-fvgRJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/4sXTXm0Nr-Y/s1600-h/raya+09-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425459837072852114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S0sa-fvgRJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/4sXTXm0Nr-Y/s320/raya+09-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O LEVEL RESULTS!! SHE PASSED AND IM PROUD OF HER!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;Athirah Syazana Bte Alias&lt;/strong&gt;.. I'm &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; of u for passing ur &lt;strong&gt;o level&lt;/strong&gt; and able to make it to polytechnic. Jeesh.. u dunnoe how &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hapie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i was for u. &lt;em&gt;Worried&lt;/em&gt; sick the whole dae in school and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anxious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to noe wat ur &lt;strong&gt;results&lt;/strong&gt; are. thanks to ur &lt;strong&gt;ppd&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;em&gt;alwaes forever low&lt;/em&gt;.. [haha] i couldnt contact u.. but as soon as i &lt;strong&gt;stepped&lt;/strong&gt; infront of ur house, got the news.. &lt;strong&gt;WEEE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;veryveryvery&lt;/em&gt; hapie for u sis! I noe that ure able to make it so.. yea &lt;strong&gt;gud job&lt;/strong&gt; :) &lt;strong&gt;HUGZ&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i noe u humans would be &lt;em&gt;wondering&lt;/em&gt; how many &lt;strong&gt;points&lt;/strong&gt; she gt.. well.. &lt;strong&gt;for me to noe.. for u to find out :P&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. its been &lt;em&gt;quite a while&lt;/em&gt; since i'm this hapie for &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; yea. well.. she is my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;childhood bestfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; till now. even she's my &lt;strong&gt;cuzzie&lt;/strong&gt;, to me, she's my &lt;strong&gt;sis&lt;/strong&gt; :) heee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouh yea.. to my other best fren.. &lt;strong&gt;NURATIQAH DANISHA FERNANDES NG&lt;/strong&gt;..[ nt her real name] haha.. i hope u'll get &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; alryte.. dun feel that all of ur &lt;strong&gt;dearest&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;families n frens are gonna leave u..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;we are here for u.. thru thick n thin. i bet shikin will. n so is ur brothers. :)&lt;/strong&gt; so dun feel that way ok beb? &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; ya sooo much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL WAS HEAVEN&lt;/strong&gt; without those &lt;em&gt;idiots&lt;/em&gt; in school.[ sorie for the language] even class was &lt;em&gt;uneven&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt;, i cn see &lt;strong&gt;peace and prosperity&lt;/strong&gt;.. [ -.- u think CNY ah?] yes ah! Ouh hell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had forgotten that &lt;strong&gt;tmrw&lt;/strong&gt; they'll be &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt;.. damn it la... f*** them. i get to enjoy for a day.. pfft..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~i'll be as blur as sotong but i aint stupid.&lt;/em&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/4035489391914007084-8446904538738882489?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8446904538738882489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8446904538738882489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8446904538738882489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8446904538738882489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-proud-of-you-sis.html' title='Im proud of you sis'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S0sa-fvgRJI/AAAAAAAAAuA/4sXTXm0Nr-Y/s72-c/raya+09-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6228093568440438126</id><published>2010-01-06T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:51:55.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy yet loads on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S0SfqO92FzI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ytf72xtzABY/s1600-h/emo-pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423635399181735730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S0SfqO92FzI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ytf72xtzABY/s320/emo-pillow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a &lt;strong&gt;tiring&lt;/strong&gt; day and i'm &lt;strong&gt;damn sleepy&lt;/strong&gt; but &lt;em&gt;enable&lt;/em&gt; to rest myself on my &lt;strong&gt;comfy pillow&lt;/strong&gt;. sadness... &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; i'm not &lt;em&gt;crying&lt;/em&gt;. Just &lt;strong&gt;too much&lt;/strong&gt; in my mind. [Ain't emo 24/7 ya noe.. well &lt;em&gt;practically&lt;/em&gt;..]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANW&lt;/strong&gt;.. school's been.. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GREAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" especially with the  "&lt;em&gt;suprising&lt;/em&gt;" test dates &lt;strong&gt;popping&lt;/strong&gt; up when u were just about to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clear the holidae mode in the brain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. hell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems that me and my adoringly sweet &lt;strong&gt;sisters&lt;/strong&gt; are facing much of a problems of our &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt;. One after another.. It &lt;strong&gt;isnt&lt;/strong&gt; a gud way to &lt;strong&gt;start off 2010&lt;/strong&gt; ya noe darlings.. but wat cn we do? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I noe in my heart that each and everyone of us are strong enuf to combat this struggle that we are facing and i believe u gurls :) Take it one at a time alryte :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yaaaaaaawwwn*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think.. i gt to &lt;em&gt;hit&lt;/em&gt; the bed now.. damn my head is &lt;strong&gt;pounding&lt;/strong&gt;. Like sumone hit me with a &lt;strong&gt;hammer&lt;/strong&gt;. [Aiyoh!] kk.. nites humans..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~i noe where i stand in this society. i noe im not beautiful enuf to compete. But at least i appreciate watever i have n try my best to be someone positive..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6228093568440438126?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6228093568440438126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6228093568440438126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6228093568440438126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6228093568440438126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepy-yet-loads-on-my-mind.html' title='sleepy yet loads on my mind'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/S0SfqO92FzI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ytf72xtzABY/s72-c/emo-pillow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2188443241948954304</id><published>2010-01-05T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:03:02.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let alone take its time</title><content type='html'>Ferst post of 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wanita Cantik yg suka Menangis... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seorang anak laki-laki kecil bertanya kepada ibunya 'Mengapa engkau menangis?' 'Kerana aku seorang wanita', kata sang ibu kepadanya. 'Aku tidak mengerti', kata anak itu. Ibunya hanya memeluknya dan berkata, 'Dan kau tak akan pernah mengerti' Kemudian anak laki-laki itu bertanya kepada ayahnya, 'Mengapa ibu suka menangis tanpa alasan?' 'Semua wanita menangis tanpa alasan', hanya itu yang dapat dikatakan oleh ayahnya. Anak laki-laki kecil itu pun lalu tumbuh menjadi seorang laki-laki dewasa, tetap ingin tahu mengapa wanita menangis. Akhirnya ia menghubungi Tuhan, dan ia bertanya, 'Tuhan, mengapa wanita begitu mudah menangis?' Allah berfirman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Aku menciptakan seorang wanita, ia diharuskan untuk menjadi seorang yang istimewa. Aku membuat bahunya cukup kuat untuk menopang dunia; namun, harus cukup lembut untuk memberikan kenyamanan ' 'Aku memberikannya kekuatan dari dalam untuk mampu melahirkan anak dan menerima penolakan yang seringkali datang dari anak-anaknya ' 'Aku memberinya kekerasan untuk membuatnya tetap tegar ketika orang-orang lain menyerah, dan mengasuh keluarganya dengan penderitaan dan kelelahan tanpa mengeluh ' 'Aku memberinya kepekaan untuk mencintai anak-anaknya dalam setiap keadaan, bahkan ketika anaknya bersikap sangat menyakiti hatinya ' 'Aku memberinya kekuatan untuk mendukung suaminya dalam kegagalannya dan melengkapi dengan tulang rusuk suaminya untuk melindungi hatinya ' 'Aku memberinya kebijaksanaan untuk mengetahui bahwa seorang suami yang baik takkan pernah menyakiti isterinya, tetapi kadang menguji kekuatannya dan ketetapan hatinya untuk berada disisi suaminya tanpa ragu' 'Dan akhirnya, Aku memberinya air mata untuk dititiskan. Ini adalah khusus miliknya untuk digunakan bilapun ia perlukan.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Kau tahu: Kecantikan seorang wanita bukanlah dari pakaian yang dikenakannya, susuk yang ia tampilkan, atau bagaimana ia menyisir rambutnya.' 'Kecantikan seorang wanita harus dilihat dari matanya, kerana itulah pintu hatinya ' tempat dimana cinta itu ada.&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When humans have &lt;strong&gt;doubts&lt;/strong&gt; to clarify, through &lt;strong&gt;verbal is best&lt;/strong&gt;. When it's the &lt;em&gt;only choice&lt;/em&gt; that u have, and it has been &lt;em&gt;taken away&lt;/em&gt;, what else can u do? Probably cry ur hearts out was an another &lt;em&gt;option&lt;/em&gt; for some. But what if even crying couldn't do much of a &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt;, what else is there for u to do? Well, for &lt;strong&gt;muslims&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;Pray&lt;/strong&gt; that is.. and have much &lt;strong&gt;patience&lt;/strong&gt;. I dunnoe bout other religons [its a complex thing].&lt;br /&gt;For me as an &lt;em&gt;individual&lt;/em&gt; that i am, i would prefer &lt;strong&gt;crying&lt;/strong&gt;. [yea2.. emo crap. watever.] I will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; say my tears are a &lt;em&gt;waste&lt;/em&gt;. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; every tiny droplets formed from my eyes. It shows every &lt;em&gt;burden&lt;/em&gt;, or i shall sae &lt;em&gt;problem&lt;/em&gt; in my &lt;strong&gt;mind&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt; has been let go and i will &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt;. Crying &lt;strong&gt;isn't a crime&lt;/strong&gt;. Coz it shows how that person &lt;em&gt;isnt&lt;/em&gt; able to describe how &lt;em&gt;difficult&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;challenging&lt;/em&gt; one's going thru until it &lt;strong&gt;could not&lt;/strong&gt; be build up into &lt;strong&gt;words&lt;/strong&gt;. Talking is &lt;strong&gt;cheap&lt;/strong&gt;. Human beings are &lt;strong&gt;designed&lt;/strong&gt; to talk. [God Almighty]. But sumtimes words that came out from a humans mouth &lt;em&gt;isn't&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pleasent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for other humans to hear. It might &lt;strong&gt;hurt or discourage feelings or even trigger another humans temper.&lt;/strong&gt;. Then it will be another problem building up on ur shoulder. Well, isnt that what humans do? &lt;em&gt;Mistakes after mistakes&lt;/em&gt;. We &lt;em&gt;can't run &lt;/em&gt;from them. Ryte? So, let me ask u. would u rather talk or cry? hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being said so, i just &lt;em&gt;can't help&lt;/em&gt; myself not to cry when &lt;strong&gt;a human&lt;/strong&gt; tat most of my frens noe [not really that close], said sumthin &lt;em&gt;hurtful&lt;/em&gt; for me to hear todae. Though, i think that human &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;didn't realise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or have the heart to &lt;em&gt;keep it's comments to itself&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Say me sensitive i dun care&lt;/strong&gt;. I find it &lt;strong&gt;rude&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though "&lt;em&gt;the truth hurts&lt;/em&gt;" like &lt;strong&gt;that human&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;said&lt;/strong&gt;.. I dun think other's hear it but &lt;strong&gt;god gave me ears and i can hear&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I'm not deaf&lt;/strong&gt;. it has &lt;em&gt;mindset&lt;/em&gt; of a &lt;strong&gt;child&lt;/strong&gt; rather then a &lt;strong&gt;young adult&lt;/strong&gt;. I tried to centre myself after hearing it. Though sumhow i &lt;em&gt;failed&lt;/em&gt; doing so.. [ my face tells it all] i kept myself &lt;em&gt;quiet&lt;/em&gt;. I dun wan to make a &lt;strong&gt;fuss&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll &lt;strong&gt;prove&lt;/strong&gt; to that human wrong one dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait for it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, when a&lt;em&gt; human doesn't appreciate another person's kindness and heart to care&lt;/em&gt;, is there such moment where that human &lt;strong&gt;need to give a hurtful statement stating otherwise?&lt;/strong&gt; For me. &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;. If that person has not hear the reason or clarify about "&lt;em&gt;the odd attitude&lt;/em&gt;", giving such statement is &lt;strong&gt;bullpoop&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously. &lt;strong&gt;Think&lt;/strong&gt; about it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every actions has its reasons. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Especially the &lt;strong&gt;finger is pointing at me&lt;/strong&gt;. When &lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt; is an &lt;em&gt;issue&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;u can resolve&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, isn't that &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; reason for me to cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hate me if u do. But whatever i've said is the truth. Say i'm sensative. But atleast i can feel emotions. Despise me when u look at me. Isn't every human is created by god?, and i'm one of His creation and i'm special in my own way. Backstabb me. But dun u noe? karma will work it's way around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~i shall ignore. but patience has its limits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2188443241948954304?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2188443241948954304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2188443241948954304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2188443241948954304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2188443241948954304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-alone-take-its-time.html' title='Let alone take its time'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6747434541920451236</id><published>2009-12-31T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:15:20.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion for 2009. welcoming 2010?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SzykHjyBgZI/AAAAAAAAAtw/vJnbZcYepKo/s1600-h/2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421388501218328978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SzykHjyBgZI/AAAAAAAAAtw/vJnbZcYepKo/s320/2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few more hours to &lt;em&gt;2010&lt;/em&gt;.. practically im &lt;strong&gt;stuck&lt;/strong&gt; here [home] while others are at &lt;strong&gt;countdown parties or sumthin celebrating&lt;/strong&gt;.. hmms. &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; suprised eh. Well aniwae.. i still got to blog. yeay.. [dun expect me to be excited in a wae when i'm missin' all the fun out there.. sheesh..] ok shuddup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009 was an &lt;em&gt;overwhelming&lt;/em&gt; year for me. yup. I've grown to be an &lt;strong&gt;individual&lt;/strong&gt; where i myself dun expect it will happen. heh.. &lt;strong&gt;Event after event after event&lt;/strong&gt;, occured in my life. &lt;em&gt;Testing&lt;/em&gt; me. From the beginning of the year till ryte at this moment im typing this words. *&lt;em&gt;head shaking&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life in 2009 was actually a &lt;strong&gt;challenging&lt;/strong&gt; year for me. summerising them into:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; break-ups [yup u see it ryte], &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;joined &lt;strong&gt;ITE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worst &lt;strong&gt;food poisoning i&lt;/strong&gt; have ever had, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;did a &lt;strong&gt;scary nite walk&lt;/strong&gt; during madrasah camp thingy[ tat seriously challenged my iman man..], &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got &lt;strong&gt;possesed&lt;/strong&gt; after nite walk [ damn scary.. ],&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lies&lt;/strong&gt; [ diff types &amp;amp; ALOT.. sheesh],&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[i'm gonna sae this in one breath], &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;superdamnirritatingmotherfuckerbusterdsidotjerksassholesweettalkerbabiliar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i've meet [mind my language sorie. heh],&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stressful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [lots of self thinking untill NOW],&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;managing &lt;strong&gt;anger&lt;/strong&gt; [hell yea..]