<?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-13255711</id><updated>2012-02-14T15:20:17.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the eyes of a young poet</title><subtitle type='html'>What goes around comes around,what goes up must come down.Karma will be catching up soon...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>349</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6992501356124033214</id><published>2012-02-04T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T19:18:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #54 --&gt; Head Count to how many men who check me out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wow Wee Junior Juice!!!! LOL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My head count, from 5, now has reached 9...and one of it, the number 8, is actually my ex boyfriend, the longest relationship boyfriend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Muahahaha, I'm looking better and better day by day...After all, I love the attention, so, might aswell work hard to achieve my goal right? Goal and GOLD! LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ngee Hee Hee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, as today, 04.02.2012, my head count is now 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Let's see how far more I can go. Note, my head count will stop on the 27th June 2012!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6992501356124033214?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6992501356124033214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6992501356124033214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6992501356124033214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6992501356124033214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/02/crapping-101-54-head-count-to-how-many.html' title='Crapping 101 #54 --&gt; Head Count to how many men who check me out!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6706968370328387364</id><published>2012-01-24T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T18:37:39.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #53 --&gt; Full of crap...LOL~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I'm feeling a little down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wish I could see him, get a hug from him, get a kiss from him, talk to him, one last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I miss him, his text messages, his calls, laughing with him, telling him shiet...Haih...How sad it is when things were fine, but there are unfair reasons just lingering around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It took me 2 years to forget Ied before this... I wonder how long it's going to take for me to forget Mr. Sunshine...LMFAO~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, today is a very boring day. Woke up at 4 plus...Been doing nothing since then.. It feels like I have no brain or someshit like that...I think even Patrick the starfish has a better day than mine. HaHaHa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh shiet..Suddenly, I'm wondering, how is he doing in Jakarta? Is he fine? Has he been eating well? Has he been taking care of his health? Has he been fucking around? Shiet...WTF? Why am I thinking about him. He quit on me. Ahh, enough Nathra, fuck it, forget!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6706968370328387364?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6706968370328387364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6706968370328387364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6706968370328387364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6706968370328387364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-53-full-of-craplol.html' title='Crapping 101 #53 --&gt; Full of crap...LOL~'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-2610205168179210021</id><published>2012-01-24T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:46:48.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #52 --&gt; Head Count to how many men who check me out!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, recently, I have decided to do a head count, on how many people in Malaysia or in this world would find me attractive... Meaning, they would either check me out, or have the guts to approach me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Last week, Thursday, there was 1 guy, who was actually checking me out. He was in his car, waiting for only God knows what. I'm not sure if he's chinese or malay. He was in a Viva. I walked from 7 Eleven at Convent Kajang school to my car. He watched me. I got in my car, started the engine, turned on the inner lights coz I was about to top up my phone. I looked at him, I noticed he was staring at me..After I topped up my phone, I turned off the lights, then I looked at him again, I saw him showing his phone to me, with the screen facing my direction, I guess that's his way of saying 'hey, whats ur number'...LMFAO~ He should have just be a man, got down of the car, and approached me. Anyway, that was the 1st guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then, yesterday, I went to Cameron Highlands with Mom, Dad and Rini. There, 3 guys checked me out. Aha, yes, not 1, but 3!!! LOL~ Alright, this just means that my plan to be hot, is working! :) Being hot is not only just looking good (face) alright people, being hot means, you gotta walk proudly, gracefully, like you own the world, and dress up nice, have confidence, speak good English with accent...Damn, it's tough alright!! Anyway, all together, head count, 4 now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today, CNY lunch at cik P's home, as usual, this is the 4th year I go there, it is my culture now for CNYs. After lunch, went to meet cik R, at Bangsar. Went to do threading and face+neck bleaching again, shit, the lady did my eyebrow a little to thin..LOL~ Nevermind that. Then, me and cik R, went shopping, then chill at Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tealeaf. While walking in Bangsar Village 2, there was a dude, he was old lah, I think around 40ish...He checked me out. LMFAO~ I was talking to cik R, telling her about living in New York, being hot, walking like we own the world...So I was walking straight, with chest out, with English accent..He saw me, he checked me out as he passed by me...LOL~ So, head count, 5 now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;5 people checked me out...Hmm...How many more to come? I guess we'll just wait and see.. Ngee Hee Hee.. I guess this break up is doing me good. Sad, but I'm hot now, so who cares? LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-2610205168179210021?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2610205168179210021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=2610205168179210021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2610205168179210021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2610205168179210021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-52-head-count-to-how-many.html' title='Crapping 101 #52 --&gt; Head Count to how many men who check me out!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5781305838803861486</id><published>2012-01-21T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T16:10:30.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #51 --&gt; Miss, miss, miss... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think I miss him. I wish I could replay 30th October - 11th December 2011 again and again. LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It was nice having him calling me, texting me, skyping with me, staring at me, listening to me, smiling at me, laughing with me. Owh dear, I'm only me when I was with him. I felt so real and alive. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh those sweet memories. But, I guess, shit happens, you can never escape the shits of life right? LOL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kalau saja semua itu masih berlaku....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's occay. I will get my feet back on the ground. But, I still will wait for him, even if it takes forever, even if he has moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lirikan matanya, telah terpahat di dada. Senyuman ikhlasnya, telah terbuku di hati. Ahh, rindunya aku dengan dia. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5781305838803861486?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5781305838803861486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5781305838803861486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5781305838803861486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5781305838803861486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-51-miss-miss-miss.html' title='Crapping 101 #51 --&gt; Miss, miss, miss... :)'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-9068981237225105424</id><published>2012-01-21T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:46:25.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #50 --&gt; I wished the future never appeared in mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have been asking myself a million times, do I actually want to marry him?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;At 1st, the answer was YES, YES and YES...Then, been thinking so deep, I did not had a single thought about marriage for the first time in my life while I was in a relationship. I never even thought I would have dated him. So I guess, my answer would be a NO. I don't know who the fuck he is, how can I say I want to marry him. I guess, my intention was just to love, be loved, but, not marriage. Basically, what I'm saying here is, I just wanted to be in a relationship with him. Nothing more than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was driving back alone from my grandmother's house. This thought came to mind. Therefore, I'm blogging it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Been thinking so deep. He acts like he's all mature, but no, he's actually not. Hey, I'm not saying I am. LOL~ He acts like he's all tough, but no, he's actually not. Maybe what I have been writing in my blog, made him, and a lot of people think, that I would want to marry him. Maybe it freaked him out. Hey, I'll never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, after thinking and those thoughts came to my mind, next thing I know, I was already in Kajang, passing by Kajang Church, I just thought about him. And I felt sad, to be honest, I felt like fuck, I think I miss him. And wish that I could tell him that all I wanted was just a relationship from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But what the fuck, what's done is done. All we can do is not to think back, or even look at the future, but look at life now, and live the life. Ahaks, if that was so easy to be done, I wouldn't have had a blog in the first place right? LOL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;u know u love me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-9068981237225105424?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/9068981237225105424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=9068981237225105424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/9068981237225105424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/9068981237225105424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-50-i-wished-future-never.html' title='Crapping 101 #50 --&gt; I wished the future never appeared in mind...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-9070271551897064770</id><published>2012-01-19T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:24:18.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #49 --&gt; It finally hits my farking brain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The long drive home, traffic jam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I managed to ask Dad a question. The intention was to try to understand Mr. Sunshine's decision on the break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ME : Dad, when you marry Mom, were you scared? About religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The first thing he replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;DAD : That's why I dated Mom for 7 years. To ensure that I love her, to ensure that I understand and learn about the religion and culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wow. He really did love her. He said, a guy who really loves you, would do anything for you, even die for you. I guess what he meant was, if a guy really loves me, he would take a bullet for me straight in his heart. Meaning, if someone were to shoot me, the guy would be willing to jump in front of me so the bullet would hit him, instead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I guess, in Dad's case, he did not quit the relationship. He really knew what he was signing up for. He took the challenge. He really did love Mom. He also said, if a girl is willing to do anything for a guy, that's no use, the marriage would not last long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That just put sense in my head. I guess, Mr. Sunshine did love me, but he did not love me till the extend that he would die for me. I guess, there's just no use in being together. I'm going to move on. Yet, deep in my heart, I know, I still wish he would have love me to the extend of doing anything for me, I still wish he did not quit on me, I still wish he is the one whom I will wake up to every day for the rest of my life. After all, he even moved on now, he's happy wherever on earth he is, he doesn't even care a single shiet about me, so, why should I suffer right? :) After all, if he really loved me, he would still wont have the heart to look at any girls, fuck any girls, he would have still want to know about me, he would have still called me, misses me, love me, he would still keep in contact with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;After the talk with Dad, I changed my decision, a man must be willing to jump in front of the bullet for me. I'm not going to do anything for a guy anymore. Fuck that shiet. If a guy really had balls, he must do anything for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm glad Dad did not quit on Mom. I'm glad he took 7 years to date her, to know that he really loves her, and to convert. I'm glad he is my father. And I'm farking glad I had that talk with Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mr. Sunshine is my true love I guess, cause I was willing to do anything for him, but he may not be the one I will end up with. True love only come once, but it doesn't mean that they will be the one you'll end up with. Sometimes, even a couple who's married for 30 years, they would still be thinking of 'Hey, I once had a real true love, but it did not happen.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, Mr. Sunshine, if you read this, note this dear, you will always be my true love. I will always have a place for you in my heart, in my life. But, if you are not willing to take a bullet for me, I guess your decision was right. Thank you, for ending it now, than ending it later. I guess you were right all along, when you said you did not want us to get hurt later. I guess you blocking me on facebook was the right thing to do after all. It is helping me, eventhough I still do love you and miss you, and do hope you'll come back. But, I guess, I owe you an apology, and a thank you. I hope, one day, we will meet, and would laugh about the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh Oh, I'm going to start a head count, on how many guys out there, who tries to woo me, who's attracted to me... Just for fun. Hey, I'm still holding on to my words, I don't think I want to get married. ;) Too many things I have seen and learn from marriages. Enough. Too scary. I think the only perfect one I have seen so far is, erm, Mr. Sunshine's parents. Alright, goodbye marriage, hello to the new Nathra!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-9070271551897064770?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/9070271551897064770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=9070271551897064770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/9070271551897064770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/9070271551897064770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-49-it-finally-hits-my.html' title='Crapping 101 #49 --&gt; It finally hits my farking brain..'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-1930946066655886648</id><published>2012-01-19T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T22:01:05.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #48 --&gt; 19.01.2012 Updates...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today, 19.01.2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apuchi's 1 year death prayer. I went, at about 11ish. Saw her picture, then realized how much I misses her. And how things were different for last deepavali and the coming deepavalis. No more waking up in the morning to go to see Apuchi on each deepavali. No more visiting her. No more smelling her smell. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then, while at the prayer, Mom told me Nenek is not well. She started hallucinating and stuff. Seeing the dead. She's already in between reality and the other world. Just like Apuchi before she died. So we went and visit Nenek after the prayer. She was just lying on the bed, as usual, bedridden. I felt like crying looking at her like that. If she dies too, that's it, I won't have any grandmother anymore. As it is, I have never met my grandfathers, they died before I was born. It's gonna be so weird again for each Hari Raya. But, part of me feels like it's best that she goes away. She's suffering so much, just sleeping all day, no movement. Hmm. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then, on the way back, I drove, Dad sat at the passenger seat. The long traffic jam given me a chance to talk to Dad, privately. Update on the next blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Btw, last night, I slept, I woke up suddenly, hearing my own voice, calling my name twice 'Nathra, Nathra.' FARKING SCARY OCCAY!!! Ngee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-1930946066655886648?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1930946066655886648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=1930946066655886648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1930946066655886648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1930946066655886648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-48-19012012-updates.html' title='Crapping 101 #48 --&gt; 19.01.2012 Updates...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5346280680985642707</id><published>2012-01-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T21:45:50.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #47 --&gt; 18.01.2012 Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So I went to Seremban, to meet Dr. R. Walking in the psychiatry department was a little weird for me, felt like I was a crazy girl, checking in an asylum by myself. HaHaHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was&amp;nbsp;prescribed&amp;nbsp;with medication. Hurmp~ Dr. R gave me 'Fluoxetine' and sleeping pills 'T. Lorazepam'.. He said 'Fluoxetine' will make me happy all the time. Muahahahaha, just what I need! Let's see whether it will make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, googled this drug, got the answers to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q1 : Why do I need this medicine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A1 :&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Fluovex is used to treat depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;It can also be used to treat anxiety disorders such as panic disorder, social anxiety disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) or an eating disorder known as bulimia nervosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Fluovex may also be used together with other medicines to treat other depressive conditions as decided by your doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Fluovex belongs to a group of antidepressants known as Selective Serotonin Re-uptake Inhibitors (SSRIs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: dimgrey; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q2 : What side effects would I experience?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;A2 :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Fluovex may make you drowsy or dizzy. If you are affected, do not drive or take part in any activity in which you need to be alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Common side effects of Fluovex include headache, abnormal dreams, loss of appetite, anxiety, weakness, diarrhoea, dry mouth, indigestion, flu, difficulty sleeping, tiredness, loss of sex drive, nausea, nervousness, sore throat, rash, sweating, tremors and hot flushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Alert your doctor if any of these side effects are severe or refuse to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Other side effects are less common but may need medical help. Alert your doctor if you develop any of these symptoms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;- hallucinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;- unusual restlessness and the inability to rest or sit still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;- agitation or extreme, unexplained excitement (non-stop talking, moving or gesticulating)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;- very fast, irregular or pounding heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;- difficulty breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;- severe muscle spasm or stiffness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;*SHIT!!!LOSS OF SEX DRIVE??!! LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: dimgrey; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q3 : Are there any restriction to the type of food I can take?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;A3 :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;Avoid alcohol. Alcohol, even in small amounts, can worsen the drowsiness caused by Fluovex. It can also affect your reaction time and make it unsafe for you to drive or take part in activities in which you need to be alert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;*GOOD, GONNA QUIT DRINKING ANYWAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: dimgrey; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, those are the 3 main important questions on my head..Ngeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hope I wont have those side effects!!! Scary....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, that's all bout the update on 18th January 2012... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: dimgrey; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5346280680985642707?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5346280680985642707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5346280680985642707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5346280680985642707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5346280680985642707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-47-18012012-update.html' title='Crapping 101 #47 --&gt; 18.01.2012 Update'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-3988568002839645410</id><published>2012-01-17T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:00:08.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #46 --&gt; The rules and updates on me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me start by saying this. This country is not fair eh. The rules are crap.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next, I'm going to say, life is unfair too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If they were to allow inter-religion marriages, no one would feel so pain, and everyone would be happy. Well, everyone has their own faith to hold on to, even if they married another race, if they still believe in what they believe in, so what? Even if they converted just for formality sake, and still believe in their own faith, so what? Other countries allow all these, which I think is awesome. Can I be there please!! Haihh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Life...Why is there such thing as being scared? Why is there such thing as being daring? Haihh.. Can't everything be mutual, the same? That say 'If you love someone, learn to let that person go', it's so bloody unfair. What's the point of loving someone, if you have to let go? Just the same with what's the point, of starting something beautiful, then, because of things happening around you, you quit that something beautiful, for someone else's sake, not for your own sake. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But alright, I'm starting to accept the facts. I'm starting to move on, trying to put a smile on my face, but it seems so fake. I hate being fake. I'm only me when I'm with him. But I guess this is reality, you love someone so much, and at one point, you just got to let go. Reality is a bitch. A real pain in the ass. Nevermind, time will heal me. But yeap, I'm not going to love anymore, couldn't care about it anymore. I just know, there's only one person I love, that I will wait for till eternity. I know it is stupid, but he was the best. He was just too special, too perfect. But, I also wish the best for him in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Life goes on, yes. I will do the things that I have always wanted to do all these while. For a start, loose weight and go gothic. I want to be like that girl Abby on CSI. ZOMG, she has always made me amazed, she inspires me. Then, I'm going to make sure I own a scrambler bike, go for rally races. Owh, awesomeness. I would make people amazed by my appearance. Find a job I would love working in. Find my true self, cause he whom I love and can never stop loving, inspires me to see wonders ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can never hate him, in fact, I'm actually blessed to have had him in my life before, because of him, I'm changing, I have the courage to change. He made me want to look good, he made me want to dress like a girl, he made me want to loose weight, he made me see wonders of life. So, thank you, YOU. And because of him, I'm also blessed to have great friends. Because of him, I knew what love was, eventhough I know it's impossible to see it ever again, what I saw in his eyes, and the love I saw that his parents have for each other, Wow, I'm blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Gee, I'm actually&amp;nbsp;smiling&amp;nbsp;while writing all these. The memories, makes me happy. The flashbacks, makes me happy. Yes, there are times when I would feel so sad, feel so unfair, but, reality check, that's life eh. We just got to be strong and face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, tomorrow, my appointment with the psychologist is at 8.30 a.m. I'm scared to go, but I'm looking forward to finding out what it will be like. Like a friend said, sometimes, we would listen to a person who wears a white coat, who tells us things in a way that we can understand. Hope he would help me, and I hope by meeting this doctor, I would help myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-3988568002839645410?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3988568002839645410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=3988568002839645410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3988568002839645410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3988568002839645410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-46-rules-and-updates-on-me.html' title='Crapping 101 #46 --&gt; The rules and updates on me...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-8439616546446351874</id><published>2012-01-16T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T20:03:35.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #45 --&gt; Fikirkan sejenak teman-temanku, hidup ini sangat aneh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hidup ini sangat aneh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kadang-kadang, kita perlu buka mata dan menyoal, kenapa ada orang yang amat membenci diri kita. Di mana titik permulaan kesalahan kita, bolehkah di undurkan semula kesalahan itu? Setiap orang, pasti boleh mendapat keampunan dari orang yang membenci. Semua orang berhak menerima peluang kedua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kadang-kadang, kita perlu buka mata dan menyoal, kenapa ada orang yang amat mencintai diri kita. Padahal, kita tidak sehebat mana pun. Bukan harta dan kekayaan yang dicari, tapi, kesucian di dalam hati yang di nilai. Tanya, kenapa cinta dia amat suci dan ikhlas terhadap diri kita? Kenapa dia tidak boleh melupakan kita? Haruskah aku mencuba sekali lagi, memberi peluang kepadanya? Tanya diri anda semua itu. Sekali lagi, setiap manusia berhak menerima peluang kedua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kadang-kadang, kita perlu buka mata dan menyoal, kenapa diri kita amat menyintai seseorang itu. Memang dia tidak memiliki harta, tidak memiliki rupa sekacak Brad Pitt, tapi, hatinya amat murni, dan matanya hanya menunjukkan cinta ikhlas. Kelakuannya, tutur katanya, cara dia membawa diri, cara dia menghormati, mungkin kerana semua itu, kita tidak dapat melupakan seseorang itu sehingga ke akhir hayat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kadang-kadang, kita perlu buka mata dan menyoal, kenapa ada orang yang sanggup berkorban apa sahaja untuk kita. Keluarga, agama, anak-anak yang dicintainya, hidupnya. Tanya pada diri, betulkah begitu suci, murni dan ikhlas cintanya terhadap diri kita? Bolehkah dia menjadi ibu/bapa kepada anak kita? Kalau sudah sanggup di korbankan segalanya, telah difikir panjang oleh dirinya, memang, dia boleh menjadi isteri/suami kepada diri anda. Kerana, cinta sejati itu bermaksud, mereka yang sanggup melakukan apa sahaja, demi menyelamatkan suatu hubungan, demi untuk membahagiakan kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Setiap orang berhak menerima peluang kedua dalam hidup. Ujian memang akan terus datang dan tidak akan pernah meninggalkan kita. Semua itu, hanya untuk menguji kekuatan mental dan fizikal diri kita. Menguji kecekalan diri kita. Menguji sedalam mana keikhlasan diri kita. Menguji kesedaran diri kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fikirkan sejenak teman-temanku. Jadilah manusia yang sentiasa memberi peluang kepada orang yang lain, kerana itu akan menjadikan diri kita hebat dan dipandang tinggi oleh masyarakat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-8439616546446351874?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8439616546446351874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=8439616546446351874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8439616546446351874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8439616546446351874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-45-fikirkan-sejenak-teman.html' title='Crapping 101 #45 --&gt; Fikirkan sejenak teman-temanku, hidup ini sangat aneh.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-1256514449770875113</id><published>2012-01-16T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:21:15.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You... #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just have to write this down. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can't seem to get you out of my mind. I just miss you too much. I wish you'd meet me, so I could just shake you off and tell you that I fucking love and miss you so much! But I also wish I could turn back time, so I could undo the mistake I did, the one that made you hated me so badly. Now, not only I lost you as the one I love, but even lost you as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm going to let go of my ego, and admit this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I am madly deeply in love with you. Yes, I am willing to wait for you till the day I die. Yes, I'm loosing my mind not having you around. Yes, you mean the world to me. Yes, I would be there for you, through every single thing that you'd go through. Yes, I would take the pain for you, I would take your sadness away. Yes, I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Yes, I want to know every single thing about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My heart says, don't let go, you're too perfect. You are my drug, you are my weed, you are my alcohol, you are my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Please soften your heart, please forgive me, please come back, please be with me, please make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I still stand on my grounds, where I am willing to sacrifice everything I have just to be with you. I will never ask you to change anything about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss you and I love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Nathra ND-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-1256514449770875113?