<?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-4193122064381690871</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:10:19.435+08:00</updated><category term='Back on track.'/><category term='Motivate yourself.'/><category term='Random thoughts.'/><category term='Crap.'/><category term='A little bit of boredom.'/><category term='Awesomeness.'/><category term='Way of showing you my love.'/><category term='Random.'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Random much.'/><title type='text'>This is my tale. I write.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tsas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474635937507277367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SQWdItCBDYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77alGdaIqXQ/S220/sheeeeeeeeeeesh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193122064381690871.post-5517768196147620573</id><published>2010-01-06T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:44:41.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap.'/><title type='text'>I can’t believe what I just hold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/S0QGpagNpcI/AAAAAAAAAjI/FyXRXtWKyyA/s1600-h/16978_233051040097_671815097_3345636_2977356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/S0QGpagNpcI/AAAAAAAAAjI/FyXRXtWKyyA/s320/16978_233051040097_671815097_3345636_2977356_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423467159819756994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have I been longing to update. This look dead to me, at least. I don't know what have I been up to. Therefore; I've been busy spending most of my holiday times, with my family and relatives. Its yeah, yeah, yeah, 2010 already. New year, new me? Yeaaah right, that's what I've heard, like fifteen million times already. I am trying to achieve whatever goal that I have in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, you are looking for the ideal experience and I am looking for the love that can give such an experience. BTW, I crush on someone so badly. Heck, I AM TIRED OF WAITING FOR SOMETHING THAT ISN'T GOING TO HAPPEN JUST REMEMBER WHEN YOU COME BACK I WON'T BE HERE FOR YOU TO HURT ME AGAIN. Bah. I hafto go now. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193122064381690871-5517768196147620573?l=dontaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/5517768196147620573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-believe-what-i-just-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/5517768196147620573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/5517768196147620573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-believe-what-i-just-hold.html' title='I can’t believe what I just hold'/><author><name>tsas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474635937507277367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SQWdItCBDYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77alGdaIqXQ/S220/sheeeeeeeeeeesh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/S0QGpagNpcI/AAAAAAAAAjI/FyXRXtWKyyA/s72-c/16978_233051040097_671815097_3345636_2977356_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193122064381690871.post-6452907782477475656</id><published>2009-11-26T17:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:05:06.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts.'/><title type='text'>What I like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of my favorite dramas of all! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was HECK sweet and cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TsuDEshMSc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TsuDEshMSc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193122064381690871-6452907782477475656?l=dontaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6452907782477475656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/6452907782477475656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/6452907782477475656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-like.html' title='What I like.'/><author><name>tsas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474635937507277367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SQWdItCBDYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77alGdaIqXQ/S220/sheeeeeeeeeeesh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193122064381690871.post-3535965019960587973</id><published>2009-11-26T15:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:00:01.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivate yourself.'/><title type='text'>I bust the windows out your car.</title><content type='html'>&lt;link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="/css/spellcheck.css"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The start is sweet, a common attraction. But, in the  end... that's when you have come to realize, that someone who you thought you  knew, turned out to be two faces and manipulative! Oh. Such charm. :) I'll make  you see. You see you can't just play with people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! HAHA! Before I forgot. I really have no idea what to update. I might have a little something to share. Facts. Its true at some point. Girls, you might want to read this. Hahaha. I was like, effing LOL after my friend asked me to read this. So watch out girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerks are self-centered &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the big things a Jerk has going for him is that he really doesn’t care about other people. In fact, his focus is almost entirely on his own pleasures, thoughts, and feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because of this, when he sees something he wants, he goes after it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When your average “nice guy” sees a hot girl, he might be intimidated. He wants her to like him. He wants approval from her. In short – he cares about what she thinks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But in addition to that, most guys care about what other’s think too! They worry about a girl rejecting them in front of other people, and what those people will think when they see it happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jerks do not have this problem. They couldn’t care less about what other people are thinking. The Jerk is only focused on getting what he wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you allow yourself to focus on your goals, and set aside fears of judgment from others, this gives you a great deal of focus, and as we all know, focus is KEY to achieving what we desire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerks aren’t afraid to approach women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The single, most important step in getting a woman is walking up to her and talking to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So many guys just DON’T DO THIS. They are too shy, or too intimidated by the girl to do so. Instead, they hang back and just stare at her like a big dummy, wishing he could find the balls to meet her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jerks don’t hesitate to approach a girl. They’re not worried about whether or not she’s going to like them, because THEY DON’T CARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They’re thinking about how hot it’s going to be to make out with her. They’re thinking about how much fun it will be to get her in bed. The LAST thing on their mind is “fear of rejection.