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; issues,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Low &lt;strong&gt;self-esteem&lt;/strong&gt; [ im trying to figure things out kay..],&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OKAE ALMOST FORGET ABOUT &lt;strong&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;!! [ waat.. my imaginations are better okeh when reading books.. so u humans go and read a book!].&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmm.. i think thats all.. not sure if there's more but yup those are the &lt;em&gt;major&lt;/em&gt; ones. soo..... ouhya.... i turned &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;... hmm.. not much of a difference eyh.. u think i'm excited for &lt;em&gt;19&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;hell no.&lt;/strong&gt; Getting older &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;freaks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;out, but who is able to stop ryte? Just have ta &lt;em&gt;adapt&lt;/em&gt; then. Humans "&lt;em&gt;have a piece of me&lt;/em&gt;" too in 2009. Met wonderfull &lt;strong&gt;frens in ITE. ATIQAH, SHIKIN, MIRAH, SHAI, MUZ, NISA, KAK PAH, SAFI, TRACY, STEFFI.. &lt;/strong&gt;sorie if i missed out some names.. but theres a bunch of u guys that made my &lt;strong&gt;life wonderful in ITE&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks guys. :) Old frens are &lt;strong&gt;not to be forgotten.. MUSFIRAH, NAQEAH, ADILAH, HIDAYAH, AFIFAH, AISYAH, YASMIN, ZAWIYAH, NORIMAH, SUFEN, LYDIA..&lt;/strong&gt; sorie again if i missed out some of u.. these people who grew up with me in secondary school &lt;em&gt;knew me inside n out. &lt;/em&gt;Never i will forget u guys. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well lets &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;chapter for 2009&lt;/strong&gt;.. Let &lt;em&gt;bygones be bygones&lt;/em&gt;.. [yea ryte...] gahah.. hopefully la.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall not make any &lt;em&gt;resolutions&lt;/em&gt; this year.. coz i dun think i did complete my previous list.. haha. [as if u guys do..] &lt;strong&gt;OUH2!! PASS HIGHER NITEC!! ITS A MUST!&lt;/strong&gt; lols.. I just hope watever comes in 2010,&lt;em&gt; i will be able to go thru like how i did for 2009.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I SURVIVED 2009!!! WOOO!! &lt;/strong&gt;I'm actually &lt;em&gt;excited&lt;/em&gt; for 2010.. i dunnoe.. but to me.. its &lt;strong&gt;sumthin that i want to noe n u to find out. &lt;/strong&gt;haha! [ waaat.. got chance to meet "new ppl"[guys] waat..] *&lt;em&gt;singing beyonce song&lt;/em&gt;* all the single ladies! 0.0 wth.. hahaha &lt;em&gt;pinch&lt;/em&gt; me. :P &lt;strong&gt;BLUWEKS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~i seriously have to forget my past....bye 2009.. i miss u.. muah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6747434541920451236?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6747434541920451236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6747434541920451236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6747434541920451236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6747434541920451236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/12/conclusion-for-2009-welcoming-2010.html' title='Conclusion for 2009. welcoming 2010?'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SzykHjyBgZI/AAAAAAAAAtw/vJnbZcYepKo/s72-c/2010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6154651969235071057</id><published>2009-12-29T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:18:51.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming bout him.. haaa.. SEZAIRI SEZALI &amp; TAUFIK BATISAH!!! hot stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XaYXXSw8p2c&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/XaYXXSw8p2c&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cyzX0v8zwqI&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/cyzX0v8zwqI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/15b5V7MLemc&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/15b5V7MLemc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4M3b0phUi6M&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/4M3b0phUi6M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pPi6GwEUQ74&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/pPi6GwEUQ74&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6oav6hqI4s&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/x6oav6hqI4s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEZAIRI SEZAIRI SEZAIRI SEZARI SEZAIRI!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ok shuddup... Hmm.. ok...  NO I WONT!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEZAIRI SEZAIRI SEZAIRI SEZAIRI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i &lt;em&gt;dun care&lt;/em&gt; for how many times i want to sae his name..  i &lt;strong&gt;aint&lt;/strong&gt; gonna be &lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt; of it! na uh! haaaa... *&lt;em&gt;dreamy eyes&lt;/em&gt;* hell.. i think.. i've &lt;em&gt;fallen&lt;/em&gt; for him... [in malay.. &lt;em&gt;jatuh gedebuk mcm nangke busok.. &lt;/em&gt;lol]  &lt;strong&gt;BIG TIME!&lt;/strong&gt; he's &lt;strong&gt;super cute thing&lt;/strong&gt; la he.. &lt;em&gt;awww&lt;/em&gt;... Its damn a gud thing he &lt;strong&gt;won&lt;/strong&gt;!! wooo!!! and &lt;em&gt;ouhmysweetvamp&lt;/em&gt; he's making me fall for him even more &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everytime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he sings.. i tell ya.. even &lt;strong&gt;taufik is hot&lt;/strong&gt; and all but sezairi is &lt;strong&gt;major cuter&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;sincere&lt;/strong&gt; in singing.. *&lt;em&gt;all dreamy again&lt;/em&gt;* actually he reminds me of someone i noe.. i think.. [maybe tats the reason.. hmm..] anw.. &lt;strong&gt;I JUST LOVE HIM SING&lt;/strong&gt;! i &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; he would &lt;em&gt;sing for me&lt;/em&gt;.. [ eh hello.. tats like impossible -.-] nevertheless, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i heart u sezairi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. *&lt;em&gt;hand gestures&lt;/em&gt;* [ im like a typical crazy girl who cnt stop idolising a singer aren't i... -.- hmm thought so.. ] I dun care :) i like it :) hee hee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok i &lt;em&gt;practically&lt;/em&gt; toss a &lt;strong&gt;pillow&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;shouted&lt;/strong&gt; when he was announced the winner man! i told myself and my mum that..[singing] "&lt;em&gt;i gotta a feelin' wooohoooo.. that tonite's gonna be a gud nite.. tat tonite's gonna be a gud gud nite.. feelin'...&lt;/em&gt; " Wooohooo and i was rite....! hehe.. i dunnoe why but when he started his &lt;strong&gt;vocals&lt;/strong&gt; in the opening, i already noe whos the &lt;em&gt;ultimate&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;winner&lt;/strong&gt;. not that sylvia's aint gud [she is gud] but my gut feeling already sae's its sezairi. &lt;strong&gt;Period&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn i enjoyed the whole finale :D couldnt stop &lt;em&gt;grinning&lt;/em&gt; infront of the teevee throughout all the performances that they had put up. Like i sae taufik is &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt;. *&lt;em&gt;fanning myself&lt;/em&gt;* His moves are damn f&lt;em&gt;iiii&lt;/em&gt;ne.. But &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; sezairi [whoa "my" seh!!] is &lt;strong&gt;better&lt;/strong&gt; laaa.. in a &lt;em&gt;cuter&lt;/em&gt; way.. heehee.. [perasaan ni minah.] Ouhya!! i couldnt stop &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gawking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at sezairi's specs.. damn they are cool!! he has many specs, &lt;em&gt;no?&lt;/em&gt; i like his 1st performance when he sings &lt;strong&gt;virtual insanity&lt;/strong&gt; and he puts on that &lt;strong&gt;half framed specs&lt;/strong&gt;. he looks.. &lt;strong&gt;ouhmysweetvamp CUTE!! sumpah cute&lt;/strong&gt;. even my mum said so. den when he sings &lt;strong&gt;'crazy'&lt;/strong&gt; im like.. "yea.. im crazy.. bout u laa seeeh... whoaa.. u &lt;em&gt;melting&lt;/em&gt; me u noe..." yup. i said that. den the last song 'touched by an angel', it made me like so.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;whoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like that.[wth does "whoaa.." mean -.-]  i dunnoe how to describe. haha. ok i think i shuld stop &lt;em&gt;babbling&lt;/em&gt; about him ryte.. ok. hmm. :D heeee.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~giving a second chance isnt tat bad. up to u to receive and cherish it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6154651969235071057?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6154651969235071057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6154651969235071057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6154651969235071057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6154651969235071057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreaming-bout-him-haaa-sezairi-sezali.html' title='Dreaming bout him.. haaa.. SEZAIRI SEZALI &amp; TAUFIK BATISAH!!! hot stuff'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3055899097178681270</id><published>2009-12-26T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T00:46:33.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soo random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4Xci2YSxqE&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/k4Xci2YSxqE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heya.. Feelin' &lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt; so i decided to watch tis video tat many of u humans may have watched before. Laughed abit. haha. Its about how maly singaporeans are &lt;em&gt;stereotyped&lt;/em&gt;. cute video.. but sum parts i &lt;em&gt;disagree&lt;/em&gt;. i mean not in a serious maner la.. but wat really happens in the &lt;strong&gt;real life&lt;/strong&gt; is totally different that wat the video says.. but overall its &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ouh!! I forgot to tell u guys.. my auntie recently told me that she.. [hear tis..get ready for it.. get ready...] &lt;strong&gt;she has tickets for the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGAPORE IDOL FINAL SHOWDOWN BETWEEN SEZAIRI AND SYLVIA!!&lt;/span&gt; yea!!&lt;/strong&gt; and im not going...... pfft.. sadly my auntie has to bring my cuz[ her elder daughter 16 yrs] and her youngest daughter to the show coz she was crying when she heard she's not going.. hmm.. she's onlie 9 yrs. -.- ok nvm.. but another sad thing is.. she has &lt;strong&gt;ticket seats tat supports sylvia.&lt;/strong&gt; on the other hand my cuz supports &lt;em&gt;sezairi&lt;/em&gt;.. well.. she told me tat &lt;em&gt;sezairi's fans&lt;/em&gt; are going to be wearing &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while sylvia in white.. so she decided to wear both instead. hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Green top white bottom&lt;/em&gt;. lols. Wat diff does it make.. *&lt;em&gt;head shaking&lt;/em&gt;* Anw, i dunnoe who's gonna win the title tis sun but &lt;em&gt;hopefully sezairi&lt;/em&gt;.. if its sylvia.. i dun mind too. Both are equally talented yea? ouh and i heard sezairi sang on radio last thursdae damn he was guuuud... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;made my hairs stand..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; he sang &lt;strong&gt;sundae morning&lt;/strong&gt;. Wish i recorded it.. or &lt;em&gt;hear him sing live beside me&lt;/em&gt;. awww.. damn &lt;strong&gt;i love it&lt;/strong&gt;! haha if i have&lt;strong&gt; A PROPER PHONE&lt;/strong&gt;. [ ehem.. daddy.. new phone plis.. :D] &lt;em&gt;i will make his voice as my wake up call/morning alarm&lt;/em&gt;.. so tat every morning i have &lt;em&gt;sumone singing for me&lt;/em&gt;.. haaaa... izint tat sweet or wat?! haha.. [DREAM ON LAAA!!!!] *&lt;em&gt;smack the head&lt;/em&gt;* hahaha.. berangan je. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still having my headaches &lt;strong&gt;on and off&lt;/strong&gt;. The 'on' button will be when im thinking &lt;em&gt;too much&lt;/em&gt; of sumthin. It will turn 'off' when... when... hmm.. when ehs... [i didnt turn off did it... -.-] umm.. when... [even.. when i'm asleep it didnt..] when.. i think, when i got sumthin else that &lt;em&gt;distracted&lt;/em&gt; me from &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt;.. i think... sheesh. terok man. [u cn say tat again.. *&lt;em&gt;smirks&lt;/em&gt;*]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My nenek sedare just came back from &lt;strong&gt;mecca&lt;/strong&gt; [haj] last thursdae and the whole family &lt;em&gt;turun padang&lt;/em&gt; at the &lt;strong&gt;airport&lt;/strong&gt; to fetch her at &lt;strong&gt;Terminal&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Booy.. there were phew! &lt;strong&gt;ALOOT&lt;/strong&gt; of people there. yup. Got &lt;em&gt;souviners&lt;/em&gt; too! hehe. i got this cool &lt;em&gt;dress that has a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;hoodie&lt;/em&gt; at the back.. hahas cute. and my fav item.. &lt;strong&gt;INAI!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; damn im gonna use it. hehe. nenek has a box of it and she gave me two inai. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks nenek and nek nah[ the one who went for haj]. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well.. i gt to &lt;em&gt;sleep&lt;/em&gt; now.. its 12.40 am.. :) miss my &lt;strong&gt;frens&lt;/strong&gt;!!! ok random.. but &lt;strong&gt;I REALLY MISS THEM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~hmm. shud i go with the plan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-3055899097178681270?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3055899097178681270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3055899097178681270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3055899097178681270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3055899097178681270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/12/soo-random.html' title='soo random'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1760097447546485929</id><published>2009-12-21T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:22:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fakin' it humans.. just fakin' it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Sy9ZwXzIVWI/AAAAAAAAAto/NGIdh6s0oZ0/s1600-h/depressed__by_acupofcoffe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417647564307060066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Sy9ZwXzIVWI/AAAAAAAAAto/NGIdh6s0oZ0/s320/depressed__by_acupofcoffe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;em&gt;knocking head with fists&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn it &lt;strong&gt;casual&lt;/strong&gt; headaches are killing me. I dunnoe wats wrong with me. &lt;em&gt;aaargghh&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i sae i was super happie for two daes &lt;strong&gt;straight&lt;/strong&gt;, will u humans buy it from me? hmm.. &lt;strong&gt;NAAH&lt;/strong&gt;.. im guessing nope. My humans won't believe i &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; be hapie for two daes &lt;em&gt;straight&lt;/em&gt;. I'm &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt; ryte.. hahs *&lt;em&gt;smirks&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly i did.. &lt;strong&gt;fakingly&lt;/strong&gt; happie for two daes. Yesterday and todae. Wow.. wat an &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;achievement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; huh.. &lt;em&gt;puh-leaseee&lt;/em&gt;. hahs. Cheerfullness has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;possesed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me all of a sudden. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Optimism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was suddenly &lt;em&gt;over-powering&lt;/em&gt; me.. MyG&lt;strong&gt;OOOO&lt;/strong&gt;SH.. &lt;em&gt;Smiling&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;singing&lt;/em&gt; merrily like a &lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;women&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;IMH&lt;/strong&gt;. Plus dun forget i &lt;strong&gt;talked to myself alot too&lt;/strong&gt;. Speaking of mad huh. Wondered why the guards or the doctors at IMH didn't noticed that one of their patient wondered off alone. hmm.. must be the &lt;em&gt;techniques&lt;/em&gt; i learnt from &lt;strong&gt;Mas Slamat&lt;/strong&gt; worked. Ha ha! *grins* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K &lt;strong&gt;LAME&lt;/strong&gt;. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was sooo &lt;em&gt;enthusiastic&lt;/em&gt; for the picnic yesterday with my family. &lt;strong&gt;Nenek &amp;amp; Auntie&lt;/strong&gt; was suprised when i sae i wanted to play withe sea water and sand. haha.. Dunnoe wat got into me. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed to my 3/4 shorts den head off to the beach. whoa.. like &lt;em&gt;no childhood&lt;/em&gt; sia.  ok i did have one okeh but this one was a &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; case . -.- [ok watever.] after getting myself &lt;em&gt;drenched&lt;/em&gt; knee down[ and &lt;strong&gt;butt&lt;/strong&gt; too.. urgh! ], played sand castle with little nephew &lt;strong&gt;MIKAIL&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; all sticky.. i washed up at around 6pm den my whole family headed to &lt;strong&gt;Beach Road&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;dinner&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;yummm&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had &lt;strong&gt;Nasi Goreng with Ikan Asin&lt;/strong&gt; [omg heaven sia!] and &lt;strong&gt;Bandung blend&lt;/strong&gt; [which look extremely tempting and ouhso delicious with whip cream on top.... HEAVEN !!!!] yea.. &lt;em&gt;sedaaap&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I practically was &lt;strong&gt;dancing&lt;/strong&gt; la when i get my food and drink.. Especially my drink.. When my uncles and aunties saw wat i orderd.. they were like "WHOAAAA... SAPE PUNYE TUUU.." i just smiled and [ i can sae my &lt;strong&gt;eyes&lt;/strong&gt; did &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sparkled&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ] danced... yea.. i&lt;strong&gt; was busy dancing to notice if anyone else noticing me dancing&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha. Waaaat im hapie to eat u noe.. see la my &lt;em&gt;body&lt;/em&gt; :D heee heee.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den todae.. i was so eager to noe about the &lt;strong&gt;Survior winner&lt;/strong&gt;. Waited and waited for &lt;strong&gt;3pm&lt;/strong&gt; for tat show. AND &lt;strong&gt;natalie&lt;/strong&gt; won! [Thank god that russell didn't. shhessh. that &lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt;. hate him sia.] ouhya.. &lt;strong&gt;Brett was damn f-ing cute&lt;/strong&gt;.. heees.. too bad he didn't wont the last immunity challange.. i guess he's the one who could be winning the &lt;strong&gt;ONE MILLION DOLLAR&lt;/strong&gt; in his hands, if that patung didnt drop off tat pole. &lt;em&gt;wasted&lt;/em&gt; man.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for tat show.. i &lt;strong&gt;sang&lt;/strong&gt;.. [yeap again.. see my true madness red handed] as loud as my &lt;em&gt;vocal&lt;/em&gt; cords could handle. haha.. I was singing to Future Love by Kristina Debrage, I Wanted You by Ina, Broken Hearted Girl by Beyonce, S.O.S by Jordan Sparks, Tick Tock by Keisha, War by Jay Sean and Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EMO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahas.. but sumhow i was hapie.. like i told u humans... i'm &lt;em&gt;sick in the head&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a fren.. I'm just gonna act &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt;. yup. tats pretty much im gonna sae to u. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~in couple of years im gonna noe ur name.. my future love..&lt;/em&gt;  aha...&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/4035489391914007084-1760097447546485929?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1760097447546485929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1760097447546485929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1760097447546485929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1760097447546485929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/12/fakin-it-humans-just-fakin-it.html' title='Fakin&apos; it humans.. just fakin&apos; it...'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Sy9ZwXzIVWI/AAAAAAAAAto/NGIdh6s0oZ0/s72-c/depressed__by_acupofcoffe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1943955815654976993</id><published>2009-12-19T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:26:18.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhh yess</title><content type='html'>i'm just speechless towards someone's &lt;strong&gt;action&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mindset&lt;/strong&gt;. Grow up. hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1943955815654976993?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1943955815654976993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1943955815654976993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1943955815654976993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1943955815654976993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/12/uhh-yess.html' title='uhh yess'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6875633298080548182</id><published>2009-12-18T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:43:21.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>I'm not really in the mood to blog really. Thanks to a "&lt;em&gt;masalah problem&lt;/em&gt;" that i'm facing. haiz.. &lt;strong&gt;Major&lt;/strong&gt; headache humans.. Feel like &lt;strong&gt;knocking my head against the wall&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And that "&lt;em&gt;masalah problem&lt;/em&gt;" isnt mine. Its sumone elses.. so dun think that im &lt;em&gt;problematic&lt;/em&gt; everytime i post something in my blog. Ok &lt;strong&gt;thanks&lt;/strong&gt; for understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want now is a real &lt;strong&gt;vacation&lt;/strong&gt; where no one will be able to disturb me. Add a &lt;strong&gt;vampire&lt;/strong&gt; beside me will do, thanks. :D or better.. &lt;strong&gt;JACOB&lt;/strong&gt;.  *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooked &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;spaghetti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; myself todae for &lt;em&gt;dinner&lt;/em&gt;. Im &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt; of myself. &lt;strong&gt;Yeay me!&lt;/strong&gt; =) But &lt;em&gt;chef&lt;/em&gt; a.k.a my mum, sae it cn be &lt;em&gt;improved&lt;/em&gt;. And i will. &lt;em&gt;Mother-in- law&lt;/em&gt; will be soo proud of me.. heee. OK &lt;strong&gt;IM NT ATTACHED IM JUST SAYING OK HUMANS.. THOSE GIRLS DUNNOW HOW TO COOK, THEY SHOULD. NO USE MARRYING IF U DUNNOE HOW TO COOK EVEN RICE! HELLO! STAPLE FOOD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  ok so dun gt me wrong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~not giving up n i'll prove it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6875633298080548182?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6875633298080548182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6875633298080548182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6875633298080548182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6875633298080548182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/12/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-4149005454696852406</id><published>2009-12-16T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:51:22.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhh ok i guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Syj4sTeak0I/AAAAAAAAAtg/wGWrA53SOUo/s1600-h/15570_199761008207_548268207_3049941_4121282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415851991938798402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Syj4sTeak0I/AAAAAAAAAtg/wGWrA53SOUo/s320/15570_199761008207_548268207_3049941_4121282_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sick after watch new moon with cuzzins yesterdae. Yeap u heard me. Just watched the movie. Im down with flu ryte at the moment n im not liking it one bit. Sneezing and sneezing till my nose hurts. and.. *look at mirror* i swear i look like a raindeer. -.- omg... tis sucks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sniffing* i cnt even smell.. GREAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouhya.. received many2 pics of bbq frm peeps. i cn sae my face suckz to the core whenever i see my face candid. hah. ok. one some my face ok. i dun care a shit uh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supposedly ive changed my blogskin toda but seeing all the skins.. its nt tat get me interested with their functions and all. u noe me. alwaes go for the too much stuff in the blog. hah. i like tat kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i couldnt stand ani longer. my head is spinning like a top. i think the bed is calling me. so cherio..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~confused and i dun bother attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-4149005454696852406?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/4149005454696852406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=4149005454696852406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4149005454696852406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4149005454696852406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/12/uhhh-ok-i-guess.html' title='uhhh ok i guess'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Syj4sTeak0I/AAAAAAAAAtg/wGWrA53SOUo/s72-c/15570_199761008207_548268207_3049941_4121282_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1640471959475621296</id><published>2009-12-13T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:42:22.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon u.. Queen..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X60KwLs5Qpc&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/X60KwLs5Qpc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grown ups&lt;/em&gt; are just &lt;strong&gt;messed up&lt;/strong&gt;. Frankly and sadly, they are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember how they used to teach u when u were in &lt;em&gt;kindergarten&lt;/em&gt;, how to respect others nomatter how old or young they are? Bottom line is u &lt;strong&gt;RESPECT&lt;/strong&gt; others. Am i ryte? Well the grown ups seemed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the rules themselves i might sae. Sadly..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To me, what i think is &lt;strong&gt;fair&lt;/strong&gt; [ even heard from waht others sae ] that &lt;em&gt;if grown ups respect u, u will respect them exactly how they do the same to u.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;correct me if im wrong humans&lt;/strong&gt;. well.. sadly i dun get that way.. sheesh.. yup watever i do is obviously wrong n yea im &lt;em&gt;rude&lt;/em&gt;. im ur &lt;strong&gt;DAUGHTER&lt;/strong&gt;. unless... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watever im over it now. Used to this in my &lt;em&gt;18 yrs on earth&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anw Bbq with the whole class was enjoyable. FYI its my &lt;strong&gt;ferst time&lt;/strong&gt;. yea.. &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt; ryte... Believe it. &lt;strong&gt;18 yrs&lt;/strong&gt;. Jeesh.. sadness... went home at 10pm n was &lt;strong&gt;given&lt;/strong&gt; a ride home frm my uncle. &lt;strong&gt;Thankiew&lt;/strong&gt;! i dun have a clue to get home frm east coast since the bus that's gg in that route is nt available during weekdays. Such a spoilt brat i am. *&lt;em&gt;head shaking&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up this morning n guess wat.. Headed to the &lt;strong&gt;GYM&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;YES GYM&lt;/strong&gt;. My dad &lt;em&gt;dragged&lt;/em&gt; me there thank u very much. &lt;strong&gt;I CNT DENY THAT I WAS EMBARESSED THE WHOLE TIME THERE COZ ALOT OF OUH SO CUTE GUYS WORKING OUT LA!&lt;/strong&gt; [taylor!! taylor!! are u there?!?!? haha] aiyoh... my dad semangat. i cycled for 20mins, do the leg thingy for 2 mins and on the tredmill and ran for 1km which like 10mins. yup n nw my leg hurts. -.- i wonder when will he do a &lt;em&gt;suprise&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GYM DAY OUT&lt;/strong&gt; again.. haha. weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my dearest friend atiqah. Watever happens to u.. im here alryte? Any doubts, i cn help u to clarify. :) Everything is going to be alryte. Humans cnt run from mistakes. Mistakes are done so that we cn learn. After learning, we will try our best to not to repeat it thus makes u more mature in ur thinking. :) so patience is the key gurl. trsust me. If things get out of hand, try and suprise tat prsn. im sure a smile will be carved. love u girl :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;ryte or wrong decision?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1640471959475621296?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1640471959475621296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1640471959475621296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1640471959475621296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1640471959475621296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/12/pardon-u-queen.html' title='Pardon u.. Queen..'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3006867304418034111</id><published>2009-12-06T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:19:05.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throw me into oblivion</title><content type='html'>Staring &lt;em&gt;infinitely&lt;/em&gt; while waiting for the world to pass by. The blood &lt;em&gt;thumping&lt;/em&gt; in my head continues on even when i close my eyes to &lt;em&gt;relax&lt;/em&gt;. A&lt;em&gt; baaaadd&lt;/em&gt; headache. Tried shaking it off but it got &lt;strong&gt;worse&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;. Ouh for heavens sakes i dun bother 'bout it animore and &lt;em&gt;force&lt;/em&gt; my eye lits to open. At that point i thought i was going to &lt;em&gt;faint&lt;/em&gt; but i caught hold of myself and i'm fyne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; too much.&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Sumtimes i wish im in &lt;em&gt;oblivion&lt;/em&gt; so that things will be much easier. But &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in this world is easy. &lt;strong&gt;TRUST ME&lt;/strong&gt;. If u dunnoe whats the meaning of difficulties den ure nt human. Hahas. To me ure not human.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;stress&lt;/em&gt; is so making me &lt;em&gt;insane&lt;/em&gt;. Can i just hit my head on the wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the &lt;em&gt;Pasir Ris beach&lt;/em&gt; tis morning till late afternoon. Boy the wind was so strong and i could sae that felt as if i was a &lt;strong&gt;mad women walking&lt;/strong&gt; the whole time, coz my &lt;strong&gt;loooong hair flew all over the place&lt;/strong&gt;. Unsightly.&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to rain but i think &lt;em&gt;lady luck&lt;/em&gt; was on our side it didn't. Out of "many other" beach in singapore i went to that &lt;strong&gt;particular&lt;/strong&gt; one. Omg i was cussing all the time. That place is my restricted area in the east. But wat to do my &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt; wanted there coz its near to our home. I &lt;strong&gt;concreted&lt;/strong&gt; my face n act as if nothing happens. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hell way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; im gg there often. Fcuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yea. went to job &lt;em&gt;interview&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;volunteering&lt;/em&gt; yesterday. &lt;strong&gt;Jetquay&lt;/strong&gt; airport interview was ok luh though the i still have to consider about that job. Many &lt;strong&gt;criteria&lt;/strong&gt; uh to simplify it. Den after that &lt;strong&gt;shifa, me, atiqah, nisa and rizal&lt;/strong&gt; went to &lt;strong&gt;vivo&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;em&gt;volunteer&lt;/em&gt; thing. Showed up and help abiiit.. den thats it. Omg we ate alot of &lt;em&gt;fishballs&lt;/em&gt; during the refreshment for the voluteers. haha n i can sae im sick of &lt;em&gt;fishballs&lt;/em&gt; nw. so far so gud and brought home goodie bag. hah. &lt;strong&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But had fun in a wae. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412156957856972978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxvYFA25QLI/AAAAAAAAAtY/beJx_3jt9Bw/s320/f8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me n nisa at vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;sipped poison but i didnt die&lt;/em&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/4035489391914007084-3006867304418034111?