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1256514449770875113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=1256514449770875113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1256514449770875113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1256514449770875113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-you-2.html' title='Dear You... #2'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-3777131458783493013</id><published>2012-01-15T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:50:34.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear You,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know, I had made the biggest mistake, and I know, you hate me so much that you might even want to kill me. All I could say is, I'm really sorry. I wish I can undo what I have done, so I could still be friends with you. My hard headed head, has caused everything to be wrong. But hey, I have to say this. So hear me and listen. Since you left, 12th December 2011, I have been feeling so empty, so&amp;nbsp;lifeless, so down. I miss the whole you so much, your smell, the way your eyes shine, your voice, your smile, it made my heart calm. Now, I want you to know, that I will always be there for you, no matter what happens, I will always stand tall by you and that you can always count on me. I will wait for you, even if it kills me, I will wait for you till the end of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart has a tattoo of your name in it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Nathra ND-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-3777131458783493013?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3777131458783493013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=3777131458783493013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3777131458783493013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3777131458783493013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-you.html' title='Dear You...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5128325296645968968</id><published>2012-01-15T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:56:28.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #44 --&gt; The perfect song that speaks my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Perfect song to speak for my heart ;P for Mr. Sunshine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There You'll Be"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When I think back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On these times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And the dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'll be glad 'cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I was blessed to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To have you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When I look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'll look and see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You were right there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'll always see you soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Above the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There will always be a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For you for all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'll keep a part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Of you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And everywhere I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And everywhere I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well you showed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;To feel the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Within my reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Will remember all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The strength you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Your love made me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh, I owe so much to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You were right there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[Repeat chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;'Cause I always saw in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My light, my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I want to thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now for all the ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You were right there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You were right there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'll always see you soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Above the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There will always be a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For you for all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'll keep a part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Of you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And everywhere I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And everywhere I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5128325296645968968?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5128325296645968968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5128325296645968968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5128325296645968968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5128325296645968968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-45-perfect-song-that.html' title='Crapping 101 #44 --&gt; The perfect song that speaks my heart...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-4137918405825768454</id><published>2012-01-14T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:55:27.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #43 --&gt; Updates on life... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So here I go again, talking about shiets that has happened in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That is why my blog's URL is called haunted-in-sadness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1st, let me talk about someone. My once upon a time Mr. Sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yeap, no one could replace him, no one can show me love like he did in his eyes, no one could do the things he did while we were together. It is fucking sad that he left, what more, he hates me now. Maybe this is for his own good. I'm&amp;nbsp;hazardous, to me, and to him. I'm a virus. LOL. Anyways, yes, I'm slowly healing, but he is still on my mind, I still cry myself to sleep, I still feel his presence around, I still see his eyes and smile, I still see a picture of me with him, I still keep his messages. But one day, I will be able to forget him, yet, know that I once had the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. Oh, I miss Tiger, feel like kidnapping him. LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2nd, some may have known about how I have given up on life when I was 15. The other day, I went to the doctor, I finally had the guts to talk to the doctor about myself. He said, he is actually a psychology doctor. WOW. It was like God had sent him to save me. He said, I am having a mild depression. I might need to be on medication for about 2 years. Fuck scary! But, I haven't been hallucinating much, so, I might still be able to cure without medication. Wednesday, I have an appointment with him in Seremban Hospital. Readers, being depressed, having to meet a psychiatrist, does not make a person crazy. What more, just because I was dyingly fighting to get Mr. Sunshine back, does not make me crazy (YOU dont have the fucking rights to say 'sorry to say, but youre going crazy' Fuck You, coz you made me be this ugly monster I am now!) I'm now&amp;nbsp;anxiously waiting for Wednesday, I wonder what will happen. It's scary, but apparently, since the break up, I have been engaging myself with scary and dangerous things, it makes my adrenaline rushes like crazy, it's a little addictive occay! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;3rd, I have called both my sisters to go with me to Jakarta in February. So, I might be going there, Jakarta Pusat, far from Mr. Sunshine, good. Going to meet my Om Efan there, he's good in seeing things, so, got a lot of things to find out from him. I wonder why every time I ask him when I will get married, he never answers. But when my sister or cousin ask, he answers. Does it mean that I won't get married? Hmm. Talking about marriage, yesterday, I told my mom, that I won't be getting married, so, she should not expect a son in law from me. She just shut. I hope she understands, that I'm done with men. I can't seem to trust men anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;4th, I have been looking for a job like crazy in Jakarta South, but can't seem to get one. Nevermind, I think, I'm going to apply in Malaysia first, as a back up, but still look for a job in Jakarta, or Australia. I just need to go away. Praying hard that I will get a job, also, been praying hard for Mr. Sunshine (how stupid).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways, these are the updates in life. It will be occay. Life is a tough one, but the challenges, makes me a stronger person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;" The climb is a tough one, but the view up there is awesome!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-4137918405825768454?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4137918405825768454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=4137918405825768454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4137918405825768454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4137918405825768454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-44-updates-on-life.html' title='Crapping 101 #43 --&gt; Updates on life... :)'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-1296524989083663007</id><published>2012-01-11T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:54:44.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #42 --&gt; It has to stop. Sorry Mr. Sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I had to admit this to my faithful readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have became so stupid, so blind, so dumb, so annoying since he left.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;How stupid was I to kept fighting for it, and worst of all, I lost him as a friend. I was so blinded by love, could not see what I was doing. I was so dumb to have kept pushing, kept going off limits. I was so annoying, I made him got annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sudahlah Nathra. Enough is enough. Put a full stop to it. Concentrate on changing pathetic self, concentrate of achieving your dreams of being a photographer with national geographic and to own a Hummer H2 (black with silver chrome)!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Put him far away, like you have never met him on the 29th October 2011. For all I know, I liked him when I was 14, and that is it. I never dated him, never met him, never felt his skin, never kissed him, never seen eye to eye with him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Instead of telling him to try to make it work, Nathra, you are the one who SHOULD try to forget him! Biar makan dalam sekalipun, you can do it. Anggap sahaja macam ex-ex kau yang dulu, yang dilupakan begitu sahaja. Find a goal, find something to do, make your self busy! Spend more time with your babies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Step one to changing, loose him from my life, completely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Step two to changing, GROW UP! Be matured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;WOOT WOOT~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry Mr. Sunshine. I was being a fool and so childish. There is another Mr. Sunshine out there, even more perfect than you, even better than you. And you will find someone who would be better than me too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One day, we would meet up, and would laugh about how foolish I was. But I would know, God once sent me the best boyfriend ever, the one who made me saw love. Thank you Mr.Sunshine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-1296524989083663007?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1296524989083663007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=1296524989083663007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1296524989083663007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1296524989083663007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-43-it-has-to-stop-sorry-mr.html' title='Crapping 101 #42 --&gt; It has to stop. Sorry Mr. Sunshine.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6611689727822090489</id><published>2012-01-10T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:51:15.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #41 --&gt; OH CRAP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HOLY FUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What did I do??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I got blocked!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dari hujung rambut, ampunkan aku!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FUCKKKK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6611689727822090489?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6611689727822090489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6611689727822090489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6611689727822090489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6611689727822090489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-41-oh-crap.html' title='Crapping 101 #41 --&gt; OH CRAP!!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-3026146986551545037</id><published>2012-01-09T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T22:33:55.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #40 --&gt; 20 things to be done to change by 27th June 2012!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is it. My list of what needs to be done to change to myself.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;1) Work out like crazy, must loose tonnes of weight by 27th June 2012! This means, eat less too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;2) Quit drinking if possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;3) Cut down on doshing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;4) Do dangerous shiet that seemed to be so scary all these while! All those adventurous stuff. For a start, follow Tash for that whitewater rafting shiet!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;5) Believe and keep believing! Make it happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;6) Change yourself, be a positive person! Don't put negative before positive all the time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;7) GROW UP! Be matured enough to take care of yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;8) Start taking up responsibilities, work hard and work smart! Rajinkan diri!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;9) Start socializing again! Be that awesome person you were once upon a time ago! You can do it! It will bring back your confidence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;10) Keep your hair long!!! Don't ever cut it again, unless it's just trimming! Keep it brown, with low lights strands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;11) Learn to wake up early on weekdays! Don't be late for work again! And don't skip work again PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;12) Start back on photography!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;13) Have faith in yourself!! Always believe that you can do it! Trust yourself before you trust others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;14) LOVE YOURSELF MORE, LOVE YOURSELF FIRST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;15) Learn to take care of yourself! Be independent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;16) Once you loose all those fats, go for castings, go for modelling auditions!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;17) Start being a girl, but don't loose that gangster in you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;18) STOP BEING A COWARD! If you have something to say, just say! Don't be scared of life! Life is too short to be a coward!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;19) Stop whining, stop crying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;20) GET THAT THING YOU WANT SO BADLY! GET IT BACK! WIN IT BACK!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;You can do it Nathra!! You can!! I know you can and you will... People will see you and say 'damn, whos that rocking chic?' Muahahaha... People who dumped you will regret dumping you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;This is your future! Live it, love it, do it, practice it! All for your own good!! Pain is nothing! What you will gain out of it, is SOMETHING you'd treasure all your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Let's start from now onwards!! WOOT WOOT~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-3026146986551545037?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3026146986551545037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=3026146986551545037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3026146986551545037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3026146986551545037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-40-20-things-to-be-done-to.html' title='Crapping 101 #40 --&gt; 20 things to be done to change by 27th June 2012!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5568280798001244870</id><published>2012-01-06T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:53:46.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #39 --&gt; Letter for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometime I wonder, did you date me because you really did like me, or because you just wanted to use me. Sometimes I wonder, did you really mean everything you have said to me? Those text messages, those times on skype, those calls made...Did you mean it all? Most of all, I wonder, did you really mean it when you say that you love me, or did those words just did not mean anything and you did it just to satisfy me? I mean, seriously, to think about it, if a person really did love someone, they would do anything to save the relationship. They wont think about the future TOO SOON, cause we'll never know who we will end up marrying someday. Did you really mean it when you said 'why not' to my question of 'do you even want to marry me?' or was it that you were just too drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was so stupid right? To have not seen it all. You know what pisses me off the most, that 1st time we chill together, just you and I, on the hill, at the tokong, I asked why do you think about me. I thought you knew the inner me, the one that no one else know, not even my parents, you said people always use me. And geee, you did use me too. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I just wanted a relationship out of you, not a promise of the future. Yes, I was madly deeply in love with you, that I wrote a lot of crap on my blog too. Maybe you did read my blog, or maybe your friends read it, and told you about it. It has a title called 'crapping101' for a reason you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now, I wonder, when I whisper your name here, alone, can you hear it? When my heart cries longing for those moments of being in a relationship with you, those skypes, those text messages, etc., can you hear it cry? I wonder, when I miss you so badly, do you feel it too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not going crazy, I did not go crazy, I'd never go crazy for a guy. I'm starting to accept the fact that you choose to miss out on a huge deal, I don't loose anything, you're the one who's missing out something. But hey, nevermind. Break ups usually teaches me a lot, and I have known a lot about you from that. I don't wish for anything bad for you, but, I'd like to wish you best of luck in life. And remember, in future, don't break a girls heart. Maybe you have a plan of breaking all girls heart because of your past, or maybe you did not have intentions like that, but instead, you thought it would be alright, till you realize that I was falling deeply with you. Yes, I was falling deeply with you, but not as deep as you may have imagine. If I were to get hurt so bad, like you kept saying 'i dont want you to be hurt even worst later on', well, you're totally wrong, because, hey, I'm doing SO GREAT here. And next time, don't waste time. Alright? Imagine if someone did that to your sister, or your mother, wouldn't you kill those people who hurt them? If I had a brother, I think you'd be dead by now. HaHa. Luckily, I don't have brothers. Anyway, with or without you, life goes on no matter how shitty it would be. And heck, since you left, I don't even have a single scar on my hands, AWESOMENESS! HaHaHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But yes, I have to admit this, I do miss you, I do wish you'd just come back and be in a relationship with me, I do wish you'd miss me and love me still (ala, kan u said u'd always be there for me, and breaking up was not easy for you too, eventhough you seem to be doing SUPERFINE, HaHaHa), I do wish we were still together like normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ahh, nevermind, nevermind...Life goes on with or without you in it. Plus, I never needed a man to make life happen anyways. Was single for a year plus, almost 2, before I met you anyways, was doing great only. Now, I will concentrate on loosing SO MUCH WEIGHT, and am going to try to be a model, and an awesome photographer. After all, my dreams is to work with National Geographic as a photographer and have a HUMMER before I die. So, I will concentrate on achieving that! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hope you will take good care of your self, always remember what I have told you, that health comes 1st before work, don't smoke too much if you're drinking, always remember to call your parents. I wish you all the best in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/S: Remember, I will, love you all my life, I will still hope that you'd come back, and that I will always be there for you no matter what. You can always count on me. Unless you're just using me. LOL~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;*no hard feelings aite...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5568280798001244870?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5568280798001244870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5568280798001244870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5568280798001244870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5568280798001244870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-39-letter-for-you.html' title='Crapping 101 #39 --&gt; Letter for you...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-8015792873047397697</id><published>2012-01-06T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:10:08.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #38 --&gt; 7 Things I hate and love about YOU!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;This song, I could really sing it a million times to you. Like seriously, a million times, and never get bored of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;"7 Things" by Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;I probably shouldn't say this&lt;br /&gt;But at times I get so scared&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the previous&lt;br /&gt;Relationship we've shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;It's not possible for me not to care&lt;br /&gt;And now we're standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you (oh you)&lt;br /&gt;You're vain, your games, you're insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your friends they're jerks&lt;br /&gt;And when you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward and silent&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for you to say&lt;br /&gt;But what I need to hear now&lt;br /&gt;Is your sincere apology&lt;br /&gt;And when you mean it, I'll believe it&lt;br /&gt;If you text it, I'll delete it&lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm not coming back&lt;br /&gt;You're taking 7 steps here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compared to all the great things&lt;br /&gt;That would take too long to write&lt;br /&gt;I probably should mention&lt;br /&gt;The 7 that I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I like about you&lt;br /&gt;Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's&lt;br /&gt;And when we kiss, I'm hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;When we're intertwined everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;I want to be&lt;br /&gt;With the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I like the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;You do (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Now, that's her version of 7 things. This is mine. Here goes nothing, ala, it's not like you read my blog anyways...LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;7 Things I hate about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- You're lame, your games, you're insecure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- You love me, but how far true was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- You can make me so happy, but you can make me so sad too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- I hate how I can't tell whether you're telling the truth or you're telling lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- You're a runner. In life, problems will always appear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- You never share your problems, you keep too much, you hide things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;- You made me saw love, you made me love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Aha, there are also 7 things I love about you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Your smile, your eyes, your smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- When we kiss, I'm hypnotized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- How you showed me love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- You're smartness, you're stupidity, your gangsterness and your perfectness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- You're parents, your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- When we're intertwined, everything is alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- You made me love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Yeap...Those are the 7 things I hate and love about you. Blergh, it's not like you're gonna read this anyways.. It's not like all these matters anymore anyways...So, whatever lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-8015792873047397697?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8015792873047397697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=8015792873047397697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8015792873047397697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8015792873047397697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-38-7-things-i-hate-and.html' title='Crapping 101 #38 --&gt; 7 Things I hate and love about YOU!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6535803660484764651</id><published>2012-01-03T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:19:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #37 --&gt; No one, messes with Nathra!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ha Ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Well...Readers, do good in life, and you get it back in return. Do shit in life, you'll get shit back in return. Karma. Don't under estimate the power of it. Beware. Don't toy around with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;And, most of all, don't mess around with Nathra, even to each member of my family. I may look stupid, I may act dumb, I may be a kid, but, the power in me, don't under estimate it. You'll get a nice one in return. The fire has started, and it's spreading real bad. Beware is all I can say. Like I always tell everyone, "no one, messes with me."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Just a reminder to all you readers, don't do shit to me...You don't want to end up pretty bad :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6535803660484764651?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6535803660484764651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6535803660484764651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6535803660484764651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6535803660484764651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2012/01/crapping-101-37-no-one-messes-with.html' title='Crapping 101 #37 --&gt; No one, messes with Nathra!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-2661692959200567282</id><published>2011-12-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:59:21.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #36 --&gt; This post, full of crap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Where should I start.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, how about how fucked up I feel...Aha..Yeap..Damn fucked up...Like 10 super fast train just going on me, crushing my bones, leaving me on the track, dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Life. Love. All that, seems to be crap when it comes to me. Nice, sweet, beautiful, great, it can never last. It always ends up ugly. But why do I feel this time, it will be beautiful? Or is that just some stupid&amp;nbsp;instinct&amp;nbsp;I should not trust? Why do I feel like I will end up with you? Damn. It's so difficult. Dreaming about you almost every night. FUCK! But, pity you also, to end up with a person as fucked up and damaged as me. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I envy you. I envy your life, your parents, I envy it all. I wish I were you. I wish they were mine. Haihh...I thought I only fell in love with the son, but, apparently, I'm in love with the parents too. Daymn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ARGH. Can I please go into a coma now and loose my memories? I don't want a single memory, because all of it was just pain. Happy memories? That too, it never lasted anyway. So, why think about it? It will only cause pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;PAIN PAIN PAIN!! That is what Nathra's life is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is it. I still want to work in Jakarta. I want to go there, and live life there. Fuck everything else. I wanna be a gothic chick. Thick eyeliners, skinny body, fishnets, short skirts, CONVERSE, dark black hair with only few strands of shocking pink highlights, don't give a damn about anything anymore, being emo and dark all the time, hate people, hate everything...I wanna be that. LOL. Yeap. I will get a job in Jakarta. It seems like a cool place to start my new life. WOOT WOOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-2661692959200567282?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2661692959200567282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=2661692959200567282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2661692959200567282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2661692959200567282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-36-this-post-full-of-crap.html' title='Crapping 101 #36 --&gt; This post, full of crap...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-7962533081869130247</id><published>2011-12-28T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T17:20:09.