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To a Jerk, if a girl rejects him, there’s something wrong with HER, not him. Nice guys will say “Oh, I’m too ugly, she doesn’t like me.” Jerks will say “That bitch is a total lesbian.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just the act of being able to approach a girl and start talking to her puts the Jerk at an advantage, because he’s interacting with the girl, and the “nice guy” isn’t. To the girl, the nice guy doesn’t exist! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That’s why women typically have such low opinions of men, because it’s always the Jerks who are approaching the women while the shy guys sit off in the corner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jerks realize it’s not the woman’s job to approach the guy.  If you want something, you have to go after it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So if the Nice Guys were to start walking up and talking to women, they might be surprised to find most women WELCOME their company and really want to meet a good fella to treat them right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerks don’t censor themselves &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Part of the reason Jerks come off as fun, interesting, or exciting is because they aren’t worried about offending anybody. They will talk about whatever, joke about whatever, and even broach “sensitive” topics of conversation without a blink of an eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Too many “nice guys” hold back when they talk to a girl they like. They NEVER bring up sex. They don’t even joke about it. Heck, they don’t even display any sign they even LIKE the girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because of this, the Nice Guys become the Boring Guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Jerk will come along, make an off-color joke, tell the girl a racy story, and even MAKE FUN of the girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He could care less if he offends somebody. To the Jerk, he’s just doing what comes naturally to him. Attitude like this is like a breath of fresh air to many women, because they mistake it as “confidence.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the more they are around the Jerk, the more they realize it isn’t confidence at all – its just narcissism, and a complete lack of caring about others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A nice guy would do well to “loosen up” when first meeting a girl and not try and please her so much, just like the Jerk does. But in the long term, it’s okay to care about what a girl thinks and be on your best behavior. But do this ONLY after you’ve created an attraction with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Jerks are honest about what they want.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When a Jerk approaches a woman, he makes no bones about what he’s after. He flirts with her, lusts after her, and tries to convince her to come home and have sex with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The girl knows RIGHT AWAY what the Jerk wants, and after he’s made it clear, it is up to her to decide if she wants to give it to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If not, the Jerk moves on and finds another girl.  If so, then the Jerk takes her by the hand and drags her off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This type of honesty is actually appreciated by women. In contrast, you have the nice guys who try and fly under the radar by being an asexual “friend.” He hangs out, listens to the girl’s problems, tries to help her when she needs it, and then all of a sudden, he springs the fact on her that he’s deeply in love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the girl FREAKS OUT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The reason for this is that the “nice guy,” in trying to not get rejected quickly by misrepresenting his intentions, has basically built a relationship with the girl based on LIES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And because of that, the girl has already pegged him as a “friend.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So when the guy wants to be ?more than friends,? the girl feels betrayed, because she?s become accustomed to thinking of him in a certain way, and now he?s demanding she look at him differently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Not surprisingly, shortly after this happens, most girls even stop being ?friends? with the guy!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nice guys should make their intentions clear from the start. Flirt with a girl. Let her know you like her and want to date her! If she rejects you, move on until you find a girl who likes what you have to offer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That’s what the Jerks do, and it works out great for them!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerks safeguard their self esteem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All too often, getting rejected from one girl will send a “nice guy” down a spiral of depression. His self esteem will hit rock bottom, and he’ll get depressed and withdraw for the rest of the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jerks don’t suffer from this problem.  They safeguard their self-esteem viciously, and don’t allow rejection to get them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is why Jerks are Jerks! Because they will completely IGNORE rejection, and even go so far as to put down and ridicule other people to make themselves feel more important than they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This constant guarding of their self esteem allows them to keep pursuing their goals by not allowing them to fall into a funk of depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And no matter how you cut it – a guy with high self esteem is always way more attractive to women than a depressed loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the average nice guy, it’s important not to take rejection personally. If a girl isn’t into you, it doesn’t mean you’re not attractive, or cool, or interesting – it just means that girl isn’t right for you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So you keep looking for one that is, and you don’t stop until you find her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rejection can be a hard thing for anyone to deal with. But remember to keep a positive outlook. Instead of seeing it as “losing a girl,” think of it like “I just eliminated a girl who’d have wasted my time if I pursued her.” You don’t need to ridicule or bad mouth others to feel good about yourself like Jerks do, but you should protect your self esteem as viciously as possible, because that will keep you going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Understand – picking up women is a numbers game. The more women you meet, the more likely it is you’ll get one! Jerks succeed due to their tenacity and ability to play the numbers. Nice guys go for one or two women a night while Jerks hit up 20-30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193122064381690871-3535965019960587973?l=dontaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3535965019960587973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-bust-windows-out-your-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/3535965019960587973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/3535965019960587973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-bust-windows-out-your-car.html' title='I bust the windows out your car.'