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3006867304418034111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3006867304418034111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3006867304418034111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3006867304418034111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/12/throw-me-into-oblivion.html' title='Throw me into oblivion'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxvYFA25QLI/AAAAAAAAAtY/beJx_3jt9Bw/s72-c/f8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2967770479478485127</id><published>2009-12-02T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:45:04.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in my "Frens" only attitude</title><content type='html'>Note: to anione who "&lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt;" the trick from my previous post, i juz wanna sae.. &lt;strong&gt;HA HA HA&lt;/strong&gt;. ok done. :D *look at atiqah* heeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. todae was.. alryte. yea just alryte. Gone &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; during housekeeping period with atiqah talking in &lt;strong&gt;indonesian dialect&lt;/strong&gt; while me and shikin recorded &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; what she sae without her noeing.. LOLs damn funny la. &lt;strong&gt;Rojak&lt;/strong&gt; all out. hahha. i shall listen to the recording whenever im bored and have a nice laugh. thanks atiqah. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410604013424029218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxZTrwBxLiI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/HwgcqmpZzrI/s320/Best_Friends_by_camilliette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school this morning receiving an "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alarming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" morning msgs, [geez.. its been a "&lt;em&gt;looooong&lt;/em&gt;" tyme since i had one.. missed it actually.. haiz..] from a fren of mine. Actually nt 'a fren' but 2 frens. &lt;strong&gt;Stonning&lt;/strong&gt; all the wae from tampines station till clementi with my &lt;strong&gt;headphones&lt;/strong&gt; on and texting all the wae.. after one another. I was going to sae &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gimme-a-break-and-let-me-stonne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; phrase to them but to think back.. I whine when i gt noone to text, i also whine when ppl text me.. Hello &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;minah slenge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wat do u want???? ok so i jus keep on texting. haha. i find that they are &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; ppl. yea. [should i sae more or.. jus.. ok nvm]&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;still thinking about the msgs&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;talking to self&lt;/em&gt;* hmm.. still so early.. nah.. ok  i shall still make frens though. Being frens isn't &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;. Its better actually. Hmmm.. yup. &lt;strong&gt;Agree&lt;/strong&gt; with my alter ego too. If i want to &lt;strong&gt;fall flat on my face&lt;/strong&gt; again for love.. later cn uh.. now.. frens.. anw its still hard for me now. so I'm &lt;em&gt;enjoying&lt;/em&gt; the moment :) &lt;strong&gt;TRYING&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TO&lt;/strong&gt;.. hahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg almost forget. Gt another &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chikoppek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this morning at the busstop at my house. He turned &lt;strong&gt;360 degrees&lt;/strong&gt; just to look at me up and down.. Excuse me he's a man n i think has kids already and has a &lt;strong&gt;pot belly&lt;/strong&gt;. yiiiieeessshhh. I freaked out la practically. Look at me not once but three times la and he made me miss 2 busses just to avoid him.. thanks alot mister! &lt;strong&gt;Fcuk&lt;/strong&gt;! Whats wrong with all these people?! At home unable to see enuf "&lt;em&gt;melons&lt;/em&gt;" izit?? oooohhh... i noe...  at home only have &lt;strong&gt;expired&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;melons&lt;/em&gt;" thats why ryte... &lt;strong&gt;BUT THAT DUN MEAN CAN SEE FRESH ONES WAT!&lt;/strong&gt;.. i mean mine.. &lt;strong&gt;STILL U DUN NEED TO WAAAT&lt;/strong&gt;.. if want u ask ur homemaker to add &lt;em&gt;sillicon&lt;/em&gt; to her "&lt;em&gt;melons&lt;/em&gt;" la den everyday her "&lt;em&gt;melons&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fresh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" wat. Can see untill eyes &lt;strong&gt;popped&lt;/strong&gt; out oso. @#!@$$!@#^ shheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm like watching s'pore idol n blogging at the same time.. awww seziari is sumwhat cute.. heee. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture taken during dram production day.. the rehersals.. eh.. i realised most photos gt no pic of me... :( sedih per. i tot have.. if have ppl cn i have it?? plishhh.. kenangan sehhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxZRUNBnk4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/A3cutI1CklM/s1600-h/DSC01003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410601409867912066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxZRUNBnk4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/A3cutI1CklM/s320/DSC01003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I cnt control watever's happening but i still hold to my perception thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2967770479478485127?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2967770479478485127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2967770479478485127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2967770479478485127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2967770479478485127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-in-my-frens-only-attitude.html' title='I&apos;m in my &quot;Frens&quot; only attitude'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxZTrwBxLiI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/HwgcqmpZzrI/s72-c/Best_Friends_by_camilliette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6086551219334326378</id><published>2009-11-30T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:06:32.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i need therapy. Im going CUCKOOO</title><content type='html'>Boy ouh boy.. *looking at mirror*&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need therapy.. Wat in the world am i talking to my reflection?? [Skali that thing really2 talk back den u noe.. hmm. Terkejot berok nnt..] I've been talking to myself all these while behind close doors. hah like as if u guys never see me talking to myself in class.. Ryte shikin.. hehs..&lt;br /&gt;I'm uber stressed out by own probs that made me go ouhlala madness.. Trust me its ugly. hahas! ok diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people sae sumthin cliche about me, all i cn do is smile, nod and say OK. or worst case scenario.. battle with me in the game of words. Geez... in the end u'll see who will win.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leading life in gear one now. Slow but not bad pace. Eh rather then i dun move at all kn.. Gear one is ok for me now. Like vespa sia. hahah..tuktuktuktuktutuk... *make head action* hahahhah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eh eh.. u reading this post ryte... wait ah.. u come closer.. closer... COME CLOSE LAAA.. bnyk songeh lak.. ok.. now dun look back.. dun try to peak.. coz.. u will feel sumthin gonna touch u on ur shoulder.. That thing is coming closer.. dun turn la u idiot.. ok now that thing behind u already.. dare to turn? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SMACK SMACK SMACK ON THE HEAD* bodoh who ask u to listen to wat i sae.. hahaha.. BLUWEKS!! :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i have pics taken at KARCHER ACADAMY. hehe sorie eh.. im sod. told u i have to go therapy.. soon.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPazZsjtpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/npToGK--DkE/s1600/GetAttachment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409908154008057490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPazZsjtpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/npToGK--DkE/s320/GetAttachment4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPazO7hzFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/SWU7TcQ-CXQ/s1600/GetAttachment3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409908151118056530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPazO7hzFI/AAAAAAAAAs4/SWU7TcQ-CXQ/s320/GetAttachment3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPaytSmYiI/AAAAAAAAAsw/TVmcujVhLFU/s1600/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409907401217854898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPaHlVYzbI/AAAAAAAAAsg/8OmSelg_80c/s320/15934_218272908905_839263905_4177138_5116844_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPaHcQNmrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JwjrWolkEp4/s1600/15934_218272773905_839263905_4177137_3408764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409907398780230322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPaHcQNmrI/AAAAAAAAAsY/JwjrWolkEp4/s320/15934_218272773905_839263905_4177137_3408764_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPaG9FnGyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-yZK7VYfOY0/s1600/15934_218272753905_839263905_4177136_2048987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409907390414265122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPaG9FnGyI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-yZK7VYfOY0/s320/15934_218272753905_839263905_4177136_2048987_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eye bags galore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPaGpy3M4I/AAAAAAAAAsI/09PtPnuaKYY/s1600/15934_218272543905_839263905_4177134_2483530_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409907385235354498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPaGpy3M4I/AAAAAAAAAsI/09PtPnuaKYY/s320/15934_218272543905_839263905_4177134_2483530_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~when i'm ready.. im gonna shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6086551219334326378?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6086551219334326378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6086551219334326378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6086551219334326378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6086551219334326378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-need-therapy-im-going-cuckooo.html' title='I think i need therapy. Im going CUCKOOO'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SxPazZsjtpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/npToGK--DkE/s72-c/GetAttachment4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8340462748951772311</id><published>2009-11-26T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T23:22:33.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A burnt arrow thru the heart n the brain.. eeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Sw6WGVy91nI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4-8eSiNDMio/s1600/IMG0031A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408425238192838258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Sw6WGVy91nI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4-8eSiNDMio/s320/IMG0031A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See that smile. Hope it will be alwaes permenant... but sadly no.  hmms..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anw, my eyes are giving signals that i should be off to bed but i stayed on to blog. I have to talk in one wae or another ryte.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When one thing led to another [fav phrase], just as my heart is healing in tiny baby steps, another blow off happen. Wooww. -.- Speed bump all of a sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the old come rolling back to u, i just can't help but to think it thru. The pain of the new have not been cured, nor being hurt of any sort. How am i supposed to put this.. I need time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinta cannot be bought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinta cannot be analised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinta cannot be trophied or prized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But.. i think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinta can be understood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinta can be sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cinta can be compiled into many memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ryte?..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everydae i can feel that an arrow with fire went in my heart. Diamonds do fall but prevented it. But when i explain all of these to u humans.. will u understand? yet its difficult to understand. Cinta shouldn't be rushing.. n this is wat u get for rushing into love *points at self*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being negative wont help in anywaes.. so wat can i do.. it happens..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to KARCHER with class todae. One werd to sae. BORING. *yaaawns* but ok luh. haha. ok no more updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~slow and steady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8340462748951772311?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8340462748951772311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8340462748951772311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8340462748951772311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8340462748951772311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/burnt-arrow-thru-heart-n-brain-eeee.html' title='A burnt arrow thru the heart n the brain.. eeee'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Sw6WGVy91nI/AAAAAAAAAsA/4-8eSiNDMio/s72-c/IMG0031A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3357425392624202401</id><published>2009-11-22T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:50:19.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Credits. Confuse. Pry.</title><content type='html'>Production's over and i'm glad it did. hahs. tired. I think everyone did a gud job even thogh someone said that we can do better. We tried our best on our performance and i sae im gonna miss u guys coz drama's over.. haiz.. Oysterboy cast was great and silent cry cast was great too.. wat am i going to do on saturdaes after this? omg. rotting is a bad option. hmm.. anw i shud have pictures to show u guys.. but i'll get soon and upload it kays.. OUH OUH! THANK YOU SHIKIN &amp;amp; TRACY FOR THOSE ROSES!! SO SWEET OF YOU GUYS!!!! OMG *tear falling*&lt;br /&gt;MISS MY DRAMA FRENS!! am i ryte atiqah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;Run while u can! She's gonna Blow!! Get ready!!&lt;br /&gt;[ if u want to read my blabbers about hardship go on, if not.. see the 'x' button? click that.]&lt;br /&gt;After drama yesterdae i got this sadness in me that i couldnt explain why. seriously. i dunnoe if its because my frens that i invite [my sec sch frens] didnt turn up or sumone who is supposed to be there when i need is not there. i dunnoe. its either. Plus one of my frens in drama told me sumthin that i wish it will not happen at all. NOT HAPPEN OK PLEASE. be strong pliz. Everybody loves u including me. Dun u dare sae to that sumone abt this. I can tell that sumone is gonna be hurt. trust me. Was feeling all crappy all the wae home frm drama. Blasted accidentally at home. den talked to a fren of mine. pity he gt to put up with me during my explosions. sorie yea. I was going down the drain practically and literally. sheesh. will this ever be over..&lt;br /&gt;*daughtry song its not over*&lt;br /&gt;man.. im tired. confused. n crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP BEING EMO AND WHINNING LAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~im just a normal girl with alot of flaws.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-3357425392624202401?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3357425392624202401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3357425392624202401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3357425392624202401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3357425392624202401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/credits-confuse-pry.html' title='Credits. Confuse. Pry.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-759091741751807963</id><published>2009-11-20T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:48:14.