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #35 --&gt; It's My Fucking Blog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pengecut. Bangang. Pukimak. Sialan anak haram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kengkadang, rasa nak menjerit je tu. Tapi, orang dulu2 kata, kalau 'dont bark at a barking dog'...Kan? Takpe..biarkan je lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;TAPI KAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;DEAR READERS.....MY FUCKING BLOG, IS WHERE I CAN CRAP AND BULL ABOUT ANYTHING I WANT. IF YOU CHOOSE TO READ, JUST READ, SHUT AND QUIETLY FUCK OFF. IF YOU WANNA COMPLAIN BOUT SHIT, WTF? DON'T READ IT THEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously. Ini blog aku. Ini diary public aku. Lu sapa nak kata blog aku tak patut ke, nak kata post aku camni ke, post aku camtu ke. Kalau aku nak tulis pasal lelaki, itu hak aku. Kalau aku nak tulis pasal hidup sialan aku, itu hak aku. Kalau aku nak tulis pasal agama ke, pasal kawen ke, pasal ape lancau ke, itu hak aku. Lu sapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Haih.. Sadis. Ada jugak orang yang bangang sibuk nak baca tapi nak complain2, nak sound2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bikin hati gua panas lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But hey, to those kind readers who does what I say, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-7962533081869130247?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7962533081869130247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=7962533081869130247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/7962533081869130247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/7962533081869130247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-35-its-my-fucking-blog.html' title='Crapping 101 #35 --&gt; It&apos;s My Fucking Blog!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-4464325779939159833</id><published>2011-12-27T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T22:44:09.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #34 --&gt; The battle I'm in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The most important battle of life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That is what I am going through now, I think. I feel, fighting my point, fighting my case, so just I would get him back is just so bloody important. I never thought I could love a human being as much as I love my baby Arrow, well, heck, I love this man so much, I'd do anything. Yeap, that's how much I fucking love you occay (if you read this!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It was nice to be able to talk to him the other day. Even though it ended up with him telling me to go do research. HaHaHa. AND I DID!! The answers I found, wow, miracles. Now, I need to talk to him again. If I'm a lawyer, I would&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;win this! HaHaHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I see a future with him. And I want him to be in my future. I need him to be&amp;nbsp;committed. Can he be committed? Will he be committed in a relationship? HmMmMm. Well, I did get answers from him, and I hope he was not lying about it. I asked if he love me and if he even wants to be married to such a damaged and messed up person like me. I wonder what is on his mind. For the first time in my life, I could not read a guy. Usually, it was so easy to read men. This one here, this man here, damn, if I could just shrink myself and get into his brains.... What is he thinking? He makes me feel that he's confused and on top of that, he makes me confuse. LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's fucking weird.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I also thought about the question my sister asked me, "Are you desperate?" At that time, when she asked, I said I don't know if I am desperate or not. But now, after a week plus, I found the answer. I am not. Because, I can live without him. I can move on without him. But, I choose not to. All these while, I have never met anyone who can lift me up from being down, who puts a smile on my face no matter how shitty I feel on that day, who brings out the confidence in me, who makes me think like a grown up, who made the real me appear and make me feel so real. I am not talking all these because I am blinded by love. But I am saying all these because of deep thinking. I know what I want now. I know what I'm fighting for. I know of what I will be facing with. Hey, after all, isn't life a ride of rollercoaster? Life is a challenge, and I'm willing to face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;See, when Nathra has set her eyes on something, a target, she can never let go. She will fight mati matian for it. HaHaHa. Yeap, I'm not a quitter, and I don't give up easily. Mulut jer boleh cakap give up, but I just won't. Determination. And yes, like he said, I am a pusher, and I am hard headed as shiet load, damn keras kepala, damn degil. But that is because, like I said, when I want something, I will get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, now, I wish he would talk to me. Cause, somehow, I feel like he's avoiding me. Hmmm... But hey, I don't know. After all, Nathra always think of negative before positive. HaHaHa. Can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Alright. Enough with all these crap now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;U kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-4464325779939159833?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4464325779939159833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=4464325779939159833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4464325779939159833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4464325779939159833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-34-battle-im-in.html' title='Crapping 101 #34 --&gt; The battle I&apos;m in...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-3509751629829107703</id><published>2011-12-21T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:52:31.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #33 --&gt; Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Written on: 21st December 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;In the darkest night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I dream of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I wish all my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Would come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Can the real be fake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And the fake be real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Because all that matters now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Is that I'm thinking of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oh reality,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;It is just too scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Is simply not ours to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oh dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Each night I dream of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I wish all my dreams would come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-3509751629829107703?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3509751629829107703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=3509751629829107703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3509751629829107703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3509751629829107703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-33-dreams.html' title='Crapping 101 #33 --&gt; Dreams...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6868065172949763248</id><published>2011-12-19T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:09:19.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #32 --&gt; Understand! Understand her...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written on : 19th December 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Understand her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Open your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Open your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hear her out please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Lost in many aspect of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Help is all she needs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But no, not from friends, not from family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She needs to help herself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;This is the climax of her life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;A point where she has reached,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She has been thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;About many different things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The future, what will it be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;A decision need to be made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She must stand tall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She must be strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And all she needs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Is support and understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;So, understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Understand her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Open your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Open your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hear her out please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6868065172949763248?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6868065172949763248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6868065172949763248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6868065172949763248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6868065172949763248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-32-understand-understand.html' title='Crapping 101 #32 --&gt; Understand! Understand her...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6790670977248279151</id><published>2011-12-19T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:10:37.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #31 --&gt; The man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Written on : 19th December 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;There was a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When she'd given up hope on love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She never trusted men,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She closed her heart till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;There was a guy she met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;A crush from back then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;A 14 year old girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Now all grown up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;After 11 years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;They finally date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She thought she could never love a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The way she loved her son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Little did she know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She was madly in love with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;He lifted her up from a dark hole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The darkest hole no one could imagine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;He shined her path,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;He gave her a reason to live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She never knew love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She never understood love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Till she stared into his eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And it was glowing, so beautifully,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Showing her what love meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;They barely knew each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But love was in the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Till suddenly, one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;He took her soul away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She fell again, deeper than before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To a place where no one could reach her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She hopes to see a hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She hopes to see him again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;But where oh where,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Is that beautiful man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Now what's left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She's drowning in her tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Will he be back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To make her live again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Where oh where,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Is that beautiful man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6790670977248279151?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6790670977248279151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6790670977248279151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6790670977248279151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6790670977248279151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-31-man.html' title='Crapping 101 #31 --&gt; The man...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-3971219150472693538</id><published>2011-12-19T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:47:18.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #30 --&gt; The Blade, oh how I miss it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Written on : 27th November 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;There she goes again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Thinking of her blade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The sharpness of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Going slowly through her skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The stingy pain she'd feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The blood slowly oozing out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oh, there it goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She misses it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Back then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;When all that happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Her face would have been sticky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Caused by her tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Slowly drying up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The sweat would have come and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;It has been quite some time now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Since she last did it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;All she has now are scars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To remind her of her hard times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And oh yes, she misses it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-3971219150472693538?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3971219150472693538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=3971219150472693538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3971219150472693538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3971219150472693538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-30-blade-oh-how-i-miss-it.html' title='Crapping 101 #30 --&gt; The Blade, oh how I miss it...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-7819571099151983513</id><published>2011-12-19T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T21:43:20.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #29--&gt; Breath and live life...(POEM TIME)</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Written on : 27th November 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Breathe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Take it easy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Just go with the flow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Those are the words I tell myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;After 25 years of living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Somehow there's still negativity in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I've developed this terrible mood swings too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I need to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Can I really do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Will it really work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;What happened to that person I use to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Is she still here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;lingering in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Let's see what the future brings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Just like that que sara sara song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;'The future's not ours to see,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;So, I shall let it be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And just keep doing what I have been doing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Breathe and live life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-7819571099151983513?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7819571099151983513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=7819571099151983513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/7819571099151983513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/7819571099151983513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-29-breath-and-live.html' title='Crapping 101 #29--&gt; Breath and live life...(POEM TIME)'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-4567574435834470714</id><published>2011-12-19T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:06:23.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #28 --&gt; Here is another sad one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is another sad one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It has been 8 days now, since the man I love left this relationship. Just a while a go, I watched this Malay girl's video, about how her fiance` proposed to her. It was sweet. And now, he is on my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't need him to propose to me!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just wish it was always 'us' in everything. I wish I could tell him how much I misses him and love him. How much I miss his parents. How much I miss Tiger, his dog. And Stout, that small little fella that makes SO MUCH noise. I wish everything was normal, like it was before. I wished he'd talk to me, talk about us, find out the main problem and find a solution. I wish, I could hug him again, kiss him again, just seeing him looking and me and feeling so satisfied to be able to see love in his eyes. I don't think I have ever saw that look in my whole entire life. I wish I could replay that moment again and again. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Occay, who am I kidding right? Fine, I can't pretend that I am alright, that I am fine, that I am happy, that I don't think about him even when I drive, that I am doing all great here. I can't.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I wish I can tell him that I'm with him in all things, that I will always be there supporting him, that I understand how much he loves his job, that I respect his religion, that I will never fall out of love with him, that he stole my heart, that he takes my breath away, and, that I will always be with him, till death do us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But, I guess I can't. The worst part is, wishing for things that are not&amp;nbsp;wish-able. Most of all, I wished what happen was just a bad dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I miss 'us'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-4567574435834470714?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4567574435834470714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=4567574435834470714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4567574435834470714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4567574435834470714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-28-here-is-another-sad-one.html' title='Crapping 101 #28 --&gt; Here is another sad one...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-7742420285135004340</id><published>2011-12-17T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T16:54:03.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #27 --&gt; WOAH, I finally know the story from Dad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, finally, semalam sempat interview Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wow. Now I know the story. I think even my sisters don't know. Damn. Tak sangka betul sampai begitu sekali. This story, he gotta know weh...Excited nak bercerita pada dia. Cuma, will he still talk to me like normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But hey, I can't believe Dad did that...Wow...Amazing lah... Demi cinta, people would do anything kan...Mungkin, all this is their Karma? Hmm... What goes around, comes around kan. And now, I pula ikut jejak dia. Hmm...Kalau si dia tak accept aku, then tak jadi lah, kalau si dia accept aku...Karma....HaHaHa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh, yeah, sorry readers. This story, is not for the public to know. It was already hard enough for him to tell me. Takkan lah aku nak senang2 cite kat sini right? HeHeHe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-7742420285135004340?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7742420285135004340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=7742420285135004340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/7742420285135004340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/7742420285135004340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-27-woah-i-finally-know.html' title='Crapping 101 #27 --&gt; WOAH, I finally know the story from Dad...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-205255888314260042</id><published>2011-12-17T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T16:47:20.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #26 --&gt; I was such a drama queen. Sorry Readers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Occay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think I was over reacting when he left me. Which girl wouldn't? HeHeHe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Only, I just feel things can work out well. Tapi, kalau hati orang tu dah tak nak, kita tak boleh buat apa lah kan. Menangis air mata darah pun tak guna. At one point, kita cuba and cuba, kalau dah tak berbaloi, kena give up gak kan. Kalau jodoh, tak ke mana pun kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cuma, sedih gak lah. I really loved his family. I wish my parents were as cool as his. But, erk, kenapa ek? Kenapa sometimes, some people can't see what others do for them? I mean, I was adapting well to his lifestyle. Hmm. Eh, asal aku fikir2 benda ni. Forget it lah. If it's meant to be, then ada lah. Kalau tak da, then tak de lah. Kan Kan? LMFAO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tapi, I would like to apologize to everyone, especially my readers. I really think it's such a pity for you to read such a sick in the head blog. HaHaHa. I'm just me, I'm such a drama queen. Can't help it. It's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Weh, I can live without him. But, if he comes back, it would be great, not just great, but awesome. HaHaHa..Boleh lah ada teman berbicara semula, teman yang setia, teman yang selalu mendengar. Dia macam bestfriend, bukan lover. Hmm. Aneh bangat ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-205255888314260042?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/205255888314260042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=205255888314260042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/205255888314260042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/205255888314260042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-26-i-was-such-drama-queen.html' title='Crapping 101 #26 --&gt; I was such a drama queen. Sorry Readers...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-2217849522088644465</id><published>2011-12-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:18:41.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #25 --&gt; I feel good today ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I went shopping for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Was suppose to only search for things that has green or red, for the Christmas celebration tomorrow in office, and, to get that Secret Santa gift for my friend, and a cellophinetape, a wrapper, and 5 bottles of sparkling juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But heck, I ended up with some extra things, CLOTHES!! Shoots, I shopped today. Spent RM 96 bucks for an awesome jacket, a green bust tube, and a beautiful top. LMFAO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I feel like a girl!! HeHeHe..But, shoes, will always be converse..my number one brand that I'm married to. HaHaHa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I feel soo good today. Was so stressed up in office though earlier. My work mate, was so selfish, dah lah I help him do his work, then, somemore purposely want me to stay back. Saje je kan nak cakap kuat2 depan boss. Hish..I have a life too lah..Ngek! Anyway, then, was suppose to meet my friend, but, she fell asleep, I guess she was too tired, was pissed, but, I forgive her. :) Then was stuck in a massive jam. Called Mr. Ran on the way, owh, listening to his voice just makes me happy!! ;) I love him, as a friend ok!! He's nice. Then, reached home, finally, went to the toilet to pee, then left home again, went to Kajang town. Did all those shopping, MONEY!! Then, on the way back, met Mr. Ran, went for doshing moments, LOL, talked for a bit..Yeap, we only chilled for like 10-15mins, but, it was nice. After so long...Missed him alot.. And then, finally went home, finally ate too. LOL. Since Monday till today, Friday, I ate only 3 times. LMFAO...hungry, but then, just don't have the mood to eat. Did not even think of food till there was rock concert in my tummy, LOL, but that also, I ignored the concert. HaHaHa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So yeah, I feel good tonight. Gonna take a shower soon. Then, sleep. Feel tired already. HaHaHa...No more skyping mahhh...HaHaHa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;WOOT WOOT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-2217849522088644465?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2217849522088644465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=2217849522088644465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2217849522088644465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2217849522088644465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-25-i-feel-good-today.html' title='Crapping 101 #25 --&gt; I feel good today ;)'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-1712231455384972060</id><published>2011-12-16T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T23:06:48.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #24 --&gt; Pretty scary, the relationship was going too fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, these past few days, been thinking like crazy. Came up with a whole load of thinking. Finally thought about a new thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think the relationship was going too fast. I was too madly deeply in love with him. These few days, not being with him, has made me thought of that. I think I might have also scare myself, apart from scaring him. LOL. It was going toooo damnnn fast... Like what Miss Nathia said. It was going too fast. I should have listened to her. Now, Mr. Ran told me the same thing too, that it might gotten a little to fast. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thank God I have friends who made me realize that, even though my dumb mind is a little slow to have thought about that earlier. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, if you are reading this, yes, you! You know who you are. I'm sorry, if I was showing a little too much affection. LOL. It was scary eh? I kinda got scared too. Now. HaHaHa. Maybe I just never met someone as awesome as you, maybe I never saw love in all my ex'es eyes, maybe cause I have been single for a little long. I mean, yeah, it was only a year plus, but hello, reality check, Nathra never go single ok! So, that was a big achievement for me. LMFAO~ But hey, sorry for screwing it up. HaHaHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, lesson learned, don't go too fast in a relationship. Helloooo, if I were a guy, I'd be scared too. Even now, I'm scared of my own self. LMFAO.. And, don't fall too deep. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-1712231455384972060?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1712231455384972060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=1712231455384972060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1712231455384972060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1712231455384972060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-24-pretty-scary.html' title='Crapping 101 #24 --&gt; Pretty scary, the relationship was going too fast...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-1414846302936458752</id><published>2011-12-15T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:55:34.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #23 --&gt; Just a little secret that needs to be told...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me tell you a little secret.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Once upon a time ago, I have lost my faith in God. I screamed at him, I yelled at him, I said I hated him so much. Since then, life changed. It never always turned out the way I planned, when usually it does. Then I regretted much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Then, there was another time, I lost believe again. I started thinking, why, why and why. I never found the answer. He was never there for me when I begged him, when I need him the most. That's all I know. Yes, I may not be perfect, I don't even know how to pray, but at least I tried. I'll say prayers in my heart. But nothing ever happened. Then, it was forgotten just like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Recently, it happened again. This time, I was 60% sure that I'm lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A person who rejects the existence of any God is a Atheist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A person who is ignorant of the God of Abraham is a Heathen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A person who worships other Gods is a Pagan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A person who doesn't believe in God at all is Called an Antheist (a-without, theism-beliefs on God).