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>roses but with throns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Swaj2nqCTyI/AAAAAAAAAr4/KuOXPkkggto/s1600/you_left_in_the_thorns_by_brokendancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406188561458417442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Swaj2nqCTyI/AAAAAAAAAr4/KuOXPkkggto/s320/you_left_in_the_thorns_by_brokendancer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [&lt;em&gt;Roses are beautiful to look at. Nice to smell and pretty in every girls' hands. But dun ever think that beautiful thing is harmless. Try touching the thorns of that beautiful thing.. Feel the pain the thorns hurt u.. that's what i am &amp;amp; i'm nt afraid to sae it&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt; is so the &lt;strong&gt;F-ing&lt;/strong&gt; boring huh. [as if when im hapie u guys read my posts u'll be un-bored.. hahs! &lt;strong&gt;LIKE REAL&lt;/strong&gt;] Anw.. i wish i cn &lt;strong&gt;'refresh'&lt;/strong&gt; my brain. It hurts la &lt;em&gt;thinking too much&lt;/em&gt;. Dunwan it to &lt;strong&gt;xplode&lt;/strong&gt;. Still &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; my brain. [wat crap]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*yaaaawwwnnns*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama production will be happening tmrw. &lt;strong&gt;Omg&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Tmrw&lt;/strong&gt;. i dunnoe if  i'm ready. &lt;strong&gt;WTH&lt;/strong&gt;. Like i even bother uh.. Just nervous i guess. thats it. I'll be out the &lt;strong&gt;whole dae&lt;/strong&gt; and i will assure u that im gonna be &lt;em&gt;shag&lt;/em&gt; after reaching home tmrw. &lt;em&gt;Oysterboy&lt;/em&gt; is ready for tmrw. but im still uncertain about &lt;em&gt;silent cry&lt;/em&gt;. Ppl are just nt werking together. I hope &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; gonna be alryte.. plis oh plis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Half-way' through my &lt;strong&gt;madrasah project&lt;/strong&gt; which im nt supposed to be doing at  this point coz i shud already completed it a &lt;em&gt;few weeks ago&lt;/em&gt; but thanks to the one resposible nt responsible enuf to keep the project properly, i have to &lt;strong&gt;re-do&lt;/strong&gt; it again. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunnoe if my &lt;strong&gt;weight&lt;/strong&gt; problem is ever to go away even though i have to be positive about this. Geee.. so much for being &lt;em&gt;positive&lt;/em&gt;. Why am i fat at the ferst place... [wat a stupid question nurul.. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Bruised and battered by ur words dazed n shatter now it hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-759091741751807963?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/759091741751807963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=759091741751807963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/759091741751807963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/759091741751807963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/roses-but-with-throns.html' title='roses but with throns'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/Swaj2nqCTyI/AAAAAAAAAr4/KuOXPkkggto/s72-c/you_left_in_the_thorns_by_brokendancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8273675292163351157</id><published>2009-11-19T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:47:11.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>appreciate with wat u have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SwU9vBiyztI/AAAAAAAAArw/vJSBz-cXjEQ/s1600/Frustration_and_Dissapointment_by_spap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405794805805666002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SwU9vBiyztI/AAAAAAAAArw/vJSBz-cXjEQ/s320/Frustration_and_Dissapointment_by_spap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SwU9uxNN3ZI/AAAAAAAAAro/WVMwzKSGtfA/s1600/Fat_Illusion_by_Katie_Karma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405794801420197266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SwU9uxNN3ZI/AAAAAAAAAro/WVMwzKSGtfA/s320/Fat_Illusion_by_Katie_Karma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SwU9upoc60I/AAAAAAAAArg/QLxeyzc8CaY/s1600/Depression_by_lilo_and_folo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405794799386946370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SwU9upoc60I/AAAAAAAAArg/QLxeyzc8CaY/s320/Depression_by_lilo_and_folo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i see ppl leaving sumone they used to love, i would ask myself this question " &lt;em&gt;what? need love den find. got love dun appreciate.&lt;/em&gt; " is there such things? well i shall ans that. &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gurls gurls&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gurls&lt;/strong&gt;.. i dun mean to be &lt;em&gt;sarcastic&lt;/em&gt; or watever shit la ok.. just please for one time, appreciate with what u have with u. if u have a bf that loves u, dun let it go to waste. its damn &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; to find love okeh. if u have a nice body or features, dun whine saying that my this is big my this is small my eyes sengetla my hair like shit la..&lt;strong&gt; I GIVE U ONE THIGHT SLAP ON THE FACE&lt;/strong&gt; then u noe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dun try to teach me how to not understand &lt;strong&gt;imperfection&lt;/strong&gt;. I grew up with that excuse me. But on the other hand, having all that without a gud attitude no point. Have nice face, nice body, nice hair, nice all over, but then ur attitude like shit for what?! [mak mertua pun cancel lah seh] so.. be &lt;strong&gt;proper&lt;/strong&gt;. Love urself ferst before loving others. I'm learning bit by bit and i noe i still have a loooooong wae to go.. so &lt;strong&gt;STOP&lt;/strong&gt; whining for goodness sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouhya. got to tell u this. This morning when i'm in thetrain otw to skul, got this one pakistani &lt;strong&gt;chikopek&lt;/strong&gt; sitting beside me looking at my girls. The most stupid person i've ever met. He practically bent over to see.. &lt;strong&gt;BODOH&lt;/strong&gt; wat?! Obviously i noe u looking at wat la..! summore i noela my skirt has a slit. den dunneed to see my leg la idot! my leg not even nice la! [perangai anj seh] he gt off at dover station still gt thecheek to smile at me. F u!! *i show middle finger* i tell u tat is one stupid &lt;strong&gt;chikopek&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturdae coming and im &lt;strong&gt;70&lt;/strong&gt;% ready i guess.. drama!!! omg! i hope i didnt forget my lines.. i see my frens i went blank. aiyoyoh.. ok relax.. *breathe in n out*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all drama peeps.. &lt;strong&gt;GUD LUCK N SEE U ON SAT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;em&gt;nomatter wat im still hurt inside..&lt;/em&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/4035489391914007084-8273675292163351157?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8273675292163351157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8273675292163351157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8273675292163351157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8273675292163351157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/appreciate-with-wat-u-have.html' title='appreciate with wat u have'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SwU9vBiyztI/AAAAAAAAArw/vJSBz-cXjEQ/s72-c/Frustration_and_Dissapointment_by_spap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1030927612011138363</id><published>2009-11-15T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:53:49.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inferiority complex</title><content type='html'>looks was alwaes the cause of my misery. [jeesh i dun even noe i had misery.. -.-] food IS STILL my weakness. what can i sae... grown up with all these complications in my life that i have to endure the consequences.. judging people with the way they look just sucks to the core. EVEN TO MYSELF. Having inferiorty complex is.. a sickness i guess.. i dun noe uh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People just dun understand that it hurts alot when people critisize u by the look. Especially guys. They will sae " wats ur weight?" if i were to tell.. just for the sake of having sumone to talk to, they will sae i dunmind etc etc.. but once they saw the real person.. I DUN BOTHER TO TALK NOR EVEN KNOW YOU. see how harsh guys are. i dunwan to state names but it happens to me. ME. since when girls with barbie like figures are alwaes perfect? and since when girls with teddy bear like figures are alwaes imperfect? HEY ANSWER ME!!! DO PEOPLE HAVE TO CLASSIFY ALL THESE IN THIS WORLD?! HUH?! i hate these people.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me have my own world back. ok. if i be skinny as a stick, will u look at me from my heart or my skinny stick body. huh! eh come on la.. people! humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people seems to have all perfect.. they dun appreciate. eh walk in my shoes la ei!! i will be glad to let u welcum u to my life n see how hard it is to be me. damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just overwhelemed k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[why did i ever bother to have a blog at the first place anw.. shhheeessh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~being thin is alwaes the trophy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1030927612011138363?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1030927612011138363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1030927612011138363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1030927612011138363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1030927612011138363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/inferiority-complex.html' title='inferiority complex'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-7768611875036655180</id><published>2009-11-15T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:02:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a NITEMARE in both worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What will you do if someone that u least expected did the unexpected or sae the unexpected? Will u expect it? &lt;/em&gt;Not me though.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i can see ur confuse faces. 0.O *laughing like mad*&lt;br /&gt;Translation.. do u even think that sumone that u dun wish care about would tell u sumthin out of this world and shock u like hell? n i mean &lt;strong&gt;A PERSON U REALLY DUN WISH TO CARE&lt;/strong&gt;.. until i have a &lt;strong&gt;bad dream&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday.. sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;yea.. i gt the &lt;em&gt;jiggles&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems &lt;strong&gt;harsh&lt;/strong&gt; in a way and i &lt;strong&gt;apologize&lt;/strong&gt;. i dun mean to be mean. &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt;. but... i dun even know how to put it into words when i gt to noe abt this confession. kept myself composed and just go with it. seriously dude.. sumhw i couldnt. &lt;strong&gt;ouhya u dun need to buy me those stuff from cairo&lt;/strong&gt;.. i was really &lt;strong&gt;joking&lt;/strong&gt;. i shouldn't have mention &lt;strong&gt;my status&lt;/strong&gt; now to anyone in person man.. *&lt;em&gt;regrets&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;it just &lt;strong&gt;slipped&lt;/strong&gt; out my throat. I really was feeling &lt;strong&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/strong&gt; u get &lt;strong&gt;sooooooo&lt;/strong&gt; close to me at food culture..  plis.. &lt;strong&gt;dun do this to me or anione else especially girls&lt;/strong&gt;.. plis.. i'll be ur &lt;strong&gt;fren&lt;/strong&gt; yes.. but u have to know ur &lt;strong&gt;limits&lt;/strong&gt;.. if i dun like it, &lt;strong&gt;i'll sae it or simply show it&lt;/strong&gt;. seriously i dunwan anything from cairo. &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt;. just &lt;strong&gt;give my frens a nice gift will do&lt;/strong&gt;. n... my dad is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; ur father-in-law. dun even think about it. ouh on the other hand, thanks for the &lt;strong&gt;compliment&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;sincerely&lt;/strong&gt; appreciated. *not joking face*&lt;br /&gt;ok this plot ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts as if a &lt;strong&gt;granite&lt;/strong&gt; rock hit me on the head. I got alot of things to do n think about. i will be so damn bz next week which is tmrw.. gezz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mondae&lt;/strong&gt; im having my role play test. [ i haven't even completed my script]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesdae&lt;/strong&gt; i think im gonna finish up my video edits n madrasah project [3 scence haven't completed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesdae&lt;/strong&gt; is gg to be a long day [drama rehersals till 10pm after school]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursdae&lt;/strong&gt; study for madrasah test on sunday n writing in buisness for fridae [i dun even noe how am i gg to squezze in all of that]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fridae&lt;/strong&gt; hopefully a rest dae but have to memorise my final role in oysterboy drama on saturdae [nervous]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturdae&lt;/strong&gt; wholedae dedicated for drama production till 10pm [ im gonna be half dead by then]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sundae&lt;/strong&gt; my madrash test which i think im gonna screw up and to hand in project [ masyallah only god noes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUH n MUST COMPLETE YOG MODULE BEFORE 28 NOV IF NOT WE ARE OUT OF THAT VOLUNTEER THINGY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bz bz bz.. haish.. peservere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna be ok.. i hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~let me rest my thoughts for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-7768611875036655180?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/7768611875036655180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=7768611875036655180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7768611875036655180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7768611875036655180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/nitemare-in-both-worlds.html' title='a NITEMARE in both worlds'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6410302798149089066</id><published>2009-11-11T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:29:53.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can i put this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dreaming in class.. Not paying attention.. Blur.. lazy for school.. Dun bother wth is happening around u.. Listening to those kind of songs that made u sigh.. A typical kind of &lt;em&gt;what-happens-after-a-brakeup&lt;/em&gt; huh.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thought so.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe some of u will think that i'm supposed to "forbid" myself in doing as such at this point of time.. Yeah.. I'm &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to. But.. its kinda &lt;em&gt;complicated&lt;/em&gt; if u were in my shoes.. U want to noe why.. coz everywhere i go or anithin i do.. there's this sudden flashback when i see certain places, things or watever.. imagine how hard it is for me.. only god noes.. plus.. seeing my frens buying gifts for their lovedones is kinda.. made me feel so.. alone n left out sumtimes.. well, i gotta thoughen up myself n acted as if i see nothing. I'm &lt;strong&gt;hapie&lt;/strong&gt; for them anyway. &lt;strong&gt;sincerely&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mind is still puzzled with "&lt;strong&gt;Q&amp;amp;A&lt;/strong&gt;" that bothers me throughout my dae. Nt to mention.. &lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/strong&gt;. But i acted as if im all fyne. Smiled when i have to. Laughed when i need to. Sumtimes i admit, i couldnt help myself but &lt;em&gt;shed a tear or two&lt;/em&gt;, thinking. Not whinning but tis &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; wat happen to me &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm sure most have gone thru tis.. ryte? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I apologise to my frens if this "&lt;em&gt;Emotional stress&lt;/em&gt;" that im going thru irritate u guys. I hope this will be over soon. okay. sorie.. :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A song sumhw relates that i would like u guys to listen.. i hope u do.. n i shud highlight one part in the song says.. &lt;em&gt;"..but sumthings a girl can never forget.."&lt;/em&gt; which i find it true.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ok8H5Trw_eA&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/ok8H5Trw_eA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~mending i guess..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6410302798149089066?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6410302798149089066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6410302798149089066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6410302798149089066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6410302798149089066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-i-put-this.html' title='How can i put this..'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-8268914836475194290</id><published>2009-11-08T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:25:38.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proven. yet it's happening.</title><content type='html'>I ever wondered if i could wish my sleep &lt;em&gt;will never end&lt;/em&gt;. Having to see the &lt;em&gt;world&lt;/em&gt; hurts me bad. &lt;em&gt;Hiding&lt;/em&gt; behind the &lt;em&gt;darkness&lt;/em&gt; was what i wished to do. So &lt;em&gt;afraid&lt;/em&gt; to see the world. Yet its true. The wonders of it doesn't seems to relate animore. As if i would get &lt;em&gt;hurt&lt;/em&gt; again. Getting myself broken was enough &lt;em&gt;poison&lt;/em&gt; for me to &lt;em&gt;swallow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up everydae was a &lt;em&gt;burden&lt;/em&gt; on my shoulders that i could barely lift. Otherwise, sleeping was a &lt;em&gt;misery&lt;/em&gt; to my mind as slideshows playing in a swift. How could i handle this..&lt;br /&gt;It's bringing me &lt;em&gt;six feet down&lt;/em&gt;.. And im ain't getting any &lt;em&gt;higher&lt;/em&gt;.. trust me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head &lt;em&gt;spinning&lt;/em&gt;.. Mind &lt;em&gt;bursting&lt;/em&gt;.. I wonder if anione would ever care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone on the park bench looking down at the tiny &lt;em&gt;box&lt;/em&gt; i have in my hands..&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;I noe what's in the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears came down like tiny &lt;em&gt;diamonds&lt;/em&gt; on my cheek. Drip drop it fell down onto the box everytime i winked. Swept the diamonds off my cheek like &lt;em&gt;precious&lt;/em&gt; no more..&lt;br /&gt;Closed my eyes, breathing in and held my breath and slowly letting it go..&lt;br /&gt;I opened the box up.&lt;br /&gt;My pulse suddenly slowed down as if my &lt;em&gt;tyme has come&lt;/em&gt;. Seeing wat's in the box i just couldn't contain myself. What a diamond at ferst is now seen like poison.. &lt;em&gt;Swelling&lt;/em&gt; up my eyes as the river flows.. When will it stop.. noone noes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every piece i see inside hurts me a &lt;em&gt;million&lt;/em&gt; times the &lt;em&gt;shatter&lt;/em&gt;.. God.. u dunnoe hw it feels..&lt;br /&gt;Closed the box and hugged it tight..&lt;br /&gt;All i could whisper was.. "&lt;em&gt;Save me.. it hurts so bad.&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on my feet and drag myself through the dae.. i wonder if the other felt the pain..&lt;br /&gt;Noeing the answer i shook my head.. "&lt;em&gt;i dun think he even bother if i wasn't in bed.&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aimlessly&lt;/em&gt; heading to god noes where.. my tears and &lt;em&gt;sorrows&lt;/em&gt; ain't going nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Please god.. help nurul.. i'm fighting this battle with watever i cn.. do i have a choice to fight? i guess not.. please.. im weak now.. my mind is not here... please.. bring me back to life&lt;/em&gt;.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm want to relate sumthing nw to todae's Berita Harian paper.. To-be-Bride was overwhelemed by the to-be-Groom broke of marrige at the last minuite.. this just isnt fair.. who is the one to balame.. the womens side.. as alwaes.. men doesnt bother.. i pitty all the gurls.. their future suddenly went to a total darkness.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~why did i ever rendered my heart to u...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-8268914836475194290?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/8268914836475194290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=8268914836475194290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8268914836475194290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/8268914836475194290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/proven-yet-its-happening.html' title='Proven. yet it&apos;s happening.'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-7267937832059803187</id><published>2009-11-06T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:57:04.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of my heart....</title><content type='html'>As i saw that person walking away.. not even turning back to catch a glimpse of me.. I could see my heart went out of me n got crushed infront of my naked eye just like that. It hurts to see it. Coz its my HEART. My LIFE. My SOUL. Though its useless to &lt;em&gt;cry a thousand tears&lt;/em&gt; when u noe u wont get it back.. I couldnt bare to continue looking at it in pieces.. Its in pieces.. My heart in THOUSANDS OF PIECES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down on my knees n picked up each one of it with shaky hands n placed it in my palm.. &lt;em&gt;crying&lt;/em&gt; every tear as i picked it up one by one and looking at it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swept a tear on my cheek n quickly picking it up before the wind blows it away.. If it does.. my heart wouldnt be &lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt;, it will be awkward with holes around it..&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;crooked&lt;/em&gt; heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldnt even be &lt;em&gt;beating&lt;/em&gt; like a usual heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine having to see a frankenstein heart with holes in a body of an &lt;em&gt;ordinary&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;gurl&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;By then.. it wouldnt be ordinary animore does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up on my feet after gathering everything in my hands.. even tiny pieces.. and kept it in a &lt;em&gt;tiny box&lt;/em&gt;. It felt so heavy. Nomatter what.. Holding it firmly and secure, huging it thightly as if someone wants to steal my treasure. Tears are still running down my cheeks like a river. I closed my eyes n said my prayers, n told myself that i have to start moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my shaking body, as i stride my way, it started to rain.. Heavy droplets of water hitting on me i can feel the pain. The rain got heavier and heavier as i stride. It &lt;em&gt;handcuffed&lt;/em&gt; both my legs to the ground even i try to escape. Covering and sheltering the box filled with pieces of my broken heart with whatever i can, hoping barely able to get it more damaged. Broken words coming out of me.. a whisper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i'll protect u.. i will never leave u.. u'll have my word" thats wat i said&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling in the rain which seems for daes as i drag myself foward.. &lt;em&gt;Giving up&lt;/em&gt; was once an option. With body freezing as cold as ice.. the only thing thats on my mind was to keep whats in this box safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, i could hear myself screeming n shouting a &lt;em&gt;silent&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;cry&lt;/em&gt; in the rain that noone was able to hear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and asked myself &lt;em&gt;questions&lt;/em&gt; that only myself could answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i get &lt;em&gt;thru&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this &lt;em&gt;heart&lt;/em&gt; be okae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i be &lt;em&gt;okae&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my &lt;em&gt;future&lt;/em&gt; would be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i get out in this heavy rain and get myself &lt;em&gt;dry&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any chance i could &lt;em&gt;survive&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i not &lt;em&gt;shed&lt;/em&gt; another tear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will i finally see myself &lt;em&gt;smiling&lt;/em&gt; back again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what's only in my blank mind, i said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Only time tells it all... wat the future brings.. i could not control.. What i have in my hands, i will save it as much i can.. but for now.. i try not struggle thru this hardship and hoping to forget watever has happened.. please dear god.. hear my cry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there she &lt;em&gt;goes&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~if u were in my shoes.. will this be likely like u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-7267937832059803187?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/7267937832059803187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=7267937832059803187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7267937832059803187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7267937832059803187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-hurts-too-much.html' title='the story of my heart....'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-174196160690131815</id><published>2009-11-05T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:54:48.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me n u.. only memories</title><content type='html'>i shall nt blame anione for wat has just happen. its up to god. it will be onli memories between me n him. i still be frens. yes. but.. complicated.. my heart will be mended in awhile :) insyaallah god bless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanx to my frens, mum, mdm saadiah especially for all the hopes n advices u gave me.. thank u very much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-174196160690131815?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/174196160690131815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=174196160690131815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/174196160690131815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/174196160690131815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/11/me-n-u-only-memories.html' title='me n u.. only memories'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6642376854845308946</id><published>2009-10-22T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:10:24.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shikin's BURFDAE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SuBWf6w60rI/AAAAAAAAArU/Z3586QMuf2c/s1600-h/shikin+mirror1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395407459940225714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SuBWf6w60rI/AAAAAAAAArU/Z3586QMuf2c/s320/shikin+mirror1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SuBWfo579-I/AAAAAAAAArM/VLz81PKWwGg/s1600-h/GetAttachment1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395407455146211298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SuBWfo579-I/AAAAAAAAArM/VLz81PKWwGg/s320/GetAttachment1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SuBWfUfyrWI/AAAAAAAAArE/EVYO3anOTgU/s1600-h/GetAttachment4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395407449667841378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SuBWfUfyrWI/AAAAAAAAArE/EVYO3anOTgU/s320/GetAttachment4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to NURASHIKIN BTE ISMAIL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todae marks the dae that gurl turn &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;. ooouuuuwww.. 18..&lt;strong&gt; i wonder wats legal&lt;/strong&gt;.. heheh.. joking :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juz specify her as &lt;strong&gt;bandung&lt;/strong&gt;.. hehehehehe jgn marah shikin... :P Waaa anak mak da besar uh.. [duh da besar -.-] kae2.. &lt;strong&gt;nurul nk wish that u will have a gud life ahead of u and may u last long with ur bf.. amin...&lt;/strong&gt; ouhouh.. i hope u like wat we did for u in class juz now.. waa &lt;strong&gt;shawal&lt;/strong&gt; sang for u sey ouh nt forgeting our &lt;strong&gt;shafiq, imran and rashid&lt;/strong&gt; sportingly joined in the performance for shikin.. they sang &lt;strong&gt;MJ&lt;/strong&gt; song . &lt;strong&gt;AWWWW&lt;/strong&gt;... den tis gurl keep &lt;strong&gt;crying&lt;/strong&gt;... of happiness.. heheh.. glad that ure hapie :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nw is only the &lt;strong&gt;2nd week&lt;/strong&gt; of school n guess wat.. &lt;strong&gt;tmrw is already my test&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;. my service excellence test. Units 1&amp;amp;2.. summore more &lt;strong&gt;projects comming up&lt;/strong&gt; n im having headache! urghh!!!.. the most important is.. i &lt;strong&gt;dun get enuf sleep liao!!...&lt;/strong&gt; soo sleepy these daes u noe... [&lt;em&gt;whine and whine onli tis gurl...&lt;/em&gt; ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i &lt;strong&gt;HAVE&lt;/strong&gt; to go nw.. need to &lt;strong&gt;study&lt;/strong&gt;.. geez.. so u guys :) taaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~u make me so hot, make me wanna drop, ure so ridiculous i can't barely stop...&lt;/em&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/4035489391914007084-6642376854845308946?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6642376854845308946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6642376854845308946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6642376854845308946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6642376854845308946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/10/shikins-burfdae.html' title='Shikin&apos;s BURFDAE!!'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/SuBWf6w60rI/AAAAAAAAArU/Z3586QMuf2c/s72-c/shikin+mirror1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-3317227865041854080</id><published>2009-10-18T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:35:58.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>had fun with my superman!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StpsXAiqlRI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ea0uakuGxrw/s1600-h/yuyul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393742646267778322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StpsXAiqlRI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ea0uakuGxrw/s320/yuyul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SUPERMAN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todae its his birthdae.. &lt;strong&gt;18 october&lt;/strong&gt;. i celebrated his birthdae yesterdae.. the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; dae!! :) went to &lt;strong&gt;E!Hub&lt;/strong&gt; for a &lt;strong&gt;movie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;food&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;spending time us alone&lt;/strong&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;shocked&lt;/strong&gt; as i gave him his &lt;strong&gt;prezzie&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe..[the look that i was expecting :D] he doesn't noe the whole time i had his prezzie with me in my bag. Thats why i bring &lt;strong&gt;big bag&lt;/strong&gt; la dy.. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought him a famous amous &lt;strong&gt;heart shaped cookie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;black with collar cotton on shirt&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.. he seems to like it i guess :P and he gave me a &lt;strong&gt;necklace and bracelet&lt;/strong&gt;. i wish i could take a picture of the necklace coz its so &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;!! too bad.. my phone no cammie.. -.- it has the letter &lt;strong&gt;'Y'&lt;/strong&gt; as the &lt;strong&gt;pendant&lt;/strong&gt; representing &lt;strong&gt;his name&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouh ya! watched &lt;strong&gt;sorority row&lt;/strong&gt; yesterdae.. the &lt;strong&gt;movie&lt;/strong&gt; was gud. umm but i shud sae that i have too much &lt;strong&gt;violence&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;nudity&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;me getting shocked&lt;/strong&gt;. hahaha but overall it was gud. :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks dy for everything!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i gtg now. Ouh bdw, ppl gt &lt;strong&gt;skul&lt;/strong&gt; tmrw.. booooooo!! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#!#@$#@$"&gt;!@#!#@$#@$&lt;/a&gt;@#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;~nothing could ever change my love for u..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-3317227865041854080?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/3317227865041854080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=3317227865041854080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3317227865041854080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/3317227865041854080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/10/had-fun-with-my-superman.html' title='had fun with my superman!!'