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;However, there are also Agnostics, people who believe God MIGHT exist, but haven't reached a conclusion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Agnostic, that might be me. I have been thinking, if one day, if there was a guy who wants to marry me, but does not want to convert, I might just go get married else where than Malaysia. I would not convert, but, I might not mind him not converting too. But that will make me loose my family. Even though I can't stand them at all, it's still nice to have them around. So, if the guy would convert just for the sake of marriage, then follows back the God he prays to, that's way better. Parents? I think they will understand, if they were explained to properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;So, back to the main topic here, I think I don't know whether to believe or not anymore. Where is God when I need Him? I had enough teachings about religion when I was a little kid; I put much interest in it. I can't blame anyone for this, because why I became this, is because of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Recently, I was in a relationship with someone who's a non Muslim. People said he might ask me to convert. But no, he didn't. If he wanted me to, instead of breaking up, he would have asked me to convert. Some people gave a weird look when I say he's a Christian. So what if he's a Christian? That's what I'd say. Some might blame him for what I am today, but no, it was not his fault, not at all. It was me all along since I was a kid. It's my choice and my decision whether I would want to convert, or marrying him without anyone converting. Even if it was not him, I'd still do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;Oh yeah, when I was a kid, my super awesome close to me cousin brother died in a car crash. I was too little to understand things. But, see, he was an Indian, so, everything was the Indian way. That night, was so clear to me, like it happened just yesterday. His body was lying down, peacefully in the hall. There were prayer chants playing from the radio. There weren't much people in the house, they were mostly standing outside. And there I was, this little Muslim girl, sitting and leaning on her cousin sister (the deceased's sister), moving my body along with her body, as she was reciting prayer chants. The smell of that thing they burn, I remember the smell till today. I was sitting there, for so long, till my Mom called me and tell me not to sit near there. I was pissed at her for not letting me be there. HaHaHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;I can't explain to people why I am Agnostic, but, it's just me. I gone through shit in my life, I begged Him to help me, He did not come. The ones I loved so hard, kept going, kept leaving, I begged Him a million times to stop taking them, but nothing ever happened. I begged him to help me in life, but nothing ever happened. So, is He really there? Or is He just some sort of creation that people from the Stone Age has taught us? I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;There you go, a little secret that needs to be told.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;I somehow believe that He might be there, that there are such thing as Heaven and Hell, that there are someone up there looking down on us, that there are such thing as Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Buddhism, but, is it all true? That is what I'm not sure of. Who am I? I don't know too. Isn't it all the same? But, does He really do exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;I'm sorry if this post might hurt some readers. But this is me. And heck, this is my bloody blog, so I can bitch about anything I want. But, then again, I am truly sorry if I have hurt anyone, never intended to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like I said, it's just a little secret that needs to be told.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;U kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-1414846302936458752?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1414846302936458752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=1414846302936458752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1414846302936458752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1414846302936458752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-23-just-little-secret-that.html' title='Crapping 101 #23 --&gt; Just a little secret that needs to be told...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-3789016425826097687</id><published>2011-12-14T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T18:47:57.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #22 --&gt; Marriage?? Im too young ok!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All these while aku pikir nak kawen? WTF? Was just thinking je lah...Xda lah nak kawen sekarang...ZOMG...Hidup pun xstabil lagi...Camne nak kawin? Diri sendiri pun x leh nak jaga, ni nak jaga suami, nak jaga anak, nak jaga hati mertua lagi...ZOMG...It is kinda scary actually...Damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm still young, baru 25...erk...28 camtu baru lah think about marriage...Itu pun if I decide to get married..Hidup berpacaran kan enak...Kalau udah nikah itu, susah deh mau lakuin itu, mau lakuin ini, mau bebas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku itu nggak mau nikah, cuma, mau ada anak deh..Ngambil anak angkat bisa nggak? HaHaHa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Marriage? I'm just too young for it. I'm just old at number - 25, but my mind, my soul, my attitude, I'm 21 weh...I'm not matured enough..Dah lah I'm so damage, I'm so messed up..Then I thought about marriage? WTH was I thinking about? Look at everyone around me...Everyone has such fucked up marriage..Everyone keeps fighting, breaking up...Yeah, maybe that's why I never felt love, till he showed me love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;kesian all you readers, have to read such a messed up person's crap...LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-3789016425826097687?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3789016425826097687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=3789016425826097687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3789016425826097687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3789016425826097687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-22-marriage-im-too-young.html' title='Crapping 101 #22 --&gt; Marriage?? Im too young ok!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5968938444923797744</id><published>2011-12-14T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:12:14.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #21 --&gt; Interview dad about forbidden love. HaHaHa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Number 1 thing to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ask Daddy how he felt when he wanted to marry Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;So, Dad was a non muslim, how did he marry Mom? I wonder. How did he feel about converting. I wonder. How did he made it through. I wonder. I heard, when they wanted to get married, both side parents did not agree. But because of love, somehow, they made it through. They got married, and they have 3 beautiful so called angels. HaHaHa. So, they made it through their forbidden love. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;There are alot of forbidden love marriage, non muslim married a muslim. Some converted because they are really into the religion, and some converted simply because of marriage. Sometimes I wonder, those who converted only because of marriage, do they change? Or is there some who still follows their own religion back? I think I'm cool with that. I respect each human's belief and religions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;All these while I keep telling people I'm 50-50, 50 Malay, 50 Indian. But then, when I think about it again, I'm not. I'm like 70% Indian and 30% Malay. HaHaHa. And I have this strong feeling that I will either marry a non muslim, or not get married at all. So weird, but damn true. And now, I have a strong feeling that it will be him. Even weird occay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;So, I don't think religion will be an issue when it comes to love. Yes, there will be loads of mess, but then, if the feeling is strong enough, everything will falls into place. Those will all be tests of life. I'm up for challenges, but, is he?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Weird, how come it's always about what they feel? How about what I feel? Hmm... Don't I get a say?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5968938444923797744?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5968938444923797744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5968938444923797744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5968938444923797744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5968938444923797744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-21-interview-dad-about.html' title='Crapping 101 #21 --&gt; Interview dad about forbidden love. HaHaHa!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-868276279087506992</id><published>2011-12-14T14:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:21:14.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #20 --&gt; Things you should know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;12th December 2011.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;You ended things up. You started painting a beautiful picture, but all of a sudden, you tore the whole picture down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You don't get to say that you are not the right one for me, because you don't have a clue about how perfect you are to me. You complete the damaged me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The reasons of why I loved you so much:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;1) you are simply amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;2) you were so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;3) I saw love in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;4) your family is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;5) there was sincerity in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;6) you gave me happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;7) you gave me love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;8) you accepted me the way i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;9) you shined my life that has been dark all these while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;10) you gave me a reason to get up from the fall i had before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;11) you see right through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;12) we are so much alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;13) you were different than any men i have met before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;14) you always listen, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;15) i didnt have to be someone else when i'm with you, i'm only me when im with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: large;"&gt;I can give a million more reasons, but the main one is, because you made me real, you made me alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Dear you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;It may only be a month plus, but it felt like I was married to you. I can live without you, it would be a lie if I say that I can't, but, I don't know how to live without you, and I choose to not live without you. I wish you could see that you were the reason I became alive again. I'm not hurt, instead, I'm numb. You can never hurt me, cause you showed me love, you showed me happiness. Maybe you haven't gotten the chance to know me well enough to know why I kept saying that. It's occay. Shit happens, only, it kept happening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I have been doing some serious deep thinking. My choices to make, might disappoint many people, but, for love and happiness, I am willing to do these decisions I have make. Don't judge me, try to understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Love is like a bus ride, you have many stops to go before you reach your destination. People use to say that you will just know if that is the one for you. I use to not understand that, but now, I do. I think I have found the perfect one for me. I have reached my destination. I am assured this time. My heart says don't let go of this, so, I will fight till the end for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;p/s: I'm not writing this post because of how in love i am with him. I am not writing this post because people might judge me as crazy. No. I'm writing this post because my heart and brains finally came to a mutual understanding, for the 1st time in history. Somehow it says, he is the one. And I just don't know how to explain that to all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-868276279087506992?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/868276279087506992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=868276279087506992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/868276279087506992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/868276279087506992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-20-things-you-should-know.html' title='Crapping 101 #20 --&gt; Things you should know.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-8817618811948480746</id><published>2011-12-13T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:19:39.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #19 --&gt; How much can hurt hurt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;How bad can hurt feel if you have felt it too much and you don't feel a thing about it anymore, basically numb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What's the difference of getting hurt now, than later? No big deal I think. Hurt is hurt. There's no 10% hurt or 90% hurt. It is all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, like I have been saying all these while, Love, I guess, can just never exist in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's better friends than never right? Even though it hurts worst than being in hell? Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I really meant what I said when I can't loose him just yet. He was the hope in my life. Fuck. He was the sun that shined down on me. He was the one who made me alive again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Haih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But, why now? Occay, what if, I am willing to sacrifice for him? Jeng Jeng Jeng...It's him, it's just him, I know that...I can't explain, but I'm assured, it's him, he's the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fuck fuckity fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-8817618811948480746?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8817618811948480746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=8817618811948480746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8817618811948480746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8817618811948480746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-18-how-much-can-hurt-hurt.html' title='Crapping 101 #19 --&gt; How much can hurt hurt?'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6587462584261691738</id><published>2011-12-11T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:42:41.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #18 --&gt; Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Why does my life always revolve around the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;W.A.I.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have been waiting my whole life, how long more must I wait? All I wanted was love and affection, happiness and joy. Is it too hard to just be able to feel all that? I'm tired, so tired of waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Why can't people around me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;see right through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, feel me? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm never going to give my heart out anymore, I'm never going to trust anymore, and this wall around my heart, will never be broken down again. This time, I'll control the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, so, Mr. Sunshine, oh dear, we haven't talked like we use to, since last Sunday night, and today is Sunday again. One week. It has made me loose my mind. Why is it that when a relationship just started, everything was so sweet and nice, then, it turn out to be weird. Hmm.&amp;nbsp;He's married to his work, I know that. But, if he really did love me, takkan sekali oso cannot reply my text? But then, kesian him also, work so hard, day and night. And the worst part is, I don't know how is he, whether he eats properly, whether he calls his parents, whether he is really ok... Haih...I feel like shit not knowing anything about him. That suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe I am selfish, wanting him to call me, to text me, to talk to me...But I just want security, I don't want this relationship to end, I want long term relationship. I don't care if he's not the one to be with me for eternity. But fuck, isn't it unfair, that God has always give me terrible relationship? Jealous siot tengok orang2 dapat bercinta dengan gembira. Haihh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nevermind, what goes, goes. What comes, comes. I guess since I signed up in this relationship, then I have to just deal with all the test God is giving me, suck it up like a soldier. After all, all these test, will only make me learn, will only make me grow, and will only make me stronger. I will just play the game and go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Will things be better? Can it work out well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What a little bird told me is true, I've been worrying so much about what will happen, when I should be worrying about now. Instead of thinking about myself, I should be thinking how is he doing over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I've been such a bad girlfriend. So selfish. Hmm. Alright, I'm gonna try cooling down, concentrate on life, concentrate on getting a new job, try to live a happy life instead of some depressed shit life, and give him the space he needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6587462584261691738?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6587462584261691738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6587462584261691738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6587462584261691738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6587462584261691738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-18-update.html' title='Crapping 101 #18 --&gt; Update...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6609517403604767503</id><published>2011-12-08T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:49:39.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #17 --&gt; T.R.U.S.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;TRUST.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;How much do you trust a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;How easy do you trust a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;I use to trust people alot and I use to easily trust a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;After 30 times of having people breaking my trust, I was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; T.R.U.S.T. needs to be E.A.R.N.E.D. It does not appear out of nowhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;I don't know how much I can trust a guy, or will I even trust a guy? The person I am with now, is not at fault. I can never blame him because it is simply not his fault. It was men, all the men I knew, they didn't just broke my heart, they took away trust too. Throughout my time of being single previously, I have built a tall wall, surrounding my heart, guarding it so well, so I would not trust and would not get hurt again. I'm not going to let my self get hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;So, trust, it needs to be earned. At first it was going smoothly, &amp;nbsp;the walls were cracking up. But now, it got patched up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;u know u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6609517403604767503?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6609517403604767503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6609517403604767503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6609517403604767503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6609517403604767503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-17-trust.html' title='Crapping 101 #17 --&gt; T.R.U.S.T.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-7380049320305132707</id><published>2011-12-07T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:24:22.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #16 --&gt; I need a bloody chillpill!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think I suck so badly when it comes to relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I feel pity for Mr.Sunshine, to have such a damaged person in his life. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;But yeah, I don't blame him, I blame myself for being this person. I worry too much. Maybe cause I just don't want to loose him, he's special, he brings the confidence out of me, he's sweet, he's real, he makes me feel so special. Hmm. I'm not ready to loose him just yet, and I wish this relationship would go on forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"He is the sun, that shines on me, the moon, that shines my path when it's dark."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;See right, he's a workaholic, damn, that's good, cause it's not easy to find a guy who think of work. HaHaHa. But, when he's working, he's really working, he don't text me and stuff, then I'd go crazy. Hey, don't point fingers at me occay, I'm just a female, with emotions, of course I think of negative stuff before positive. Obviously, I am a negative person, if you have been following my blog since I first started the bullshitting posts. HaHaHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Occay, I seriously need a chill pill. I need to chill!! I need to start going with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Men would get bored of a girl like me kan? Occay, masa untuk berubah. Harus cuba dan cuba berfikiran positive mulai sekarang! YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;LMFAO...Waduh, udah gila lagi ini. Hilang akal kali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-7380049320305132707?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7380049320305132707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=7380049320305132707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/7380049320305132707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/7380049320305132707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-16-i-need-bloody-chillpill.html' title='Crapping 101 #16 --&gt; I need a bloody chillpill!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-1891292779256780478</id><published>2011-12-07T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:12:54.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #15 --&gt; H.O.P.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You've hoped, prayed, hoped so hard, but nothing came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here, this line goes to all you believers who've hoped so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Sometimes, when you stop hoping, things might come true."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There was so many things I've hoped for in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This recent hoped came true when I stopped hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I gave up on hoping and wishing that mr. sunshine would talk to me and don't go silent on me, suddenly today, I saw him online. I said hi, and he replied saying he was damn busy. See, that was all it took, just tell me something and don't leave me hanging, I hate to be left hanging. But yeah, when I stopped hoping, it came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I gave up hoping on the design companies and international schools I sent my resume to, suddenly today, I checked my email, and saw one replied email from one of the company. Wow, I felt so excited since then. Yes, eventhough they just asked for my portfolio, they did not say I got the job, but then, it made me so happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, the moral of the story here is, sometimes, you just gotta stop hoping, and things might come true. If it doesn't, then you gotta believe that it was never meant for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Just food for thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-1891292779256780478?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1891292779256780478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=1891292779256780478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1891292779256780478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1891292779256780478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-15-hope.html' title='Crapping 101 #15 --&gt; H.O.P.E.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-7692705602408555736</id><published>2011-12-06T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:15:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #14 --&gt; NOKHTAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sampai bila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku masih menunggu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hari tibanya semuanya akan terhenti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kesakitan di jiwa ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Air mata yang tidak pernah berhenti mengalir ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sampai bila akan ku terus begini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku harus meletakkan titik nokhtah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku harus hentikan penyeksaan ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bisakah aku meletakkan nokhtah itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ya, aku harus,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dan aku percaya,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku pasti boleh melakukannya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Baiklah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku akan hentikan kesakitan di jiwa ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku akan meletakkan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;NOKHTAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Itu dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Berakhirlah segala penderitaan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Itu juga tandanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tamatlah riwayatku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-7692705602408555736?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/7692705602408555736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=7692705602408555736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/7692705602408555736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/7692705602408555736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-14-nokhtah.html' title='Crapping 101 #14 --&gt; NOKHTAH.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-4750502306282477094</id><published>2011-12-06T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:05:44.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #13 --&gt; This is the story about Arrow, the angel that was sent to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Do you believe that the best things in life comes for free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Back in year 2000, I lost a cat, he was called Boboy...He was amazing, lovable, huggable..Sweet jer dia..I was still in grieving moments...Then God brought an angel in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yeap, in Mr. Razak's tuition, in Sekolah Kebangsaan Kajang(SKK), I found the one true love of my life, Arrow. Since then, life was so purr-fect. Arrow enjoys car rides, yeap, he would stick his head out of the window, have his tongue come out a little, his ears would go back as the wind goes against his soft fur. Arrow loves eating too, not forgetting he was orange, oh yes, seriously, orange, I would always tell him that he's exactly like Garfield. My whole neighbourhood knows Arrow well too. Ya la, he use to go missing, and I like one lost wife, would go call him, like calling a missing husband. Then he would run back to me :) Rindunya saat-saat yang dah berlalu tu. Arrow also loves sleeping with me, and, as long as I would still be on bed, he will be there too, as soon as I wakes up, he would wake up too. My mom would say 'Abang is your husband, Nathra...' HaHaHa...When I take a walk down the hill, I'd just say 'Abang, jom..' and he would come running...You know how those moments on tv where a girl and a guy runs freely in a field full of flowers, with no one around, yeap, that would be exact like me and Arrow. He listens to every crap I tell him, just talking to him and looking in his eyes, I somehow know that he understand, and he knows I understand him. He also listens when I say no or when I scold him, somehow, my cats all listens to me, thank God for that :) And, when I lock my self in my room, cut myself, cry my self to sleep, he was the one who would sit next to me, who licks the tears on my cheeks...No one bothered, no one cared, but Arrow would always be there with me, for me...Owh, I can't count the countless times I told him of how grateful I am that God sent him to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, maybe people won't understand why no humans can win my love the way I loved Arrow. Maybe people would just say 'eh, he's just a cat'...Maybe he did not spend money for me, like my parents did, but he did what a parent should have done, he gave me strength to live, to breathe, to move on, to want to live...He took my sadness away, he was the reason I did not want to die. He showed me love, he showed me life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;07072011, that was the day my soul left me along with Arrow's soul. I'm now so lost without him. I guess, God loved him more that I did. But then, he was never mine anyway, he had always belong to God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;07122011, marks the 5th month since Arrow left. His grave is always covered with flowers and Al-Fatihah. Till today, I still thank God, for letting me feel love, care, and simply a true love and friendship, eventhough it was from a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Arrow will always remain in my heart, no one or nothing can ever get him out of there. I love you Arrow. I will cherish each and every moment that we had spent together. You rest in peace my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-4750502306282477094?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4750502306282477094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=4750502306282477094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4750502306282477094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4750502306282477094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-13-this-is-story-about.html' title='Crapping 101 #13 --&gt; This is the story about Arrow, the angel that was sent to me...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-8437990756827665057</id><published>2011-12-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:39:15.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #12 -- &gt; Hello new car, Goodbye my baby WJQ 8200... :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Zomg, few minutes ago, I just received a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The 1st thing she said 'Hello, I enjoy driving your new car...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;DAMN!!! And I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to my baby??!!! WTF!!!??? Why can't anyone tell me anything??!! I love my baby..WJQ 8200...I will cherish and remember you for the rest of my life...&amp;lt;3 you alot..you were the one I'd run to when I'm cry, sad, all those doshing moments, you making me feel like an F1 driver, owh, and that night of the break up, you accompanied me, you teman me cry eventhough I was hysterically screaming my lungs out to the songs played... damn that asshole who dumped me so kejamly...hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;HOLY SHIET!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But, ya, hello to my new car..Too bad you haven't got the chance to meet your new owner yet.. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;GAJI OH GAJI, PUHLEASE DONT BE A B1TCH, PLEASE MASUK ESOK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-8437990756827665057?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8437990756827665057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=8437990756827665057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8437990756827665057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8437990756827665057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-12-hello-new-car-goodbye.html' title='Crapping 101 #12 -- &gt; Hello new car, Goodbye my baby WJQ 8200... :('/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6894112912515279602</id><published>2011-12-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:12:48.