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StpsXAiqlRI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Ea0uakuGxrw/s72-c/yuyul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-1095632629058678755</id><published>2009-10-15T19:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:28:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wayang kulit at Opera theater</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Go figure about my title in this post&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;HA&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets start. On this very day, i would like to tell all humans that when ure reading in my tk seberape blog, that i super want my &lt;strong&gt;ite&lt;/strong&gt; life to be &lt;strong&gt;over&lt;/strong&gt; n carry on with wat i love.. &lt;strong&gt;fashion designing&lt;/strong&gt;. Omg &lt;strong&gt;U DUNNOE HOW MUCH I WANT THAT&lt;/strong&gt;. *prays* [if humans sae that im &lt;em&gt;sensitive&lt;/em&gt;.. be it, i &lt;strong&gt;dun give a damn&lt;/strong&gt;] This is simply because, im &lt;strong&gt;had enuf&lt;/strong&gt; with the chaotic situation that i'm having ryte now. Be it at home and school.. &lt;strong&gt;ITS THE SAME&lt;/strong&gt;. i cn go &lt;strong&gt;gila&lt;/strong&gt;... *curse &amp;amp; swear*&lt;br /&gt;Home wise.. more of umm unhappiness between adults that i shall nt mention. Its nt my parents. School wise... umm.. like i sae.. &lt;strong&gt;go figure my title&lt;/strong&gt;. Wat i noe now is, i want to &lt;strong&gt;do well&lt;/strong&gt; in school, get a &lt;strong&gt;gud cert&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;get the hell out of ite&lt;/strong&gt;. Sumtimes it &lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt; to noe the &lt;strong&gt;truth&lt;/strong&gt;. As far as i noe.. i try my best to stay &lt;strong&gt;OUT&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;TROUBLE&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;TELL&lt;/strong&gt; me wat i did wrong. Some humans are just testing my patience. Dun even bother &lt;strong&gt;assume&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;anione&lt;/strong&gt; here okeh. Dun be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;prejudice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with wat u had just read. As long as humans &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dun bother me or cross over the line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i still can consider humans is still safe. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OR ELSE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt; is waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;ok i shall end this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as my makeup is in my hands.. i will go to school as hw i look, "&lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;" to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entreprenuership&lt;/strong&gt; class was actually interesting in &lt;strong&gt;my point&lt;/strong&gt; of view though there's some this and that.. i dun &lt;strong&gt;CARE&lt;/strong&gt;. i hope to do well in this term. plz god. plz. *prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;mirah&lt;/strong&gt;, hahas i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; ur spider present sooooo much! thanks tau! :) i will wear it soon. [though i'm &lt;strong&gt;scared&lt;/strong&gt; of the real spider. hw &lt;em&gt;ironic&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~only YOU that i will have..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-1095632629058678755?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/1095632629058678755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=1095632629058678755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1095632629058678755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/1095632629058678755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/10/wayang-kulit-at-opera-theater.html' title='Wayang kulit at Opera theater'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-722672732036680508</id><published>2009-10-14T20:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:54:54.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya with HC! and my cuzzies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXGMH_SvkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/NdOiBtKkK5M/s1600-h/raya+09-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HARI  RAYA LAAA..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXGLndjsTI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XIlsvmYx8II/s1600-h/raya+09-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392434031719854386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXGLndjsTI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XIlsvmYx8II/s320/raya+09-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jannah &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXGLUx9axI/AAAAAAAAAqk/InTtIlbsg1c/s1600-h/raya+09-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392434026705152786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXGLUx9axI/AAAAAAAAAqk/InTtIlbsg1c/s320/raya+09-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Athirah &amp;amp; me [nice face -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXGKKrnhNI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VvABy0p7Rik/s1600-h/raya+09-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392434006814328018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXGKKrnhNI/AAAAAAAAAqc/VvABy0p7Rik/s320/raya+09-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tangkap jambu je....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXEZJvyyDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/H10gDRdE9uI/s1600-h/raya+09-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392432065238190130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXEZJvyyDI/AAAAAAAAAqU/H10gDRdE9uI/s320/raya+09-9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stop it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXEYlXUXPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ICsEY8y4fOY/s1600-h/raya+09-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392432055471856882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXEYlXUXPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ICsEY8y4fOY/s320/raya+09-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ade lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXEYCxOd5I/AAAAAAAAAqE/xpVpD3VYjso/s1600-h/raya+09-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392432046185281426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXEYCxOd5I/AAAAAAAAAqE/xpVpD3VYjso/s320/raya+09-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okeh2.. i'm wearing tudung.. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXEXjXC3tI/AAAAAAAAAp8/w92HftbPANI/s1600-h/raya+09-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392432037753970386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXEXjXC3tI/AAAAAAAAAp8/w92HftbPANI/s320/raya+09-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the 3 of us cuzzens [ actually all wear specs..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXEXXmS1iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/NnjPf6x8cYI/s1600-h/raya+09-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392432034596705826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXEXXmS1iI/AAAAAAAAAp0/NnjPf6x8cYI/s320/raya+09-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok nabilah mepek ehk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAYA WITH HC!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDf48UbEI/AAAAAAAAAps/HsumrIqzW84/s1600-h/raya56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392431081474780226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDf48UbEI/AAAAAAAAAps/HsumrIqzW84/s320/raya56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shai yang cute :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDfZh5GgI/AAAAAAAAApk/5MowgDkZ3ws/s1600-h/raya55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392431073042438658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDfZh5GgI/AAAAAAAAApk/5MowgDkZ3ws/s320/raya55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; intro shikin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDfC62EzI/AAAAAAAAApc/ddumjdtZHgE/s1600-h/raya54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392431066973082418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDfC62EzI/AAAAAAAAApc/ddumjdtZHgE/s320/raya54.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ai.. penat ke bang oi.. hehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDergUo7I/AAAAAAAAApU/IeNM4cEEric/s1600-h/raya53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392431060687823794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDergUo7I/AAAAAAAAApU/IeNM4cEEric/s320/raya53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the pretty gurls.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDH_OcBHI/AAAAAAAAApM/WrmAJJKe4iM/s1600-h/raya52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430670844527730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDH_OcBHI/AAAAAAAAApM/WrmAJJKe4iM/s320/raya52.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; taking a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDHcP-HII/AAAAAAAAApE/DyH2LlFGgW4/s1600-h/raya50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430661455715458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDHcP-HII/AAAAAAAAApE/DyH2LlFGgW4/s320/raya50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the red man.. i dunnoe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDG-iTksI/AAAAAAAAAo8/nUzq92QeVyE/s1600-h/raya49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430653479555778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDG-iTksI/AAAAAAAAAo8/nUzq92QeVyE/s320/raya49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sufiyan, rohaizat, amirul, shafiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDGgQppMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/KupPzpRLMUw/s1600-h/raya48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430645352441026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDGgQppMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/KupPzpRLMUw/s320/raya48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; green gurl, anisa,mirah,shai,me,shikin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDGJbHYiI/AAAAAAAAAos/5kdNakOdVGk/s1600-h/raya47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430639222317602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXDGJbHYiI/AAAAAAAAAos/5kdNakOdVGk/s320/raya47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; grp photo under atiqah's blk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCpwJzilI/AAAAAAAAAok/ZtirTI3uZQw/s1600-h/raya46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430151402490450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCpwJzilI/AAAAAAAAAok/ZtirTI3uZQw/s320/raya46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in atiqah's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCpveQ8KI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mZGMbkUtcz4/s1600-h/raya45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430151219867810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCpveQ8KI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mZGMbkUtcz4/s320/raya45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waa.. abg2 shafiq ah... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCpCEANHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/r1NKi5Nk1Eo/s1600-h/raya44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430139030123634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCpCEANHI/AAAAAAAAAoU/r1NKi5Nk1Eo/s320/raya44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; celebrity mane ntah ni.. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCoQfdUyI/AAAAAAAAAoM/yGePhcEqCeA/s1600-h/raya43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430125723505442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCoQfdUyI/AAAAAAAAAoM/yGePhcEqCeA/s320/raya43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and shafiq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCn11k9BI/AAAAAAAAAoE/UmQIeV3mqlk/s1600-h/raya41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392430118568522770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCn11k9BI/AAAAAAAAAoE/UmQIeV3mqlk/s320/raya41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; atiqah hand, shikin and shafiq LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCNE2wjCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/m2ksARexcGs/s1600-h/raya39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392429658743540770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCNE2wjCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/m2ksARexcGs/s320/raya39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sumpah mira n shai lawa in tis pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCMm5dP2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/UmOHb3uiBc8/s1600-h/raya38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392429650701795170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCMm5dP2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/UmOHb3uiBc8/s320/raya38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute per sufiyan hapie.. ahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCMCPwrLI/AAAAAAAAAns/z03qaxcCokk/s1600-h/raya37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392429640863231154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCMCPwrLI/AAAAAAAAAns/z03qaxcCokk/s320/raya37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 dara laa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCLhw5juI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Lo7iXtfcZkw/s1600-h/raya36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392429632143855330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCLhw5juI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Lo7iXtfcZkw/s320/raya36.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; intro shifa in pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCLaSaUuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/_YJGPLXnmEw/s1600-h/raya35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392429630136931042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXCLaSaUuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/_YJGPLXnmEw/s320/raya35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; alala.. cute per.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXB0EWjcFI/AAAAAAAAAnU/m86m7mPNwHM/s1600-h/raya32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392429229111734354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXB0EWjcFI/AAAAAAAAAnU/m86m7mPNwHM/s320/raya32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fiq.. minum glass yg ke brape tuu ... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBz_SY46I/AAAAAAAAAnM/KUgpO8dK54w/s1600-h/raya31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392429227752088482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBz_SY46I/AAAAAAAAAnM/KUgpO8dK54w/s320/raya31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; air lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBzT2a0VI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ARbsJFj2oQk/s1600-h/raya30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392429216092049746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBzT2a0VI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ARbsJFj2oQk/s320/raya30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AIR LAGI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBy_lkO8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/4lFZH3GJops/s1600-h/raya28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392429210652654530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBy_lkO8I/AAAAAAAAAm8/4lFZH3GJops/s320/raya28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ruhaizad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXByWEgq9I/AAAAAAAAAm0/h8VnUQUNXQc/s1600-h/raya27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392429199508155346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXByWEgq9I/AAAAAAAAAm0/h8VnUQUNXQc/s320/raya27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; amirul and sufiayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBbhYbESI/AAAAAAAAAms/5yBW2eH29ZE/s1600-h/raya24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392428807407472930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBbhYbESI/AAAAAAAAAms/5yBW2eH29ZE/s320/raya24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hafiz uat ape tuu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBbWywE-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/hohLS51bVSo/s1600-h/raya21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392428804565111778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBbWywE-I/AAAAAAAAAmk/hohLS51bVSo/s320/raya21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sweet couple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBa2w25cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/GTZRhuOu6qI/s1600-h/raya20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392428795967235522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBa2w25cI/AAAAAAAAAmc/GTZRhuOu6qI/s320/raya20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wat the hell am i doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBabSoeJI/AAAAAAAAAmU/QZ5h7J9G9Xk/s1600-h/raya15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392428788592703634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBabSoeJI/AAAAAAAAAmU/QZ5h7J9G9Xk/s320/raya15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sdp per!! yumyum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBaJwROAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Zy_T6LMLOo0/s1600-h/raya14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392428783885170690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXBaJwROAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Zy_T6LMLOo0/s320/raya14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shafiq muke stop it .. makan tuu maintain ehk umah org...