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #11 --&gt; Loneliness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Help!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can you see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's too dark in here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can hear the echo of my own voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can hear the echo of my own cries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yet, I can't see anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Please, just be here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is torturing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A deep cut right in the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Take me away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Get me out of here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Darkness, gloomy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have my eyes wide open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But why can't I see anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This echo is pretty scary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voices in my head is haunting me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm haunted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By my own deep thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm haunted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By my own silent cries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't want to be alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Take me away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Get me out of here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6894112912515279602?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6894112912515279602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6894112912515279602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6894112912515279602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6894112912515279602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-11-loneliness.html' title='Crapping 101 #11 --&gt; Loneliness...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-3633395352790576416</id><published>2011-12-05T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:01:47.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #10 --&gt; Kehilangan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hidup sepatutnya umpama burung-burung berterbangan bebas di udara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Atau seperti ikan-ikan yang berenang tenang di dasar lautan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tapi, bagiku, semuanya pantas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tidak dapat ku pejamkan mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;walau hanya untuk seketika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dunia telah berubah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apa yang Dia pernah ciptakan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Semuanya hancur musnah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Di tangan manusia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apa maknanya semua ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Adakah benar dunia ini hampir kiamat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Manusia hilang agama, lupa diri, sesat jalan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apa ini semua tidak menakutkan kita semua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tapi, mengapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kenapa aku masih berjalan ke arah itu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku masih mengikut jalan yang salah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku kebuntuan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku kehilangan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aku cuba pejamkan mata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Untuk melupakan semuanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tetapi, gagal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ia datang menghantui diriku lagi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hanya sesaat sahaja aku menahan diriku,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tapi, aku kehilangan lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-3633395352790576416?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3633395352790576416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=3633395352790576416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3633395352790576416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3633395352790576416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-10-kehilangan.html' title='Crapping 101 #10 --&gt; Kehilangan...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-8495650357610617900</id><published>2011-12-05T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:54:26.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #9 --&gt; Come away with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Just a slow song I created back then...HeHeHe...Even did a recording of me singing it...LOL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Come away with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Far away up high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Fly away with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Up in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Come away with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;To the moon up high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Swim away with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Deep in the ocean free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;We'll be so high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Up in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;High above the mountains,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;We'll make it through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Just me and you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Be wild and free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Together...Together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Just me and you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Wild and free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;We'll make it through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Come away with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Far away up high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Fly away with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Up in the sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Come away with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;To the moon up high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Swim away with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Just you and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-8495650357610617900?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8495650357610617900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=8495650357610617900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8495650357610617900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8495650357610617900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-9-come-away-with-me.html' title='Crapping 101 #9 --&gt; Come away with me...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-4290972123021560546</id><published>2011-12-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:57:05.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #8 --&gt; Damaged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It can be a real bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pain,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I felt it almost all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hurt,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That is what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I think I lost it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm too blind to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wall,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That is what I have built around my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lost,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's what I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hatred,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's all I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have lost a lot of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Who are they? Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Money,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It torn my family apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soul,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't think I have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heart,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It bruises easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationship,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to be in a long one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They might say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That life is so beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That life is amazing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't believe in that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They don't know what I have been through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What I have seen through out my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They don't feel pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm damaged.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm messed up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm too damaged to be cured.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-4290972123021560546?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4290972123021560546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=4290972123021560546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4290972123021560546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4290972123021560546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-8-damaged.html' title='Crapping 101 #8 --&gt; Damaged...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6942590472680543415</id><published>2011-12-04T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T23:44:28.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #7 --&gt; If I lived in the US of A...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was 11.22 pm; I was laying on the bed, trying not to think too much about Mr. Sunshine, then the thought of me living in US came up on my mind. I just had to blog about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;If I lived in US of A, these are the things that will happen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol start="1" style="margin-top: 0in;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;I think I      would not wear a bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will get a      pierce, under my lips, right in the middle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;I will go      clubbing every Friday and Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will live      a wild life, do things that I haven't done before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;I would love      to rent a car, and just drive to nowhere, go on road trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go shopping      a lot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Learn to      cook coz it's not easy getting Halal food there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go thin      within 3 months.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Work my ass      off for money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stand in the      middle of &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Times Square&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and snap a photo      just like that nostalgic photo, the kiss or some shiet like that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Start on my      nudity photography shots, find people who would go nude for me or couples      having sex and want that moment to be captured. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wear short      skirts, leggings, converse high cut shoes, wear hot heels, have so many      sleeveless. I'd just be hot and sexy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Get the love      of my life to live with me, in this case, Mr. Sunshine. Live a married      life with him. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ride a      Mustang.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Have a dog,      Siberian husky perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Hmm, I just have to do all those. HaHaHa. That is, if I lived in US of A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;U kno u love me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6942590472680543415?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6942590472680543415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6942590472680543415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6942590472680543415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6942590472680543415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-7-if-i-lived-in-us-of.html' title='Crapping 101 #7 --&gt; If I lived in the US of A...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-347578325962697720</id><published>2011-12-03T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T19:43:56.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #6 --&gt; Fresh new start, across the sea!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Alright Alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know, my post previously was a sick post. Don't blame me. HeHeHe...Blame my weird mood swings lah..Going crazy already trying to cope up with my bloody hell of a mood swing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I need to get a new bloody job A.S.A.P. so that I can quit before getting confirmed by the end of December, which is THIS EFFING MONTH!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Anyway, so, I'm gonna get a new fresh start, hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I've applied for jobs in Singapore and Indonesia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;If I get a job in Indonesia, that will be super awesome, coz I will be a millionaire there...WOAH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine if they agree to pay me 6.5 million&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;, which is about RM 2275...Damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;JUTAWAN WEH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt; And I don't need to pay EPF and all that shiet (coz I think I won't be living till 55) LMFAO~ But if Spore, suck sikit lah...Hmm...Everything oso expensive, living cost, dosh, minum, bla bla bla...haihh..If Indonesia, food pun senang cari, dosh cheap, minum pun cheap, I heard can get 1.5mil whole apartment for rent...Hmm...Occay kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I need this fresh start so badly. Aku dah tawar hati duduk kat Malaysia ni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Benda yang menghalang aku untuk melangkah jauh adalah anak-anak aku (kucing lah!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Kalau ikut macam si Sunshine buat, senang lah, tiap bulan balik, renew visa..Hmm..Dapat gak balik few days kan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Harap-harap, they accept me, they accept my permintaan gaji, AND they accept me nak balik tiap bulan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;LMFAO~ Ingat company bapak hang ke cik nathra oi!!! LOL~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tapi, tu lah dia...Tak tau lah how I'm gonna survive being independent. See right, 25 years of living, not even once my parents allow me to go out to venture the world and be independent...So, yeap, I'm pretty much dependent on people. It's time to change. Good kan, my plans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Change is good. It makes a person see a whole lot of different things from various aspects. Oh crap, ape benda lah pulak aku crap ni. HaHaHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, kalau dapat kerja di Indonesia, senang deh, karna gwe juga bisa ngomong bahasa Indonesia. Iyalah, udah di dalam darahnya seh, gwe ini campuran Indonesia juga ya..HeHeHe..Occay, not perfect lah, but can lah..HeHeHe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anywayz, let's pray for me and this fresh new start aite.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thanks readers, for always being soooo patient reading my craps and bulls..HaHaHa...I really do feel pity for y'all...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-347578325962697720?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/347578325962697720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=347578325962697720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/347578325962697720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/347578325962697720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-6-fresh-new-start-across.html' title='Crapping 101 #6 --&gt; Fresh new start, across the sea!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5614547798615316911</id><published>2011-12-03T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:14:57.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #5 --&gt; Truth to be told...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I think it's time to tell the world the real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, here goes nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Back then, when I was a little girl, I was the happiest. There was no questions to what is life about or what love means or worrying about money. I did no know a single thing about anything. All I felt was fun, being mengada2 with my family members, the love my family gave me (oh, yeah, being the last daughter in the family, hehe), going for all those camping trips, and all those 4X4 trips around Thailand. Life seemed so easy back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Till, I entered the age of 15. I started to feel the urge of&amp;nbsp;committing&amp;nbsp;suicide. I wanted to die so badly. Why you may ask, but I don't know the main answer to that. Being a teenager I guess. Or I started feeling like there was no freedom to life. I was different than any of my family member. I hated the education system, I hated studying, I just wanted to have fun, I became a theft in my own house just for the sake of having money to chill with my friends, I just wanted to sleep and never wake up. Oh, yeah, forgot to mention, I was in a 2nd ranking class when I was 14, but I was placed in the last class when I was 15. Maybe that changed my life. Maybe that was the cause of me giving up in life. And on top of that, the love I felt was going away, my family (without realizing) was slowly breaking up due to money. That was when each night I prayed to God to take my life away and that too was when I started playing around with blades. Yes, I have had tonnes of scars. Why I cut myself? Because the pain from the cut, would overtake the pain that goes in my heart, and it's nice to see the blood slowly coming out of my skin. No, I'm not crazy, I just act crazy. Then I would skip tuition almost everyday, to go chill in Metro Kajang. I became one screwed up case, yet, people still think I was a goodie good girl. Why? Because I did not act wild? HaHaHa. Master in disguise, that's what I would call myself. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, this is me, and what people may talk about me after my death, " Nathra, the girl who gave up on life since she was 15..." Hey hey, next thing people would think is, pity her family..Right? No! Because no one cares. If they actually really cared, when they found out I have scars, they would not have think that I was following some black metal shit. And they would not have said things like I was a trouble to them. They would not have indirectly called me stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All I wanted was love and care. Yes, there you go, I'm admitting it now. That might be the reason why I had all those 30 ex boyfriends. Because all throughout my 25 years of living, all I know is how to love, but I never known what love was. I would go to friends, to relatives, to family, to boys, just to feel love and care. Call me sick and sadist, but I did everything I could to feel love. I needed the attention. Oh, yeap, I love attention and fame. If I had to become a killer for fame, I would have done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I crave for&amp;nbsp;acknowledgement. All those sacrifices I did when my sisters gotten their chance to study in UK. I was a growing teenager, what my friends had, I never had. That's when I started stealing, just so that I could go chill in mcd with them. Sick right? But heck, that was life, I guess. But no one knows what I felt inside. No one asked. No one cared. No one even asked me if I was occay for not getting the chance to study abroad. Yeah, I really don't mind coz I hated studying anyway, but it's just nice to have someone that cares for me. I don't even remember when was the last someone actually looked in my eyes deeply and just ask me if I'm really occay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;See, maybe my life is not so bad compared to others, but heck, I still have to go through all of it, I am a human being too, don't my feelings matter too? To make it even worst, honestly, I'm fucking lost. I don't know what the fuck I want in this life, what's the purpose of me being here... It's the worst, when you have no clue on what the fuck you're doing in this world or what the hell you wanna do in life. I'm completely lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;In love, that's another story. I need to be constantly reminded that he loves me. Why? Because all they did (my 30 exes) was just saying those three so called fucking magical words. They don't put it in action. So I don't know how to see if a person loves me. Pity mr. sunshine, to have a super screwed up person like me eh? Haihh...I'm just too damaged. Can he be the one to change me? Occay, here's the thing, I'm starting to believe him, I'm starting to trust, but, when he's in front of me, I can see love, I can feel love, but now that he left again, I don't feel it. How fucked up am I right? Urghh...I love him so much :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But thinking about those 3 days, wow, the way he looked at me, the way he caressed my hair in front of his friends, oh shit, and how he put food for me on my plate when we were dining with his family and friends...No one ever did that to me!! Wait, no guys ever even wanted me to know their friends...Oh fuck, he's doing this for me and I am still blind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh shiet, anyway, forget love. So, life, yeah, I hated life and that has been like, erm, forever...Yeah, I just wanna run away from all this shiet and just live in a jungle..Or best if life just ended.. I'm so tired of being me, of playing this so called games of life. I'm tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ha, now, I hate work. I wasn't born to work, oh wait, maybe I was not born to work in offices!!! I need to move around. Yeap, my attitude towards work has gone so bad. I go late, I go as I like, I have the urge of shouting at my senior when he tells me to change something that I have been doing like forever now..Urgh, I don't even talk to any of the bosses, unless it's fully related to work. I'm fucked. Seriously, fucked. I'm looking for another job now, like gile2 mencari. Looking for jobs all around the world. Let's see where life brings me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Occay, I think the truth has been out.. Hmm... That's all I would crap for now, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt; I wished God has given us a 'user manual guide' book when He created us.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt; That would have made my life puzzles a whole lot easier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5614547798615316911?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5614547798615316911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5614547798615316911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5614547798615316911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5614547798615316911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/crapping-101-5-truth-to-be-told.html' title='Crapping 101 #5 --&gt; Truth to be told...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-2442059559056776315</id><published>2011-11-30T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:19:58.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #4 --&gt; Love, Seemed pretty believable now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;Every moment spend with you is a moment I treasure, and every kiss you give will be the only one I would ever remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's pretty&amp;nbsp;believable&amp;nbsp;now and I'm starting to trust. His eyes showed me love. The way he treated me, the way he cared for me, they way he talks to me, I'm starting to fall deeper and deeper, I'm starting to trust him, I'm starting to believe that this is all real. Is that a good thing? Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The best part was just waking up in the morning, and he was the first thing I saw. OMG, I will cherish that forever. Shit, this is getting to deep, right? Damn, I'm always stupid when I'm in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Scared? Yeah, I'm scared like shiet, but this is life, if I get heartbroken again, so what? That's life right? And life moves on, eventhough it will be hard like a metal beam, but eventually, I will move on. But I hope it will last long. Last forever? I don't know. We're two different people from two different religion. Yeah, eventhough my culture is more to Indian culture, but, what he asked me before, replays on my mind. If I were to marry a non-muslim, will he willingly want to convert? I mean, to me, if dah sampai tahap nak kawen tu, kena lah convert, tapi itu lain2 punya hal, itu belakang cerita lah bro...HaHaHa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wait, why the fuck on earth am I thinking about all this kawen shiet? WTF? Chillax lah Rock Chiq, today baru genap sebulan dia bergelar boyfriend. Haihh..But, wait, I'm just too screwed up and messed up, will he even think of marrying me? Nah, I think I'm too messed and screwed up that no one would ever wanna marry me. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes pitiful readers, I'm super messed up, fucked up, screwed up, ahh, all the UPS lah..No freaking way anyone would want to spend their lifetime with me, what more Mr. Sunshine. Haihhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But yeah, anywayz, let's talk about now lah, he's just so bloody sweet. Or maybe because there weren't any guys yang treated me like that. Or maybe coz he's matured enough, not like those younger kids I use to date. Or maybe because I changed? I mean, seriously, I had so many kekurangan back then when it comes to love, but I'd rather not say it here. HeHeHe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eh, anyway, these past few days was the best days of my life of having a boyfriend lah weh..Chilling with his friends (MEREKA SANGAT AWESOME OK!!), chilling till so late (OMG, FREEDOM!!), spending time with HIM..Ahh, sangat hebats lah! Nanti nak ajak mereka2 datang lepak kat gazebo rumah lah :) Cuma pity lah, no alcohols allowed..LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Haih, now here comes the sad part, he's leaving tomorrow :'( I feel like crying actually, tapi xboleh, kena control macho. HaHaHa..BTW, I love his family, they are so cool. His mom and his dad, sangat baek. Hmm..And I love the fact that my Mr.Sunshine is a workaholic and familyholic, it's not easy to find a guy like that these days occay! His flight is at 1pm tomorrow, I will be at work then. I wish I was rich, that I didn't have to work, and I can fly across the sea to him anytime. DAYMN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, is it normal for guys to not say 'love you' and is it normal for girls to always say 'love you'? But these days, I noticed since he don't say it, I seldom say it too. Hmm. But I love him, I know my heart does. And I can see it in his eyes that he loves me too. Lagi satu, macam banyak je persamaan antara me and him. Hmm, aneh bangat sih..Takut juga lah. Tapi, xpe lah, just go with the flow lah kan? Kalau ada jodoh, ada lah. Kalau xda, xpe, move on sudahhh..hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shiet, gwe cinta bangat sama dia. Dan gwe sayang bangat sama teman2nya. Gwe juga sayang sama keluarganya. Dan anjingnya si Tiger. HaHaHa...Gimana ini sih..Gawat neh, gawat...Udah terjatuh cinta lagi. Waduh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eh, why on earth I'm suddenly speaking indo language? LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright, before I crap on more shiet, let's end it here for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-2442059559056776315?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2442059559056776315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=2442059559056776315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2442059559056776315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2442059559056776315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/crapping-101-4-love-seemed-pretty.html' title='Crapping 101 #4 --&gt; Love, Seemed pretty believable now...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-2464471757661520819</id><published>2011-11-25T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:41:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #3 --&gt; Let's talk about the four lettered word...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's talk about the four lettered word that people like to use so much..No, it's does not start with a F or a S…It's L.O.V.E. Yeap, let's talk about love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When you hear the word love, what is the first thing that comes to your mind? When you think about love, what is your first thought? Is it sex? That's what most men or women think about these days. Coz they use their vagina and penis to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What I think about love? Well, let's see. First I would think of my dead cat, Abang Arrow, the one and only true love of my life. Then I would think of the love for God. Then I would think of the love my parents gave to me, and the love I have for them. Lastly, I would think about my future husband (whoever that will be, if I would have one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My future husband. Can he love me purely? Can he give his whole heart to me? 100%.. I want a man who can love and treat me good. Who does not think with his penis. Who would be madly deeply in love with me, to the extend that when he tells me he loves me, I can see it in his eyes; I can hear his heart cry. Do they really exist these days? LOL. Well, and of course, he thinks about me every now and then. He would go crazy if he didn't meet me for at least a minute each day, and would die if he did not listen to my voice. I want a man that I can rely to, who can hear my heart out, who just knows me so well more than I know my true self. Well then, does such human being exist these days? Seriously…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know, I know, that does not exist, and that's just bullshiet. HaHaHa..It would be nice if they did exist eh? HaHaHa.. Anyway, yeah, that's what I think about love or what I want from the word love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hmmm….