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXA3UOT31I/AAAAAAAAAl8/NsCCGtYwHcE/s1600-h/raya12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392428185400106834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXA3UOT31I/AAAAAAAAAl8/NsCCGtYwHcE/s320/raya12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1 2 3 pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXA218jBcI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lfZN6S3DGhE/s1600-h/raya11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392428177272538562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXA218jBcI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lfZN6S3DGhE/s320/raya11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mdm saadiah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXA2swj35I/AAAAAAAAAls/DDBVvkOi3J8/s1600-h/raya10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392428174806343570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXA2swj35I/AAAAAAAAAls/DDBVvkOi3J8/s320/raya10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photo of the boys with mdm saadiah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXAUMdWXFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/sRCHCXB2vH8/s1600-h/raya9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392427582020279378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXAUMdWXFI/AAAAAAAAAlk/sRCHCXB2vH8/s320/raya9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photo of gurl with mdm saadiah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXATg24JDI/AAAAAAAAAlc/luzF6s772_s/s1600-h/raya8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392427570316190770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXATg24JDI/AAAAAAAAAlc/luzF6s772_s/s320/raya8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mdm saadiah cute ehk hehhe.. i love her !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXATPXi5HI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Y1vb7k3ok7Q/s1600-h/raya7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392427565621372018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXATPXi5HI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Y1vb7k3ok7Q/s320/raya7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; heeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXASoVWVzI/AAAAAAAAAlM/e6AFLtEQXA0/s1600-h/raya6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392427555143178034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXASoVWVzI/AAAAAAAAAlM/e6AFLtEQXA0/s320/raya6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cute uh.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXASfDVPNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fiOxmlCoyFc/s1600-h/raya5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392427552651689170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXASfDVPNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/fiOxmlCoyFc/s320/raya5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;mirah mirah mirah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StW_4q5wpqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/nTwmFgBhEt4/s1600-h/raya4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392427109156169378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StW_4q5wpqI/AAAAAAAAAk8/nTwmFgBhEt4/s320/raya4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my fwens laaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StW_4S8QBCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/SBXApeyGbFA/s1600-h/raya3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392427102724162594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StW_4S8QBCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/SBXApeyGbFA/s320/raya3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yeee... i noe u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StW_39fhOfI/AAAAAAAAAks/qRYJleWjeZg/s1600-h/raya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392427096966511090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StW_39fhOfI/AAAAAAAAAks/qRYJleWjeZg/s320/raya1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; edit2 uh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StW_3Yn9xfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/tUJN086iZb8/s1600-h/raya0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392427087069824498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StW_3Yn9xfI/AAAAAAAAAkk/tUJN086iZb8/s320/raya0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok gmbr da bnyk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StW_2xybvaI/AAAAAAAAAkc/rEreH0mWAsI/s1600-h/ray42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392427076644748706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StW_2xybvaI/AAAAAAAAAkc/rEreH0mWAsI/s320/ray42.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shikin n shafiq..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-722672732036680508?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/722672732036680508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=722672732036680508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/722672732036680508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/722672732036680508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/10/raya-with-hc-and-my-cuzzies.html' title='Raya with HC! and my cuzzies'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fNhXjMUbx5Y/StXGLndjsTI/AAAAAAAAAqs/XIlsvmYx8II/s72-c/raya+09-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-2605236369816991795</id><published>2009-10-14T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:07:52.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses, daisies &amp; sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I received a bunch of roses that took my breath away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I put them in a vas and stare at them all day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But one day the rose petals turns black;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hey.. i loved you.." i said to them back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"what can i do, i can't fix you..";&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"but do you know that used to admire you?".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As sweet as sugar;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As white as the clouds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daisy u are the cutest flower;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have no doubts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright rays of light shining down to me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brightens up the joyful happiness in me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouh sunshine ouh sunshine what will u do?;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If i were to cover up the brightness in u?.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i'm like so &lt;strong&gt;faking&lt;/strong&gt; here man writing poems all of a &lt;strong&gt;sudden&lt;/strong&gt;. Hey i've been warn &lt;strong&gt;not to pull the triger&lt;/strong&gt; this afternoon so yea.. i'll be "&lt;em&gt;crazie&lt;/em&gt;" den. :) so far, i could &lt;strong&gt;keep&lt;/strong&gt; it in me for as long as i could. Geez.. one whole &lt;strong&gt;opera&lt;/strong&gt; show is &lt;strong&gt;coming up&lt;/strong&gt; ouh so soon. hahas. ok enuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting down to &lt;strong&gt;17 oct&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;2 more daes&lt;/strong&gt; to go!! ouh yea!! :D &lt;em&gt;suprise suprise surprise&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;RYTE&lt;/strong&gt; dy.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bdw.. my i received pictures from raya.. so i will be uploading it in the &lt;strong&gt;next post&lt;/strong&gt;. OK GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ having fun laughing at every joke from u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-2605236369816991795?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/2605236369816991795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=2605236369816991795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2605236369816991795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/2605236369816991795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/10/roses-daisies-sunshine.html' title='Roses, daisies &amp; sunshine'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6512084701883566164</id><published>2009-10-11T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:51:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kendarat and bugis shopping</title><content type='html'>yo duddettes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.. im like damn f-ing tired from my &lt;strong&gt;kendarat&lt;/strong&gt; thingy just nw. wow.. the guests never stop pouring in frm &lt;strong&gt;11am till 5pm&lt;/strong&gt; n not to mention they eat like [im sorry to say tis] a &lt;strong&gt;pig&lt;/strong&gt;. a greedy one too!.. there were the 4 of us doing this.&lt;strong&gt; ME, ZAWIYAH, MUSFIRAH AND HAIDHER&lt;/strong&gt;. i tell ya we are so damn short of man power. my legs are &lt;strong&gt;killing&lt;/strong&gt; me by the end of the day. theres a bit of controversy during the wedding. lets nt get in to that. soo rushing la. but in the end.. we got &lt;strong&gt;paid&lt;/strong&gt;. :D hahaha.. ka-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!! lols.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;$$$$$$&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss zawiyah and musfirah. ahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouhya. yesterdae went to bugis with &lt;strong&gt;atiqah&lt;/strong&gt;.. boy did we shop till we drop. &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;! haha.. i tell u we shop and theres no ending to it man. we bought alot of stuff.. *&lt;strong&gt;pointing to atiqah&lt;/strong&gt;* haha. she.. bought a "&lt;strong&gt;handfull&lt;/strong&gt;" of stuffs.. ouh and  me.. i just bout 3 dresses, i purse, 2 earings 1 flower hair pin. hahaha ok wat.. lol. but im so gonna go there again man. more dresses to buy!!! ok im so gila on dresses.. okok atiqah.. we go again ah :)&lt;br /&gt;actually wanna type summore but too tired. hmm i need to turn in nw. &lt;strong&gt;tmrw starting skul already&lt;/strong&gt;. wth!!.. geezzz.. i dunwanna mention about it. damn it!&lt;br /&gt;pffft~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~supperr i love u :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6512084701883566164?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6512084701883566164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6512084701883566164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6512084701883566164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6512084701883566164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/10/kendarat-and-bugis-shopping.html' title='kendarat and bugis shopping'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-7342802521767795446</id><published>2009-10-09T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:24:51.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the week is drawing nearer</title><content type='html'>eh hello..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;test test.. testing 1 2 3.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh hws my blogskin? cool or wat? :P [memuji diri nmpk]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok....&lt;br /&gt;next week skul re-opens already and i'm like having major headaches. gahahas. my madrasah projects la wat else ? giving me all these &lt;strong&gt;headaches&lt;/strong&gt; at the wrong time. hmms..&lt;br /&gt;ouhyea.. &lt;strong&gt;havent received my timetable&lt;/strong&gt; fer next week.. n i'm like panicking sumhw i dunnoe why.. [when im nt so excited for skul re-opens -.-] ironic me..&lt;br /&gt;plus this coming sundae im having the &lt;strong&gt;kendarat&lt;/strong&gt; thingy .. &lt;strong&gt;zawiyah, aisyah and musfirah&lt;/strong&gt; will be there too!!! hehe.. finally get to meet u guys.. so long ehs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. my 3rd ex has been giving me the stupid stress coz for god noes wat he wants frm me. eh hello boy.. move on la.. u left me just like that and u are saying that u want this &lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt; nt to end. At the &lt;strong&gt;begining&lt;/strong&gt;.. theres no friendship. friends dun &lt;strong&gt;leave&lt;/strong&gt; them just like that. friends dont &lt;strong&gt;lie&lt;/strong&gt;. n u call our &lt;strong&gt;related-ness&lt;/strong&gt; friendship?? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wat the f&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is this?? well im gonna give u last chance. if u bother me one more time.. dy... dy go ahead and do watever u want to do to him dy.. im nt stoping u. n i understand that u are angry. sorie... as for that person.. im nt gg to answer ur question animore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh bdw. i noe sumthin, a &lt;strong&gt;secret&lt;/strong&gt;. found it out by myself. its kinda shocking i think.. to noe about it. but as usual. its nt my life n its urs. so i &lt;strong&gt;HECK&lt;/strong&gt; about it. simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i dunnoe wat else to sae so.. tats it luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh !! i cnt wait fer on the &lt;strong&gt;17th&lt;/strong&gt; next week.. i think sumone noes.. :P hehe.. *big grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~i will light u up when ure down no matter what :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-7342802521767795446?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/7342802521767795446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=7342802521767795446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7342802521767795446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/7342802521767795446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-week-is-drawing-nearer.html' title='when the week is drawing nearer'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-6937454876822776012</id><published>2009-10-04T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:59:52.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blisters</title><content type='html'>wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mygosh, my leg hurts like crazy nw. Reason to it, jln raye the WHOLE DAE ystdy.. blisters all over man.. ouch! when i thought i could spend time with him.. family visits clashes. hw great.. well with the use of two heads [me and him] we manage to solve the problem uh. thx dy :)&lt;br /&gt;we were at yishun area after ending a session of raya "jalan-ing" with my ite frens.. i met him there. had a proper dinner and have a nice convo after that while waiting for my auntie to pick me up afterwards to go bukit batok. yea..&lt;br /&gt;while we're at yishun. theres this two aged men [apeks] fighting over god noes wat at the interchange in yishun. at the beginning the botak one stomps his feet and the one with yellow shirt was yelling all the wae.. den after we made another turn to head back to the mrt.. we thoght the whole drama was over but guess wat.. the yellow apek took a broom and play a chase of hide and seek.. bagus per...&lt;br /&gt;den i had to part with him. hw saddening ryte... gees..  ok my mum is like eager to use tis comp nw soo.. chow? hahs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-6937454876822776012?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/6937454876822776012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=6937454876822776012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6937454876822776012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/6937454876822776012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/10/blisters.html' title='blisters'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035489391914007084.post-4160030520672437364</id><published>2009-10-01T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:38:27.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nk tak nk</title><content type='html'>thinking of deleting my cbox. shud i.. the chat place mcm tk perlu... seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035489391914007084-4160030520672437364?l=redravenbonafide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/feeds/4160030520672437364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4035489391914007084&amp;postID=4160030520672437364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4160030520672437364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035489391914007084/posts/default/4160030520672437364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redravenbonafide.blogspot.com/2009/10/nk-tak-nk.html' title='nk tak nk'/><author><name>vamps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765023137009482597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