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, mr. sunshine? Fuhhh… Yeah, he's sweet, I got pissed at him the other day. I should not have wrote my previous post. Since that night after the talk, till this very second, day 2, he had not said a word to me, talked to me, replied my text. :'( And I have been very sad since. So, do I love him? Hmm…I think I do. All I know is that I think about him, I'm worried coz I don't know if he's pissed at me now, or he's just busy, I can't wait to see him, but I'm scared too at the same time..Shiet, I miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ha, I can't write anymore, brain has gone jammed up because he's on it all the time. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;U kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-2464471757661520819?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2464471757661520819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=2464471757661520819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2464471757661520819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2464471757661520819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/crapping-101-3-lets-talk-about-four.html' title='Crapping 101 #3 --&gt; Let&apos;s talk about the four lettered word...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5933593972705725177</id><published>2011-11-24T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T20:26:20.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #2 --&gt; Pissed Is what I'm feeling right now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The chat on skype last night got me thinking alot. Seriously, ALOT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do men want? What the hell do they actually want? I got to figure that out..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Well, why can't he see what I'm doing, what I do for him? Why can't he understand that I just want to spend one whole day with him, even if that means just lying there beside him? Why can't he spend 1 and a half day with me, and 1 and a half day with his family? That's all that I'm asking. He made me start thinking that it's true what I have thought of all these while, that men just want to use me. Why? Why are men so evil and cruel? Occay, not all, but maybe the ones I meet...Why can't they fall madly deeply in love with me, like how I'm madly deeply in love with them? Or do that only happen in fairytales?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Damn, I just don't get it. He became my boyfriend a day before he left for oversea. Now, after a month, I get to be with him again, tu pun 3 days jer kot, then he's gonna go off again. Is it so hard to just please a lady? Haihhh...I totally respect his decision of wanting to spend time with his family, but, how bout me? I wanna spend time with him too. Oh, maybe the question here is, does he want to spend time with me? Some good quality time..Not just to do it, but to just spend time together, like true lovers? Damn, are we even true lovers? LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shiet people, all I want is just to spend some time with him. But what he said last night, had got me thinking alot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;This is so not fair. Why does my love life always suck? Why do men always treat me so badly? How many times of hurt I have to go through till I'm finally feel happiness? Maybe I will go to work now. Haihh...I just want to feel love. Yes, I crave for love and attention. This is what happens when that stupid shit people chase after so badly, yeap, MONEY, ruins your family. Then your parents would be so busy thinking about how the fuck to find money, they forget you. They forget they once had a baby whom they gave so much attention to. Yeap mom and dad, fuck my tears flowing like a river now, maybe all the shit I did was just to win your attention! URGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;Now I'm fucking pissed. Last night I slept feeling fucking pissed too. Fuck, and work, shit, it's getting on my nerves too. I did not fucking stayed in college, finish my fucking diploma program, just to be some pirate ok, yeap, if the police found out, they would put me behind bars, coz I copy so many CDs at work. Is that the job of a graphic designer? FUCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shit, this love, the love this time, had made me loose my mind. Is it because I really love? If so, DAMN LOVE then.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;But seriously, what he said, had got me thinking so much. Am I some person you come to when you need me, then leave as you like? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Sorry readers, sorry for all the swearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Btw, if u're my aunty, my uncle, my cousin, my siblings, my lover, my friends, my what the fuck whoever, this is the only place I get to let my feelings out. So fuck you if you think you're gonna go behind my back bitching about me, or turning my blog into a gossip topic. Coz you don't know the fuck I go through in life. So fuck off and just shut after reading! Thank you. After all, no one is perfect. And of all person, I'm just crap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5933593972705725177?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5933593972705725177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5933593972705725177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5933593972705725177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5933593972705725177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/crapping-101-2-pissed-is-what-im.html' title='Crapping 101 #2 --&gt; Pissed Is what I&apos;m feeling right now!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-3629464302655125674</id><published>2011-11-23T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:37:50.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crapping 101 #1 --&gt; New day of crap begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well well, it's a new title now. Done with bullshitting 101, now it's time for crapping 101..LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, here it goes again, all the crappy thoughts that comes in my head, that goes straight to my awesome blog, yeap, I think it's awesome, just like me. LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The other day, this lovely girl, my cousin, said that I'm cool. HaHaHa..Wow, apparently, I'm cool. So nice to have people adoring me. NgEeEeE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, my friend read my blog for the first time, and he asked me, who am I. Wow, does my blog really speak the true me? Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This guy who's my boyfriend, shit, I think I'm in love with him. This feeling is weird. From all my past so called love life, this time, this feeling is weird. Is it because I'm more mature now? Or because my heart has been guarded by all the pain men has caused? But yet, I still feel like a child. HaHaHa. But then, today, there was this tiny voice in my head again..I just have to blog about it..I heard it saying, "Shit, I love sunshine, and I feel sad already. One day I will be heartbroken again. He too, will leave me, just like all the other man I loved. I wish he could stay and be the one..." Yeap, that sick voice. Sometimes I wonder if that sick voice is me, or some evil psycho person living in me. Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hey, don't you think it's weird, that I just think alot? Sometimes I feel like WTF? Why can't my brain stop thinking just for a second? I even think when I sleep. Urgh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, continue back my story.. So yeah, I love the fact that it has been 3days now that we skype. Lack of sleep, ahh, who cares. HaHaHa. I feel so good when I get to see him. Sometimes, I feel like I wanna gigit him so badly, coz he's sooo cute. Hey, when I say cute, it does not always mean the looks ok, it's the attitude. He won my heart, yeap, with his cute attitude. Oh dear, I miss him so much eventhough I see him on webcam. HaHaHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, it's just 4 days more now, till he comes back, for ONLY THREE BLOODY DAYS, but uh-ha, 3 days still counts right? Rather than not coming back at all. NgEeEe...But I wonder, will I see him again after he goes back there? HmMmM...I wish I could see him everyday, snuggle in bed with him each night, wake up in the morning seeing his face, and him, being the last person I see before I sleep - eh, sounds like husband jer..LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nah, I don't think there is a single human being out there who would ever wanna marry me. I'm lost weh, confuse child I am. Not forgetting, damn complicated, I mean, the wires in my brain has all tangled up kinda complicated. I'm actually a pretty simple person. I think. HaHaHa. Since I have a strong feeling that I won't marry a malay guy, I wonder what's the process of a non muslim converting to be a muslim. Hmm..No, I can't ask my mom how dad converted. You crazy? HaHaHa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh fuck, ZOMG, so, I have been doing some workouts since last week. Jog, sit ups and now, dance on the dance mat with PS2. And damn, I lost 4 KGs. Na'ah, hell no, I ain't telling you my weight. HeHeHe. No one can know that, and no one knows. LOL. But weh, I'm so excited lah. 4 KGs look like a small figure, but it means big to me weh. See, I just have to go thin, occay, maybe not thin, but I want the figure I had back in highschool. The perfect size, perfect weight. HaHaHa. Plus, I gotta look good you know. HeEhEe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anywayz, got to go now. Feel like this craps are all really starting to sound like crap. Hah. See what I mean. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-3629464302655125674?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3629464302655125674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=3629464302655125674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3629464302655125674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3629464302655125674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/crapping-101-1-new-day-of-crap-begins.html' title='Crapping 101 #1 --&gt; New day of crap begins...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-2975541893931064789</id><published>2011-11-22T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T20:51:02.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#101 --&gt;Insecurity and LOVE again..NgEeEe~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Is it weird to be scared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, that's the line I want to start this blog with. Hmm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm going to grow old alone, die alone in my house, with my cats just being around me. Or are they going to leave me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Insecure is what I feel. Insecure of myself, insecure of life, insecure of love, insecure of everything. I feel so scared. Yeap, I had just too much bad experiences in life. Maybe to some other people, it's just a small thing, but to me, it's a big deal. For instance, love. When I love, I really love, I don't look at other man. But why can't these people I have loved before look at all that? Why can't they see me for who I am? Just like my family. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The reason why I choose to love animals with all of my heart? Because they don't judge me. They accept me. I'm fat, I'm a mood swinger, I don't know what I want to be in life, but they don't care about all that. Because, they see through me, they don't judge me. They make me so happy. Everyone else just choose to judge me all the time, they don't see right through me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Shit, occay, let's get back to my main topic. Yeah, maybe I'm a big coward who just pretend that I'm fine, I'm strong and that I have control. Maybe I like to be in control cause it's a distraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Urgh, shit, what am I crapping about? Is this it? Is this what being an adult is? This sick feelings I feel in my chest? If in that case, being an adult is full of crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, happy thoughts, happy thoughts...Oh, shit, I think I accidentally fell in love..Oh no, am I going to feel another heart breaking moments? Coz I'm really so sick and tired of it.. It seriously does hurt occay readers. Please, don't say love, if you don't love. Easy. Don't pretend, don't be a faker. I mean, it hurts so much, I think it's even worse that being hit by a fast track train. Eh, but for now, fine fine, they can say I'm having love-sick/angau, or whatever shit they wanna call it. So what? I am, just &amp;nbsp;human being kan? God created love among us all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh no, I really feel so sorry for you readers, coz I'm talking crap again. HaHaHa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eh, 30th November 2011, would be 1 month I've been dating him. Insecure, honestly, yeah, there's just insecurity in this relationship. Maybe coz it's too early. Eh, what rubbish am I talking, macam cari suami jer. LMFAO~ I think I'm just too complicated for anyone to even think of marrying me. He's too awesome, he's perfect to me..But yeah, who cares about all the other stuff, he makes my heart beat, he makes me feel alive again, he makes me feel the air rubbing against my skin, he is my sunshine, and I love him. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Occay, I think right now, this very second, I don't even know if I'm awake or asleep. I have only slept for 2 hours. Blergh...I'm gonna take a shower and sleep..Oh I miss him so much..Yeay yeay, not including today, it's only 5 days more!!!I can't wait... :) As son as I see him at the airport, I'm gonna just hug him so hard, and kiss him soooo hard, like there's just two of us left in this world. Ngeee heee hee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-2975541893931064789?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2975541893931064789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=2975541893931064789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2975541893931064789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2975541893931064789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/bullshitting-101101-insecurity-and-love.html' title='bullshitting 101~#101 --&gt;Insecurity and LOVE again..NgEeEe~'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5216569583773833552</id><published>2011-11-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:53:42.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#100 --&gt; Feeling Psyched!!! and some other weird shietzos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Zomg, I'm psyched!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday, 20.11.2011, he came online and we talked on skype. YES, webcammmm!!! Damn, I was so happy, I was smiling all the time, till my cheek hurts. LOL. We started skyping about 12am I think, till 3am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;*Sayang, if you are reading this, yes, I just have to update my blog. HA-HA.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just sooooo happy that I was able to see him; I just miss him so much. Wow, being able to see his smile again, his eyes, and his tattoo, just being able to see him, I'm going GA-GA already lah. Even till today, when the thoughts of last night comes on my mind (which is most of the time), I'd just smile, and my heart bounces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He just makes my heart beats so fast. I don't remember when the last a guy make my heart beats fast, maybe never. Hmm...Being in this relationship with him, is just so exciting, I don't know why. Maybe because it's him, the guy I liked when I was 14. Like seriously, WOAH! I bet he gets that alot, a girl liking him, I mean, who wouldn't like him. HaHaHa. Oh dear, I feel so bubbly now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span dir="LTR"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He's my sunshine, like that song "Sunshine in my window, that's what you are, my shining star..Making me feel, I'm on top of the world..."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="MsoNormal" dir="RTL" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now, it's just 7 days more, till I get to see him for real again, and even though he's just gonna be here for 3 days, I will use all the time I can to be with him. But I know, family is important as well, I mean, if I was the one coming back from somewhere, I would want to spend some quality time with my family too, so I totally understand if he wants to do so. Like what the law of relationship says, 'give and take'...HeHeHe..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Shiet, I only have 250 bucks left in my bank. How how? DAMN, why must my pay only comes in on the 5th of each month? See, this job is just too far that I have no savings at all at the end of the day. I mean, seriously readers, why do we work, when at the end of the day, you don't get to save any money? Hmm..There's just so much things to pay...Car loan, Study loan, Car petrol, Tolls after tolls, Food, Ciggs, and just some money for chilling out with friends. I don't even shop, yet, no savings. Yes, I'm not like other girls, I actually hate shopping. It's a total waste of time. I usually shop when I know that I need something new. Am I weird? I don't think so..hmm..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I went to a job fair in PWTC, damn, it's just soooo government. No job opening for graphic designer. WTF right? I'm so gonna find a job somewhere away from &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I think &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Bandung&lt;/st1:city&gt; is a nice place to work in, since I like &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Bandung&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. That's it, my target for this week, go online and search for job openings in &lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Bandung&lt;/st1:city&gt;, USofA and &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh dear, now that song by Jessie J "It's all about the money, money, money...", is playing in my head. Why must the world be all about money? Why is it so crucial to have money? What happened to happiness, love and peace? Why is money so important? URGH..If you have been following my whole blog since day 1, I'm sure you'd know that I HATE MONEY. Yeap, I hate money, no, wait, hate is a little less strong word, correction, I DESPISE MONEY! Money was the cause that torn my family apart, I mean, not really apart, but money was the cause of my family not being a family anymore. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ha, I don't even get it when my mom want's me to marry someone who's well paid off. No, if she wants that, then she can marry them, cause at the end of the day, I just want a man who can make me happy, even if I have to live in a super small house, as long as he can feed me, and make me happy, that's enough. Plus, you work for money, you work hard, you get more. So, yeah, duit boleh dicari lah...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, talking about marriage, my maid told me that my mom is worried of me. My mom went telling my aunties that she's worried of me, being single, after work, straight home, where got time to find a boyfriend. HA-HA. Good for her, she should be worried, who asked her to always not let me out to venture the world. But what she says is not true lah, I am not single, HeHeHe, but nah, I would never tell my parents if I'm seeing someone, until I'm assured that the guy is 'the one'. I just don't like the idea of telling them, then what if it don't work out, then what? Right? So, I will keep pretending, till I feel that the man I found will be the one. But it's kinda scary also, I mean, how do you know if that is the one? Oh readers who are married, can you tell me how you knew that the man you married was the one? For instance, even my friend, who recently got engaged, she's not even sure if he's the one...See...So how do you find out if that's the one? LOL...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But what I know is, I don't think I can marry a Malay guy. I just can't click with their minds. Yes, I am a Malay, but I'm also 50% Indian, and my mind is 50% Western, like most people who knew me would say, 'Nathra is just too westernized'..LMFAO~ I have a feeling that I will marry a non-Muslim dude, or not get married at all. HaHaHa..But I like the idea of waking up in the morning, and the 1st thing I see is my man, the person I love, the person I'd share my life with, and he would be the last I see before I sleep, so, yeah, I have to get married. HaHaHa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I think this post is just toooo long now, I should stop bullshitting..And oh, just couple more post and it would end the days of 'bullshitting101'...Unbelievable yeah..LOL. Nevermind, I already have a new title post in mind, 'Crapping101'..HaHaHa... Well, till then, take good care of yourself aight readers. Will be updating soon again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;U kno u love me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" dir="LTR" style="direction: ltr; text-align: left; unicode-bidi: embed;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5216569583773833552?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5216569583773833552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5216569583773833552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5216569583773833552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5216569583773833552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/bullshitting-101100-feeling-psyched-and.html' title='bullshitting 101~#100 --&gt; Feeling Psyched!!! and some other weird shietzos..'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-6528086257544630707</id><published>2011-11-19T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:29:09.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post about L.O.V.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just sitting here, in my new home, in d hall, thinking what to write other than the bloody word - L.O.V.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh crap. I think it's gonna still be about it. Pity you readers. LMFAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Here it goes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Last night, 18th November 2011, I cried myself to sleep. Thinking that maybe he don't love me, maybe he don't care about me, ahh, all those negative thoughts lah. See right, the thing is, when you are away from the one you love, and you finish work at 3.30pm, you head home and don't have anything to do, there will be a little voice psychoing you in your head. That's exactly what happens to me. So, I fell asleep. The next thing I know, it was 3.30am+ when I received a call from him. I think that was the 1st time we talked for that long. About 30 mins? He listened to me talking rubbish and crap. LOL. That's one of the things I love about him, he listens. No matter how tired he is, or if he was about to say something but I say something, he would let me talk. Sweet eh? Hmm..But I feel pity for him also lah, to have a girlfriend who talks too much. HA-HA. We talked till his credit finished, then I called him, talked till my credit finished. Felt so exited, till I can't sleep coz my heart was beating so fast. Yes baby, you made my heart beat so fast, you make me feel so alive :) And I went work late, thank God that Ranveer texted me at 8.45am, had a super quick shower, chuck all my clothes in my bag(returning home to kajang), and went for work. Note, my work starts at 8.30am on a Saturday, I was an hour late. HaHaHa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I told him the truth. About what I felt. I had to let it out. Like I always believe, adults talk. They share their problems, they talk, to solve things out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe all I need is that kot. A man who would just be there for me, always around me, if he's not around, at least call or text. It makes me happy. Like when we first started dating, he always calls and text me, and I felt so bubbly. When things started to change, I was always feeling so lonely. Hmm...Anyway, let's think things positive. Yes, eventhough there might be times when I would think positive, but what matters is, I have him, I love him and when he say he loves me, I believe him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Neways, will update soon, got to go out now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I love you readers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-6528086257544630707?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/6528086257544630707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=6528086257544630707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6528086257544630707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/6528086257544630707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/another-post-about-love.html' title='Another post about L.O.V.E.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5549892758656219574</id><published>2011-11-18T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:48:22.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with me and the word love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Honestly, I'm starting to feel the distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It was sooo sweet at first, yeah, I received numeral calls a day, text messages, but now, I'm loosing him to his job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I just wanted a guy who would appreciate me and show that he really loves me. Hmm. What's happening? Is this normal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Shiet, I think I just don't know how to be in a relationship. I feel like asking him to define what is 'in a relationship' is all about. Hmm. I wish he did not leave. I wish he got a job here, instead of there. But, if it wasn't because of him leaving, I would not have met him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fuck, fuckity fuck, I'm loosing my mind. Again, can long distance relationship work? FISHES IN D SEA mannn!!! LOL~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;feeling so lost, where's that happiness i felt? hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;maybe coz now, im starting to think, if now he's so busy, only calls me once, don't really text anymore, and this relationship has only been for a month, how bout the other months to come? can i survive it? or am i gonna feel like shiet coz i would be missing him all d time and just swallowing it in my tummy and feel sick? hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;but i miss him. love? im not really sure if it's 100%. trust? i think there's only like 30% trust...hey, dont blame me for not trusting him ok, men made me be this way. all they want is just to use me and im also one bodoh case to just believe lah. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;well, maybe like he always say, and like my friends say too, just let time puts it all in place. i should just go with the flow right? yeap..i should..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;sorry for over thinking about this matter. maybe i just did not want to get hurt again, just this once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;but damn, for the 1st time in my life, im changing, for a man. i started working out, not being anti-social again...ZOMG! haha..im such a spaz..haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;newayz, im so psyched, he's gonna come back in just 10 days more, eventhough it's just for a very very very short time, but heck, at least i get to see him again :) yeay...can't wait to hug him, kiss him, and just stare into his eyes...*yes baby, ur eyes better be showing love.hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5549892758656219574?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5549892758656219574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5549892758656219574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5549892758656219574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5549892758656219574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-up-with-me-and-word-love.html' title='What&apos;s up with me and the word love?'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-3693664822597498861</id><published>2011-11-17T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:24:55.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#99 --&gt; The one and only love in my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;This is the story about my love, my life, my soul, my everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m still madly, deeply in love with my dead cat! Yeap, I don’t think, I can ever love a human being, the way I loved him. He was just too special. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Arrow, you came into my life, changed my whole life, filled my heart from emptiness. It can never be complicated with you. The way you listened, the way you love, the way you care, I don’t think anyone can compete that. How special you are to me, how much you did for me, no one can ever imagine.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If Arrow was still alive, I would say that repeatedly. He was more than a best friend to me, he was my life. He meant the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, he left me on the 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; July of 2011, but till today, 17&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; November 2011, I still cry thinking about him. I just miss him so much. I miss how he would actually lick my tears when I cry, it was like he was telling me, “Don’t cry, I’m here with you”. I also miss his smell, his soft fur, his breath, his love, his stubbornness, I just miss cuddling in bed with him, and how he would climb on me and sleep and I would have to stay in a position for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I wish he was still alive. I want him with me, for as long as I breathe. I don’t need a man or a friend in my life, I just need Arrow. Because Arrow, would always be there for me, no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Arrow, you will always be my one and only love, you are my one and only shining star&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;U kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-3693664822597498861?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3693664822597498861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=3693664822597498861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3693664822597498861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3693664822597498861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/bullshitting-10199-one-and-only-love-in.html' title='bullshitting 101~#99 --&gt; The one and only love in my heart...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-313222200729346389</id><published>2011-11-12T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T14:07:07.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#98 --&gt; Love oh Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Oh Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;That four lettered word..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love oh Love..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes readers, I'm so effed up, I think I'm in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;He's just so &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;sweet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. I feel like &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;there's just more to know about him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. And yes, I EFFING MISS HIM SO MUCH!! Why didn't we met sooner? Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Part of me is still finding it &lt;b&gt;hard to believe&lt;/b&gt; that he's mine. Hmm. That's normal right? I mean, when you liked someone 11 years ago, and suddenly, the man becomes someone you call 'mine'..It's also weird when I have to say 'my boyfriend'...Maybe coz I've been single for a year plus..Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I hope it won't be another same old lame short relationship. I hope it will last longer, can it? Long distance relationship, will it work? I think it can...Since I got no feelings for any other man, I believe this can work out well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Neways, dear readers, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think I'm officially having love sick.&lt;/span&gt; Even thinking about him makes me smile, WTF right? I wish he didn't have to go away... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can't wait for 28th November 2011...I have a feeling I won't be able to sleep right the night before lah..HA-HA... Grrrr, &lt;b&gt;I miss him so much&lt;/b&gt; already...been 2 weeks since he left...Fuh!! I need a chill pill!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-313222200729346389?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/313222200729346389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=313222200729346389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/313222200729346389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/313222200729346389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/11/bullshitting-10198-love-oh-love.html' title='bullshitting 101~#98 --&gt; Love oh Love'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-4559541885841060876</id><published>2011-10-31T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:56:16.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#97 --&gt; WOAHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Let me start with WOAHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;31st October 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;, is a day I thought will never happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;The guy I like since I was 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;, is someone I can call &lt;b&gt;MINE&lt;/b&gt; now?!?! WOAHH, unbelievable occay!! Seriously, simply unbelievable. I woke up today thinking it was all just a dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Sayang, if you are reading this, sorry, I just have to blog about it. LMAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But, sadly, why the hell didn't I meet him earlier? Why after 11 years, then only meet up again? And that is also what, 2 days before he leave? Ha ha ha..That song by Selena Gomez, I love you like a love song baby..That's the song..Hmm..Well, it is sad lah, but not to the extend that I could cry..LOL~ But yeah, he's mine, but, he left to another country. DAYMNNN ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yes yes, I know what I have always said about love before this, but it's still the same ok, I have changed, I find it hard to fully trust, like I said, I still can't believe I'm his. I still pretty much think it's a dream. Sayang, I'm dreaming right? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, he will be back for a while in 29 days. Fuh.. Sabar Nathra, sabar..&amp;nbsp;Pejam celik pejam celik jer.. Eh, but weird, fine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;this Rock princess has confidence issues occay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;. I wonder what he likes about me. I'm so not hot, he's so cute, I'm so boyish, he's so hot, I'm crazy AND psycho, he's cool, I'm like a gangster wannabe weh, W.E.I.R.D.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's cool.. Let's see how things goes. So far, I think he can layan my kegilaan, so, that's cool.. See right readers, Im just sick of always meeting men who just don't appreciate me, don't appreciate my love and things that I do for them. They just use me. I'm sick of all this short2 shietzos relationship. I wanna feel what it feels like to be in a long relationship, to fight, to love, to go dating, to understand each other, to share each other's life, to do things together, to be able to walk around holding hands and not worrying about what people would say or think. .So, we'll see how nice sayang can be, how he treats me, how he loves me, how he can tahan my kepale, and stuff lah ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Like I said in the post titled 'mommy i wanna get married',&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Can he love more than how I love him? Can he be the perfect father to my children? Can he be a great husband for me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;I want a man who can love me, who can treat me right, who can take care of me like how my parents did, who can respect me, who can accept me the way I am, who will always be there for me no matter what, who will give me all the attention (LOL, I love attention...), who loves animals just like how I do, and who's not afraid to tell me straight to my face and never hide things from me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #999999;"&gt;So, yeap...occay, I think I typed a little too much of bullshits..HAHA..moving on to the next topic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: magenta;"&gt;Deepavali 2011, I felt weird, not waking up in the morning to go visit Apuchi...that was what I did for 24 years of my life, and now, not anymore.. I forgot to ask dad if he was fine...Hmm.. I miss Apuchi..I really never thought I would cry at a funeral, and to miss a family member. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #ea9999;"&gt;And Abang Arrow(my cat), owh how I miss him so bloody much, only God would know..I wish I could hug him again, kiss him again, smell him again, just rest my head on his tummy, sleeping with him, hear him meow, taking a walk with him, oh i miss how he would just follow behind me when i call him to walk down the hill with me..He's such an angel..I think he was an angel, sent by God, to make me happy for 9 years.. :) Sometimes I wonder, is there heaven and hell for animals? If so, is my son in heaven? Hmm...If only I could whisper to his ears again like back then, saying that I love him so much and how thankful I was that he was in my life... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: orange;"&gt;Work, I feel like those big big ones above me, are going against me, always rejecting my work, always scolding me, saying things behind my back and shiet...WTJACK lah weh.. come tell me straight to my face lah.. Look, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I JUST HATE LIARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; ok...I SIMPLY CANNOT STAND PEOPLE LYING TO ME..I rather have people telling me the truth, even though it hurts like shiet..You lie, You die...LMAO~ Apparently, they're just so effing fake. Haihh...P.L.A.S.T.I.C.S.H.I.E.T.Z.O.S.!.!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Newayz, that's a really long update bout me eh. Ha ha ha..Owh, I miss Mr. Sunshine so much already and it has only be like what, few hours ago...LMAO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;*Sayang, I hope you will be my shinning star.. ;) What that means? Well, that's for me to know, for you to go figure...HA HA~ p/s: the way you kiss me, I know it's not a lie...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 18px;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-4559541885841060876?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4559541885841060876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=4559541885841060876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4559541885841060876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4559541885841060876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/bullshitting-10197-woahhh.html' title='bullshitting 101~#97 --&gt; WOAHHH!!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-8980170185732673400</id><published>2011-10-22T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T09:40:03.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#96 --&gt; Update on Abang Arrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;This one is a sad one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Note the post I posted on the July, 03 of 2011. Abang Arrow was sick then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Did God answered to my prayers?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Of me wishing that God would stop his pain and sufferings? Hmm...Maybe..But was I really ready to have let him go? Read up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;July, 07th, 2011. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abang Arrow drew his last breath&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; at 9.20ish. I cried that whole night. I managed to hold him and talked to him before he left forever. I told him to go, that he will be at peace if he left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;July, 08th, 2011. At about 10.30am, he was buried. That's it, my baby, my life, was gone forever. It was a Friday morning, and I missed out work, for him. He was truly the one and only love of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;October, 22nd, 2011. I still very much misses him till bits and pieces. I still secretly cry at night, cry myself to sleep. I miss him so much. I want him so badly, I miss his smell, his fur, his face on my face. Haih. All those memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pern my friend, had told me that her cat, Muffin, had passed on too, recently. Owh dear. I know how she would feel. Hmm. Only, I felt it alot, because of the SO MANY CATS i've been having. He He He.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I just pray so hard now, that my 7 babies will be alright and live as long as I live. Owh, did I mention, I rescued 3 cats. 1 cat from the road near Nad's apartment, 2 kittens (which 1 I kept, 1 I gave to the staff at the vet's office), and recently, found 1 kitten, so weak, abandoned at my home. I think,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; rescued is my favourite breed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :) But I love my other 4 babies too. He He He. I love all of them equally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-8980170185732673400?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8980170185732673400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=8980170185732673400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8980170185732673400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8980170185732673400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/10/bullshitting-10196-update-on-abang.html' title='bullshitting 101~#96 --&gt; Update on Abang Arrow...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5377007088640347037</id><published>2011-09-27T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T08:40:46.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#95 Mommy, find me a husband!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;MOMMY, I wanna get married!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh Dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I want to get married. Oh all the pressure I get from friends my same age, getting married, having their second baby, married...Arghhh... It's making me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm aging, forward, not backwards. Where oh Where thou my future husband be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Can they be trusted? Can he love more than how I love him? Can he be the perfect father to my children? Can he be a great husband for me? Bla Bla Bla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Haih.. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;All these same bloody questions repeat again and again on my head&lt;/span&gt;. I want to love, but I'm scared to love, but I want to feel love, but I'm afraid of love. Damn you love. Love is not just a four letter word, love is not nice, love is evil, love is not beautiful, it is ugly. Hey, don't blame me for saying all this, cause this are all from my experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want a man who can love me, who can treat me right, who can take care of me like how my parents did, who can respect me, who can accept me the way I am, who will always be there for me no matter what, who will give me all the attention (LOL, I love attention...), who loves animals just like how I do, and who's not afraid to tell me straight to my face and never hide things from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Money is not everything. Looks does not matter. What matters is, the brain and the heart :) Because I believe that from the brain and the heart, you can achieve a whole lot of wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt; quote by Nathra ND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, where oh where, thou my future husband be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;u know u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5377007088640347037?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5377007088640347037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5377007088640347037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5377007088640347037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5377007088640347037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/09/bullshitting-10195-mommy-find-me.html' title='bullshitting 101~#95 Mommy, find me a husband!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5790068840758650710</id><published>2011-07-03T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:29:18.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#94 Updates about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, after the news I received about one of my baby, Arrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I returned home last Friday, only to find him in his worst condition. OMG, I felt so bad. If only I had the powers to do something. Mom said I should put him to sleep, but Tash said let him die naturally. F-U-C-K, that's the four letter word that is going on on my mind. What should I do? I really haven't got a clue about whether I should or should not put him to sleep, or whether I should or should not let him suffer like what he's going through now. He's on my mind all the time. Can't concentrate on life like usual. W-O-R-K S-U-C-K L-I-K-E- F-U-C-K, even worst. Haihh.. I came up with a conclusion, that there's only 2 option left in this world for me. 1 is to D.I.E. or 2 is to G.E.T. M.A.R.R.I.E.D. Hmm...Can I go with die?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You know, I realized something, since I started working, I became fatter, even worse than a piggo. I dosh like crazy, like there was no more days left to dosh. The worst part is, I BECAME A NEGATIVE PERSON AGAIN!!! WTJACK right? So, do you guys think that work is good for me? I don't know man. I regret with my whole soul, that I did the course I did, and that I don't have the guts to hurt my parents by telling them the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh shit. Am at Mcd, writing this blog, and I feel like crying. What a loser. LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Let's pray that my baby will either get well, or God could stop his suffering. AND that I will get married, or die. Ngeeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5790068840758650710?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5790068840758650710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5790068840758650710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5790068840758650710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5790068840758650710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/07/bullshitting-10194-updates-about-me.html' title='bullshitting 101~#94 Updates about me...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-8867986100332864661</id><published>2011-06-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:32:14.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#92 - Just a thought post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hey readers, how have y'all been doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So, this post might be a little deep. Just a thought that came to me yesterday as I was thinking while watching TV. As usual, my brains can never stop thinking. NGEEE~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Well, think about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;You are who you are today. Have you ever thought that you would be who you are today, or what you are doing today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For examples, college students, have you ever thought that you'd be in college today? Maybe previously you're just a screwed up high school kid who screw up things in high school, but today, you are in a college. Aren't you proud of yourself? Wow. When I was in highschool, that was me, I fooled around, exams never mattered much to me and I WAS NEVER SCARED OR NERVOUS on exam days. LOL. I felt sooo weird looking at all my friends being nervous for exams back then. But hey, then when I was in college, the 1st year was tough, wait, think about it, my whole 3 years was a torture. LMAO. I kept saying that I was gonna quit, that I was gonna die and all those negative shietzos. But heck, I made it through. And this Saturday, 4th of June will be my Graduation Ceremony. WOAH. I'm a prouddddddddd women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Now, some of you might be doctors, designers, photographers, executives, teachers, engineers and so on, maybe even bummers. Have you ever thought that you'd be who you are today? Or today, have you ever just snapped for a second and thought 'woah, look at where I am today'? Well, for me, I used to think that I don't fit to be a designer, but heck, I am a graphic designer and a photographer today. Wow. Amazing, eventhough I just hate it so much. LMAO. But still, I've been that for like 3 months now, and yet, it's still pretty unbelievable. Hmm. Aren't you proud of what you made of yourself? Maybe your parents never believed in you back then, and BOOOMMMMM, now you're somebody. Wow. Amazing ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This post was actually written because of my brother in law. It just came up to my head, and I was so close to asking him 'have you ever thought that you'd be who you are today?' He's just amazing. I love the fact that God made him my brother in law and not some other guy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, readers, do think about this. But hey, to those of you who's just bumming around out there, don't feel miserable aite, coz, working life is just not even close to great. I'd say, college was way better. But do plan something for yourself. Don't waste life. If you really have nothing to do, or maybe waiting for a job, why don't go take the time to think what life is really all about. Is it doing the same routine everyday or the same boring routine everybody does (study, work, get married, have a family, bla bla bla), or is there something more to it? Go figure that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for taking the time to read this. Do not forget to always use our brains, so, T.H.I.N.K.!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/s: Message to bummers. Did you know that if you don't&amp;nbsp;exercise your brains(like doing crosswords,trivias or wordsearch and so on), you most probably have the potential of having memory lost and&amp;nbsp;Alzheimer when you're old? So, chopp chopp, start exercising!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;u know u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-8867986100332864661?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8867986100332864661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=8867986100332864661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8867986100332864661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8867986100332864661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/06/bullshitting-10192-just-thought-post.html' title='bullshitting 101~#92 - Just a thought post'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-1445604298332367445</id><published>2011-05-31T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:46:27.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#91 -Life updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Woah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Feels sooo long since I logged on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Well, no, I never forgotten that I have a bloglife. LOL. I've been busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Here's the updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;1) OMG, work? Damn, I should have studied super hard in high school so I could work with animals now instead of the lame art world. Haih. Art actually don't even matter in my life. -REGRETS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;2) My work? Well it's ok lah. My superiors are treating me fine. My graphic design 'sifu', well I call him sifu coz he's my senior and he's like super fast at work. WOAH!!I'm so jealous of his great talent. But there is this si pendek who's so effing annoying and I hate her so much that I can puke in her car, on her face, and this is just not normal puke, it's blood puke!!URGH! Yes, that is how much I hate her. Haha. My friend cik L, I like to be friends with her. She's nice. And also cik G, she's sweet. Part of me feels like quitting, like giving up. But, I'm not a quitter, I only say the word 'quit', like a million times, but I never had the guts to do it. Haih..Dunno lah. My sister and bro in law ask me to quit. I mean, seriously, what kind of workplace don't even support your medical bills..HAIH...Damn, I'm lost. If I quit, I don't think I would wanna stay in the design world. I wanna work with animals SOOO BADLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;3) At this age, my hearts beats even faster when I think of animals. My love for animals is becoming too strong that even I myself is so afraid. Shhh. This is a secret and you readers are the 1st to know. When I see those dead carcasses lying helplessly on the road, OMG, I could stand it. The more I see, the more I wanna lock myself in a dark room forever. Is that possible?Coz I would love to do it. Last month, in April, I saved a helpless little kitten from the road, she was just waiting for death to happen. I brought her home, Dad scolded me, Mom did too, but I rather get all the scoldings than just leaving the kitten behind. If you readers saw what I saw, you'd do the same thing. And even till today, I can never get that picture out of my head, it's like a broken record playing over and over again. Anyway, she's healthy now, and she's like a little devil. Seriously. Everyone has scratches all over. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;4) My baby Abang(Arrow), he's super old. He's so skinny, seriously, like just bones and skin and fur. Yesterday I saw his picture when he was so healthy, I just cried. I would rather have his sickness than letting him have his sickness. He can't even walk straight anymore. :'(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;5) Since my Apuchi left this world, I'm missing her. Hmm. I wish she was still around. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;6) My graduation will be happening this Saturday. OMG! Scary. What should I do on that day. ARGHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Anyway, my lappie's battery is running low. Will update real soon. Promise..hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-1445604298332367445?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1445604298332367445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=1445604298332367445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1445604298332367445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1445604298332367445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/05/bullshitting-10191-life-updates.html' title='bullshitting 101~#91 -Life updates'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-2587538577841619681</id><published>2011-04-06T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:55:06.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#90 - OH MY GOD! It's been a month working &amp; OMG, I met IED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can't believe that it's been a month now since I've started working. Who knew this 'Miss I wanna do nothing when I grew up' is in the adult's world, also known as the working world. Haha. So the ka-chings are now lying safely in the bank, but yesterday I had to take out some(which seem SOOO MUCH) to pay for my car loan. DAMN lah...After taking it out, my mind just went crazy thinking 'omg, what if it's not enough to support me for a month?' Aiyoo..Scared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;OMG!!Yesterday, also, 5th April 2011, I met the one person I have been looking for, talking about, searching for ever since 2009! IED! Yeap, I met him yesterday, FINALLY! Haha. So he gained weight. Wow, for a policeman who use to have the perfect hot bod, now having a belly and so, shit, it's sooo not hot ok! But WTH lah right, I've gained weight too(BUT IM JUST A G.D.,NOT A EFFING POLICE!), nevermind lah, whatever lah right? hehe. Coz I still like him just the way he is. But, now it's too early to say things, whether I'm in a relationship or not, even though he said yes yesterday, but then, men will always be men, a lying machine(no offense). HA-HA-HA!! He said I will get to meet him again today, but let's see how things goes, especially since he has turned his phone off. What? Is this the 1st sign? Haha..We'll see.....Let time tells it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So, that's the latest update lah readers. Nothing new, nothing old. But fresh from the oven stories though. LMAO~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;p/s: Abang Arrow(my cat, my son) is so old now. Weak bones. Can't walk perfectly even though his appetite is just extremely over perfect, but he's so skinny. I hope he will live long. My prayers goes to my cats that they will live long and healthy, to my tortoise and the eggs she laid - that the eggs will hatch, AND TO ALL THE ANIMALS IN THIS CRUEL WORLD THAT ARE BEING KILLED, ABUSED, RUN-OVER BY VEHICLES!!MAY GOD BLESS YOUR SOULS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;u know u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-2587538577841619681?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2587538577841619681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=2587538577841619681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2587538577841619681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2587538577841619681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/04/bullshitting-10190-oh-my-god-its-been.html' title='bullshitting 101~#90 - OH MY GOD! It&apos;s been a month working &amp; OMG, I met IED!!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-9005376436878588404</id><published>2011-03-13T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:02:07.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#89 - Working Life...And brains that can't seem to forget IED. URGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WOAH!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I survived work of 2weeks yaw...Work is &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; lah..&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Stress comes along the way&lt;/span&gt; once in a while of course, owh come on, tell me &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;which work place has no stress&lt;/span&gt;. But apart from stress, Im starting to &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;get the hang of it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Work mates&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; people. &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I love them&lt;/span&gt;. They are really &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Work is sort of &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;free and easy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;not much pressure&lt;/span&gt;. Food? Well, we found a shop that has &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;RM5.90 buffet&lt;/span&gt; weh.. That's damn cheap..WOOTWOOT!! Haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;OHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anywayz, for as long as I've worked, that is also the amount of time &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;IED has been on my darn mind&lt;/span&gt;. URGHHH!!!I'm still &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;not getting a hang of it&lt;/span&gt; ok!! Starting to&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; hate it&lt;/span&gt;. What kind of person says &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;he loves you, but never do a single thing&lt;/span&gt; to what he says. Last week Sunday we talked. I felt happy lah weh. Then he goes &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;missing again, LIKE USUAL&lt;/span&gt;!!! AIyOO...&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; la dei? Cheikk!! I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;want him out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of my mind. Please lah God, please &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;take him away&lt;/span&gt; from my mind and heart!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-9005376436878588404?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/9005376436878588404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=9005376436878588404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/9005376436878588404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/9005376436878588404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/03/bullshitting-10189-working-lifeand.html' title='bullshitting 101~#89 - Working Life...And brains that can&apos;t seem to forget IED. URGH.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-5856204974992756653</id><published>2011-02-27T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:34:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#88 - The Big $$, it changed humans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;All these while, I've always said that life is cruel, that life is evil. But now, after growing up, I change my mind. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is not cruel, the people in it are cruel.&lt;/span&gt; My sister once told me that there's no nice people in this world, and that this is a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;man eat man world&lt;/span&gt;. What she said is certainly true. Everyone has something to achieve, something they want, therefore, they are willing to choose to hurt their friends, their loved ones, their family. I hope I wont be one of those cruel ones. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope each time I forget, God will always remind me to come back to my senses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I feel pity for those who tend to forget about love, life and God. All they see are the &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;big $$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; in front of them. What happened to humans? What made them be who they are? I am going to start work soon, but I'm not working for the money. But then, when I start thinking about the &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;responsibilities&lt;/span&gt; I have, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to pay for my study loan, to pay for my car, my babies(cats) food, my toiletteries, my bills&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, somehow after all the calculation, it feels like it's never enough. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;"Is that is?" I asked myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Am I going to be one of those who will be blinded by the &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;big $&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Oh gosh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As long as we &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;remember who we are once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, and always &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;pray for guidance from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, hopefully, Godwilling, we wont be blind. I pray for myself and every single human being living in this world. Then maybe the world would be a beautiful place to live in again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-5856204974992756653?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/5856204974992756653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=5856204974992756653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5856204974992756653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/5856204974992756653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/bullshitting-10188-big-it-changed.html' title='bullshitting 101~#88 - The Big $$, it changed humans.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-3147339410268505424</id><published>2011-02-15T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T00:51:23.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#87 - All in 1 (update)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, I've been feeling pretty low since 29th January 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The story goes like this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;28th January 2011 - Tash(my sister) came back for a holiday from AbuDhabiBaby..Felt sooo happy getting to see her again..LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;29th January 2011 - This day, I can never forget. Tash accompanied me to Rozana's wedding. Then, we dropped by home, pick Arrow(my cat) up and went to the vet. At 5.30pm, we were already back home, talking to dad, asking about how Apuchi(my grandma) is cause she's not well. At that time too, dad received a call from my aunty's maid, saying that Apuchi is gone. :'( Then we all rushed to Damansara from Kajang in 2 different cars. Yeap, she left forever on this date. My grandma, who would be turning 100 years old this March 2011, died. I was so sad. On the 30th January 2011, was her funeral, she was cremated this day. For the 1st time in my life, I cried at a funeral. I love my Apuchi so much. She was so kind to us sisters. I remember when we were little, she took care of us cause our parents was away, she was forcing us to sleep, and Nadia influenced Tash to not sleep. Then they called me, and I ran along with them, locked ourselves in a room, and Apuchi was screaming outside the door. Then Nadia unlocked the door and jumped up to our double decker bed. Apuchi couldnt reach us, but I remember clearly, she was screaming and scolding us with a thin cane(yeap,my mom always kept canes at home). Oh how naughty we were. But hey, I was influenced ok!!LOL..Apuchi was also so generous. Oh dear, I miss her alot..Hmm..Since January 29th, I've been so lazy to come online, cried alone alot, been feeling lost too. Haihh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hmmmm.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;8th February 2011 - I went for another interview, at Fairview International School. WOAH. They were so impressed with my photography skill. Wow, I felt so proud that day, I swore I could have jumped like crazy at that time, but I couldnt. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dont remember date - Iedrus texted me. Few days before, I sent him a text thanking him for the good times we had last time. I also did mention that I won't text him anymore. So then he texted me back few days later. He also said that he still loves me and stuff. Oh, I also got to hear his voice again. He changed. He sounded more mature and fierce. LOL. Anyway, that night, felt soooo good, laughing and talking and texting with him. But then, the next day, and the next day, and the next day, till now, he went silent again. WTF right? Damn weird lah he. URGH~ Piss the hell out of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;12th February 2011 - Tash left back to AbuDhabiBaby, back to her working life. Haihh..No more doshing partner, no more roommate, no more laughing gang. Damn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;14th February 2011 - The day couples love soo much. BLERGH~ So called Valentine's day. Lots of Muslim couples were caught on this day too. Tsk Tsk..Ape nak jadi dengan melayu sekarang. Haha.Ni lah namanya Dunia Akhir Zaman ye. Hmm. ANYWAY!!!!Bloody funny lah this day. I woke up, thinking I peed in my sleep, cause my pants on the right of my thighs were wet, my bed too. I went to the toilet, touch my underwear, it was dry. Then I remembered, Mama(my cat) woke me up earlier, wanting to go out, but I was just so tired, I just slept off. HAH. She took revenge on me and peed on my bed..DAMN...So, there goes my day answer of 'what am i gonna do today'. HAHA. I washed my duvet, my bedsheet and my pants. Put it to dry, cooked lunch, washed the toilet..Somehow, when alone at home, I love doing housework. I love it when people don't see me doing work. Hahahaha... Then, I saw a misscall, from a landline number from Ampang. BAMMM, my heart knew it was Fairview International School, cause I was pretty confident I SCORED the interview..HEHEHEHE....So I called back, yeap, she said 'CONGRATULATIONS', and I was just smiling.....hahahaha... Right after that, I called dad, then mom, then tried calling Nadia, but no answer, so I texted her instead. It all went with 'Guess who's gonna start paying for her own life now?' YEAPPP!!!!OMG OMG OMG, Im gonna have to start paying my education loan, my car loan, my cat's food, my toiletteries, my clothes, my dosh, my petrol, my toll, ARGHHHH, my my my and myyyyyy....HAIYAAAAA~ COMMITMENTS!!! See, that's why I don't wanna get married, cause if not, I'm gonna have to pay for wedding, then share money with husband, then baby's pampers, baby's this, baby's that..FUCK ALL THAT...hahahaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, I guess that's it for the updates.. Hmmm... Hope to update soon. Thanks for reading =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;x.o.x.o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-3147339410268505424?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/3147339410268505424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=3147339410268505424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3147339410268505424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/3147339410268505424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/02/bullshitting-10187-all-in-1-update.html' title='bullshitting 101~#87 - All in 1 (update)'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-2889515586412529220</id><published>2011-01-25T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T01:24:35.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#86 - Job Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Well, here's the updates on jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Erm, my 1st interview was in Dec 2010, the eve of Christmas, 24th December, at 6.30pm. Yeah, crazy, it was Christmas eve, and they work late. LOL. The pay offered was too low, after calculating expences, I didn't quite like the job, especially after knowing that the work time was from 9 to 11 at night and there are time where they have to work on weekends. PERGH! Crazy, with only RM1500?? Travelling all the way from Kajang to Damansara? No thank you. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;So, I have another interview tomorrow, 25th January 2011. This one, I have to thank Miss P, for helping me to ask her boss if they have a job placement. :) THANK YOU CIK P!!! Well, I'm not sure if I will get it or not, but, miss P, seriously, you asked your boss pun dah cukup, even if he/she said no. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Oh dear, let's see how things goes tomorrow yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;But I'm hoping to get a job with butter&amp;amp;bread advertising. From their job ad, they seem like a fun company to work with. Hmm. I dunno lah. Let's just put it all in the magic of my confidence and in the hands of God. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-2889515586412529220?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/2889515586412529220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=2889515586412529220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2889515586412529220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/2889515586412529220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/bullshitting-10186-job-interview.html' title='bullshitting 101~#86 - Job Interview'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-8675145808661926744</id><published>2011-01-25T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T01:17:07.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#85 - 24th January 2011 message from Ied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today, I woke up at 8am, went to the vet, brought my 3 sick cats. My phone was on silent at all times and was just left in my bag in the car. At about 12ish, I took out my phone, while I was waiting for mom to buy groceries. I saw a message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;10:35am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry la, smlm sy tido.. tggl mana skrg?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;12:24pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O..dah hbis bljr. sy keja ok...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;12:30pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Blum lg x da jodoh lg. awk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*this message was replied to me because I asked if he's married. LMAO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;12:35pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Skrg awk masih dgn dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*this message was replied to me because I told him that the last ex bf I had was the one he saw - Mr. M...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;12:41pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oo...ingt dah khawin..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*this message was replied to me because I think he got confused. LOL. Then I told him I was single since april of 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;12:49pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;X da pun jgk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffd966; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;*this message was replied to me because I was curious all the time since the broke up, if he had dated other girls after our break up. Just as I thought so..LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;12:58pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Smpai skrg ke? ke u ingt masa... hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;*this message was replied to me because I told him that I once saw him driving a police car, then I turned back, saw a police car, and I followed it because I thought it was him, but it wasnt. Then I also said I was sorry because I just couldnt stop thinking about him since the break up. After this message reply, I replied back saying that I can't stop thinking about him because he's the only guy whom actually had alot in common with me, and he understands me, and that I could feel love from him back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That was it. Then, total silent again. I don't know if he went silent because the message I sent freaked him out, or because he fell asleep, again. LOL. But after the no reply for hours, I sent 1 message saying 'ey, awk tertido lg ek? awk masih kerja mlm ek? takpe.. i fhm. u mesti penat. u jaga diri k. :) '&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;LMAO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Somehow, if felt weird. After all these years of wanting to find him so badly, wanting him so badly and just want want want, now that he finally started texting me, after TOO long, I feel like, excited but scared. Hmm. See right, I don't want someone who's just gonna be my boyfriend. I'm actually looking for a man with a husband quality. I know he has that in him, but the work part is terrible, but then, the Q is, if he ever get back with me again, that is if he do la, will my parents accept him? Hmmm.....A long ponder there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-8675145808661926744?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/8675145808661926744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=8675145808661926744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8675145808661926744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/8675145808661926744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/bullshitting-10185-24th-january-2011.html' title='bullshitting 101~#85 - 24th January 2011 message from Ied.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-771176080993165421</id><published>2011-01-24T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:43:05.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#84 - The ex is back a.k.a. IED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;since the break up in July 2008, I have been waiting and waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I was not able to get him out of my head no matter how many replacements I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Let's recap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;2010 Hari Raya Aidilfitri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I went to the bookstore, purchaced the most awesome raya card, wrote a really long message in it, sneaked up to Ied's house postbox, so many postbox, oh well, townhouse, so place the card in one postbox that I pressume it was his, apparently it was the wrong one, Miss P said someone placed the card in another postbox, then one day, the card was gone, I had a lot of assumptions back then, thought someone stole it, or maybe he didn't want to be friends anymore, maybe his brother secretly read it then threw it away blablabla. Woah, that's a long recap. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today, 23rd January 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I received a text message that reads &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'hai ni natra ke?'&lt;/span&gt; Well usually I'd go super rude by answering 'no,ini nathra' See, I hate it when people spells my name wrongly. But, heck, I was asleep when I heard my phone saying 'one message received', yeap, that's my message tone. LOL. So I just replied &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'yes.'&lt;/span&gt; That was it. I slept back. Then I woke up about 1.30pm, went for shower, came out, while I was getting dressed, I received another text message saying&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; 'sorry ganggu trima kasih la sbb hntr kad raya hari 2..'&lt;/span&gt; And my heart seriously paused(nope, it didnt stopped,LOL), I was like, oh shoots. Ok, the reason why that happened? Coz he was the only man, person , human being that I sent a card to last year ok. So, totally easy to know who the person was right? Then I replied &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'Erm, iedrus?'&lt;/span&gt; and he sent another message that reads&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; 'Ya sy...' &lt;/span&gt;WOAH!!!!!IT IS IEDRUS...pergh..onli this time, there wasnt test..damn, I shud have given a test question like back then eh? See how much he remembers rite? LOL. Neway. I replied &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'Owh, i ingat, u dah benci i...'&lt;/span&gt; Then he replied a message that reads &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'X da mana ada pun..'&lt;/span&gt; So I thought to myself that 'ok, he's cool with being friends' and I replied him saying &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'Saya nk mintak maaf, sbb seludup letak kad tu kat peti surat u. kelakar je masa tu. owh, kerja mcmmana?'&lt;/span&gt; and that message was sent at 2.56pm, now it's 12.35AM..Still no reply. Well I did text him once at 8'ish at night, saying &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;'hi..tgh buat ape?'&lt;/span&gt;...But still no reply. I don't want to call him, or even texting again, because last time, we broke up because apparently he claims that I don't understand his job. So, I better just shut now, let him start. Right? OMG, I don't even know what's right and what's wrong anymore. ARGHHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Newayz, let's just see how things goes. Really need a dosh right now. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;p/s: I've been single since April 2010. WOOT WOOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-771176080993165421?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/771176080993165421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=771176080993165421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/771176080993165421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/771176080993165421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/bullshitting-10184-ex-is-back-aka-ied.html' title='bullshitting 101~#84 - The ex is back a.k.a. IED!'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-1935907956142734639</id><published>2011-01-24T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:20:53.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#83 - Been Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Woah, went lost for a while then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;So, the updates...Yeah, I've been seriously looking for a job now. Figured out that I can't be taking money from my broke parents all the time right. :) Good step to being mature! Woohoo! Lol..Occay, I've been busy, sleeping at 4am, waking up at 4pm, looking for job at night, replying comments on my facebook, deleting my notification emails, crazy nonsense facebook chats and bla bla bla...I did thought of logging in to update my blog, but, I didn't quite felt like writing. Hmm. Wait, do you readers think that I fit to be a writer? Since I was recently active on blogging, I felt like I love writing. Oh, I haven't wrote poems in such a long time eh? Hmm. Gosh, so many things I wanna do and HAVE TO DO before I die.. Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Newayz, all this pushing around by everyone, asking me of what I'm doing, pushing me to work, it finally went through my thick skull, that I just have got to look for a job for the money to survive AND SO THAT EVERYONE WOULD LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. Hahaha. No seriously, try having people pushing you around, telling you what to do, bla bla bla. Then lecturers told you A, these people telling you to fuck what the lecturers said and just go with B..Which one I should listen to? People who has been in this industry I'm in or someone who's completely not from the art stream? Hmm. Blank. Confused. Lost. Silent. Just die please. LMAO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Oh, well, actually, what's with all the anger. Sorry, had to let it out somewhere right? I didn't have anyone to tell, so, it's totally not wrong writing about it. Hmm. Anyway, money. Why is money so important? Why did humans become slaves to the word money? Humans would seriously do anything for money right? Even to the extend of having to self their baby, or selling their body, or loosing their family, even loosing their body parts. Seriously crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Have you readers actually got the chance to just pause your life, and just take a look around? Seriously, I've done it so many times. Look, our lives, everything is in the face pace, that's why it's called human race right? It's all a race, everyone running, rushing, fighting against the time. Just try this. Seriously. One day, when you're out shopping, just stop, pause, and look around at everyone. Or if you're stuck in a jam, pause, look around at other drivers. Or if you're standing, in a packedfull train, pause, look around. Try to observe. Everyone has money written all over their mind. But if you observe closely, you will find peace and calm at one of the faces you see. You know why? Because, that is the face that doesn't think that money is everything, that face doesn't put money first. Then when you are done observing, look at your self, see through your mind, ask yourself, weren't you thinking of money too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Do you know why we adults always say that kids don't understand us? Because we created that reason. We choose to jump from peace, happy and free world into a messy, dark and gloomy world of our own. Do you even remember how peaceful your heart was beating back then when you were little? I do, and I still do feel it most of the time. Humans were never our enemy. The true enemy that is bringing us down, money. It sucks the life out of you, your soul, your strength, your heart, your feelings and all the power in you. At the end, here I am, writing about you, and there you are, being called as a slave to money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Wow, it's been a long post now. You all go have fun. I shall continue doing my thing. I'm feeling another post. Aha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-1935907956142734639?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/1935907956142734639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=1935907956142734639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1935907956142734639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/1935907956142734639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/bullshitting-10183-been-busy.html' title='bullshitting 101~#83 - Been Busy'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-4905592830588321032</id><published>2011-01-13T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T03:26:35.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#82 - Job survey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="paddingleft"&gt;&lt;div class="space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;So, I've been registering at Job pages..And I found 1 page that requires me to do a survey. A little tiring to do so, but the answers were fun. Haha. Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="space" style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="space" style="color: orange;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="8" src="http://www.jobscentral.com.my/img/cvat/cvat_gray_arrow.gif" width="8" /&gt;At a Glance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="space" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;•&amp;nbsp;Does not strive to complete tasks, prepared to leave work unfinished.Expresses emotions and needs attention. Tends to be concerned with own opinions and feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="space" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;•&amp;nbsp;Empathetic, understanding, helpful and supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="space" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;•&amp;nbsp;Does not seek positions of power or authority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="space" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;•&amp;nbsp;Less trusting, but has the skills to engage people to fulfill own objectives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="space" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;•&amp;nbsp;A good supporter of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="space" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;•&amp;nbsp;Less inclined to decide how and what needs to be done ahead of schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="title underline_title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jobscentral.com.my/img/cvat/cvat_gray_arrow.gif" style="color: blue;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;While at Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Ms Devarajah is prepared to put in hard work moderately but she may at times prefer to work at her own pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah is relatively dependable to deliver results on time. She may sometimes be late in meeting deadlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah initiates plans and ideas easily but may not persist with the tasks until completion. She is prepared to leave tasks unfinished; hence she may prefer short-term assignments as she is more likely to complete these tasks. She may lose interest and focus when working on long term assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah is able to produce work that is moderately high in quality but she may at times be careless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah is an emotional person. She finds it difficult to conceal her feelings. She is likely to seek attention from others. Ms Devarajah is passionate, romantic and warm, and needs to be with people. As her emotional needs are high, she is often the 'taker' in a relationship. She tends to make decisions based on her own feelings and opinions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah is sympathetic and considerate towards others. She is also likely to be tolerant, understanding and forgiving. Ms Devarajah lends support and offers help readily. She often lends a listening ear to others and is concerned about their welfare. She is also charitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah is friendly and outgoing when she is with friends although she may at times prefer to be quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah selectively forms strong bonds with people although these bonds may not be very deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Positions of power, influence and authority are not Ms Devarajah's concern. She does not mind letting others assert authority over her. She is accommodating, laid back and easy-going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah is moderately concerned with prestige, rank and reputation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah is skilful in managing people. She can be an excellent negotiator and is persuasive. She is also diplomatic and tactful in dealing with people. Ms Devarajah not only understands human behaviour and motives, she is also able to engage them to accomplish her objectives. Although curious and accurate about human nature, she neither trusts nor believes people easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; A good supporter to the people around her, Ms Devarajah does not desire to lead or influence people. She is uncomfortable taking charge and does not feel the thrill of challenge in leading others. She prefers to responds rather than initiate. She looks to others to provide direction and does not naturally want to persuade or motivate others to take a certain course of action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah is as keen to explore abstract concepts when the topic appeals to her and she is as interested to discuss theoretical issues as the average person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Being less inclined to plan, Ms Devarajah has the tendency to be disorganized, unsystematic and reactive to the situation. She may waste time and effort because she may end up having to rework her tasks due to lack of planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah is generally able to express herself although not to a high degree of eloquence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6fa8dc;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Ms Devarajah is generally able to tolerate some uncertainty although she would be uncomfortable if uncertainty or changes increase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;So,that's about it..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;u know u love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.- &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-4905592830588321032?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4905592830588321032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=4905592830588321032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4905592830588321032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4905592830588321032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/bullshitting-10182-job-survey.html' title='bullshitting 101~#82 - Job survey...'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-4303736467875700195</id><published>2011-01-03T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:29:18.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#81 - Forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;That's what I need to do now. So many things I need to forget. But now, the main priority on my forget list is Mr. E. Yes. Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I need to forget my feelings for him. Gosh, I feel stupid each time I like a guy. Stupid right? I should'nt be liking any guys, especially after all the shietzos I had to go through because of the bloody creatures created called men. Oh, maybe I was dating boys all these while. Now, I'm 25. Yet, still can't find a man, wait, I can't even see a man in my life, all I see are stupid male humans. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;So, Im giving up on Mr E. This give up is not the bad kind of give up that you all hear. This one is good. I must forget my feelings for him or any other guys. Plus, I need to concentrate on finding a job, so that I could save money to re-do my swimming pool. Weeee~ Swim naked?NOT!! LMAO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;This is it, yes, it might take sometime, especially to stop writing about him, but I know damn sure that I can do it. Easy as 1,2 and 3. :) If I made it, letting go all those stupid species of male humans in my life, Mr. E will be an easy one too. Especially now, that Im starting to question what I actually feel for him. I know, it's going away. I'm letting go and I'm glad I am letting go. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000;"&gt;Nathra always end up doing stupid decisions or at least always end up making herself look stupid. HAHA. But, this time, I know, this is the right decision. I know I'm right in what I'm doing now. And I'm glad I made this decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;One thing I learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;As humans, we never fail to receive choices or options. It's all up to us, of what we choose to do. People say it's all faith, but did you know, faith can be changed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Why are we being called the human race? Because we always tend to run, always after something, always late, always have something to do. Everything is a race. Can we stop, look around, take a deep breath and feel the moment of being able to pause. That would be a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;u kno u love me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;-x.o.x.o.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13255711-4303736467875700195?l=haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/feeds/4303736467875700195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13255711&amp;postID=4303736467875700195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4303736467875700195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13255711/posts/default/4303736467875700195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haunted-in-sadness.blogspot.com/2011/01/bullshitting-10181-forget.html' title='bullshitting 101~#81 - Forget.'/><author><name>princess_nathra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09808339164731084320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiBy_CKrh_w/TRNwEiwP-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kb377s3XwZE/S220/Back.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13255711.post-108713416674939239</id><published>2011-01-03T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:16:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshitting 101~#80 - Miss is a feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;That's what I'm feeling now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I miss those chats I had with Mr. E, I miss those webcam sessions I have with him. I miss how he would make me laugh non-stop. I miss how cute he act while on webcam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Why did we end up like this? Why do I feel the distance now? Would it make a difference if he had not forced me to tell him the truth, that I like you? Would it make a difference if I lied to him about the truth? Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;Mr. E, why the hell did I have feelings for him? Why the hell did I like him? But this time, it doesn't hurt so much liking him and not getting the positive response I want from him. But each night, I still pray that he would open his heart for me to be in it. Hmm. I'd pray that he'd like me for me, for who I am, for my heart, for me being able to understand him and his job, not for other pathetic reasons. Would'nt it be a miracle if he suddenly tell me on the 15th Jan, 'Nathra, I like you so much, I was just testing you all these while'.... WOW. Sweeeeetttt...Haha..I think I would cry at that very second or most probably smile non-stop till he gets freaked out. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange;"&gt;Weird lah. Why is it possible that when I like other guys and when I know it's nega