/><author><name>tsas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474635937507277367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SQWdItCBDYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77alGdaIqXQ/S220/sheeeeeeeeeeesh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193122064381690871.post-1701573817086450077</id><published>2009-11-24T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:57:07.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2zweABrUlA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2zweABrUlA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This the reason why I love Afgan so much. :) &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;He has a very unique voice and talents.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh bah. Buseet. Kerja ku belum pun siap! HAHAHA! Bye. xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193122064381690871-1701573817086450077?l=dontaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/1701573817086450077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/1701573817086450077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/1701573817086450077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>tsas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474635937507277367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SQWdItCBDYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77alGdaIqXQ/S220/sheeeeeeeeeeesh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193122064381690871.post-7137523603217224849</id><published>2009-11-22T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:59:29.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random much.'/><title type='text'>Its just me and the owl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SwlACtl0C1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/RUwoSzF_eNk/s1600/IMG-3712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406923242977102674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SwlACtl0C1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/RUwoSzF_eNk/s320/IMG-3712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some of my girlsssssssssssssssss. Lav yaaaaah bunch! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MIA! Its been a while since my last update. I don't know what to update anymore. I was going to update my blog the past few days, but I tolly forgot. SUCKY MUCH. Short-term memory lost and I was pretty much busy and preoccupied. Its been raining, raining and raining. Okay. Aku mau liat &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I so want to see Rob's effing painted abs. SONOTHOT, that was random. Sabar. I guess, I got distracted by something or probably this certain someone. Sigh. Who cares. As long as they are not crossing their limits. :) So yeah. If they do. I know how to handle it. A consequences that they must face. (jahat bunyinya, tapi banar.) I mean it. I so don't want to get up from this bed of mine. Anywaaaaaaaaay, I am not here to talk about that, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;November so far has been oh so not a blast. Beat that! Ok. I go kajap lagi pasal aku kan suka liat si Kellan Lutz. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sama atu, I love this BIG TIME. Thanks to you my baby girl Yean. I lavvit. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406923233056026050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SwlACIocbcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/-ogO_YItK2o/s320/untitled.bmp1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's been a rude awakening&lt;br /&gt;That all too late I finally see, I see&lt;br /&gt;That it's - My loss, my lonely, my mistake, mine only, mine all, mine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BAH BYE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193122064381690871-7137523603217224849?l=dontaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/7137523603217224849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-just-me-and-owl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/7137523603217224849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/7137523603217224849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-just-me-and-owl.html' title='Its just me and the owl.'/><author><name>tsas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474635937507277367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SQWdItCBDYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77alGdaIqXQ/S220/sheeeeeeeeeeesh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SwlACtl0C1I/AAAAAAAAAjA/RUwoSzF_eNk/s72-c/IMG-3712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193122064381690871.post-2106032406857161687</id><published>2009-11-13T22:56:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:07:54.373+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesomeness.'/><title type='text'>Recent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTc4MjAyNjQ4NTkmcHQ9MTI1NzgyMDI3MzYyMSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTJjMThhNmJlZTRhOTQ*N2RiZjlhNWQyNGEzYzg*MDJl.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf" style="width: 219px; height: 35px;" height="35" width="219"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/mff-stick.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=34559766&amp;amp;path=2009/11/09&amp;amp;mycolor=fa1766&amp;amp;mycolor2=542319&amp;amp;mycolor3=edcdf7&amp;amp;autoplay=false&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=4&amp;amp;vol=49&amp;amp;pat=0&amp;amp;grad=true&amp;amp;ow=219&amp;amp;oh=35"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/playlist/34559766" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/get-tracks.gif" title="Get Music Tracks!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Music" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mixpod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/images/make-own.gif" title="Create A Playlist!" style="border-style: none;" alt="Playlist" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MySpace Playlist&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://mixpod.com/"&gt;MixPod.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been pretty much occupied the past few days. Heeeeeeeeeeeee. Told you, I have the awesomeness friends ever. I always tend to forget to update this blog! That includes, during my birthday! Let the pictures do all the talking. I'll just post a few pictures saja. Hehe. EH. I just realized, that its Friday, The 13th! Apakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;November 10th and 11th, 2009;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my birthday! Hehe. Celebrating it with my family, its a tradition. Always have. Always will. Talking about that, my family have been planning to surprise me. &amp;amp; failed. HAHA. Boring. I didn't intentionally caught them up, okay! Sorry? Thank you momy and daddy for ze cake. Like it. So my color. Mwah. Then after, Yean, Tammy &amp;amp; Ajrul came over. We went out. Too bad Tammy couldn't make it. I'll see you soon geng. Thank you for the tiny cute cake kamu. Nyums. Yean, baby girl. Thank you for the two daysssssss in a row. Even though, it was nothing big, but having you guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;around. Is just about enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4dGDEsTFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/X2QksFrG_80/s1600-h/Azt630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4dGDEsTFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/X2QksFrG_80/s320/Azt630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403788592632581202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you, you guys are the BEST. BEST I EVER HAD. My everything. My stars. You guys are like my pillar of support; I can fall back on you at any time. Such an inspirations, you guys are the light of my life. Bah. You know, once I talk, I find it hard to stop. Too much sweetness karang. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you, Bunda! I will always keep your advices in mind. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4dFrIZ-bI/AAAAAAAAAh4/cKUkDnLb218/s1600-h/Mom+and+me+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4dFrIZ-bI/AAAAAAAAAh4/cKUkDnLb218/s320/Mom+and+me+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403788586205706674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4dFQS_A2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/zS-pdGpRp5k/s1600-h/Azt645+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4dFQS_A2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/zS-pdGpRp5k/s320/Azt645+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403788579002319714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MY COOLEST AYAH EVER! You rock dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4dE-MqmWI/AAAAAAAAAho/txTn_8C9zRQ/s1600-h/me+baby%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4dE-MqmWI/AAAAAAAAAho/txTn_8C9zRQ/s320/me+baby%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403788574143977826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; To this aunty of mine, thank you so much for ze lovely dress. You know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4w2_kyZLI/AAAAAAAAAio/dZ1-bsaQAII/s1600-h/13112009955copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4w2_kyZLI/AAAAAAAAAio/dZ1-bsaQAII/s320/13112009955copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403810324227974322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4w3It6V0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/FMvncBqKEyk/s1600-h/Jensen72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4w3It6V0I/AAAAAAAAAiw/FMvncBqKEyk/s320/Jensen72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403810326682163010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mom and Dad, thank you for kidnapping Jensen, for me, on my birthday! (Pecaya kamu tu) HAHA. Indeeeeeeee. Have my wish granted. -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4lVHXFG0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/9cCPe9e5t20/s1600-h/DSC07467+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4lVHXFG0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/9cCPe9e5t20/s320/DSC07467+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403797647574506306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They came over. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4lWIkX9hI/AAAAAAAAAig/-J-AM7nvCdk/s1600-h/DSC07501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4lWIkX9hI/AAAAAAAAAig/-J-AM7nvCdk/s320/DSC07501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403797665078572562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4lV5j6IUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ltU0rw89_eg/s1600-h/DSC07498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4lV5j6IUI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ltU0rw89_eg/s320/DSC07498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403797661050085698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yean sama Ajrul, thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4lVkKDhzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rltANZCJu-A/s1600-h/DSC07538+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4lVkKDhzI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/rltANZCJu-A/s320/DSC07538+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403797655304505138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thank you baby girl. Lav yah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 7th, 2009; Jerudong. With them. (Sikit saja ah) The rest  arah kamu kan. Time well spent. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv16f6WxfiI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-is_8k3_ijc/s1600-h/14743_1273872773013_1415750592_30777897_1801591_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403609816573771298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv16f6WxfiI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-is_8k3_ijc/s320/14743_1273872773013_1415750592_30777897_1801591_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv19pThjrHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_ruDjJrX7mo/s1600-h/16254_173858464748_553224748_2689847_6434247_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403613276483595378" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv19pThjrHI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_ruDjJrX7mo/s320/16254_173858464748_553224748_2689847_6434247_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv16gTsnLXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HZYLDFfhkto/s1600-h/16254_173852464748_553224748_2689801_713803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403609823376256370" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv16gTsnLXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HZYLDFfhkto/s320/16254_173852464748_553224748_2689801_713803_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv16gM14YyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hW19w4nXwj0/s1600-h/16254_173853394748_553224748_2689813_7128569_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403609821536084770" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv16gM14YyI/AAAAAAAAAg4/hW19w4nXwj0/s320/16254_173853394748_553224748_2689813_7128569_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv16gkIRJVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/CEL4aYACxKs/s1600-h/14743_1273870092946_1415750592_30777881_3034165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403609827787220306" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv16gkIRJVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/CEL4aYACxKs/s320/14743_1273870092946_1415750592_30777881_3034165_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv16g6-SuFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ONOEYHXJ_wY/s1600-h/16254_173857009748_553224748_2689827_2119776_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px; display: block; height: 320px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403609833919395922" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv16g6-SuFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ONOEYHXJ_wY/s320/16254_173857009748_553224748_2689827_2119776_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv19pnG7C4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/ndCtO7MV5zo/s1600-h/16254_173859394748_553224748_2689863_3674348_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 214px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403613281740589954" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv19pnG7C4I/AAAAAAAAAhg/ndCtO7MV5zo/s320/16254_173859394748_553224748_2689863_3674348_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I MISS YOU GUYS ALREADY! Bah. Nuff said. :( xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193122064381690871-2106032406857161687?l=dontaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/2106032406857161687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/recent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/2106032406857161687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/2106032406857161687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/recent.html' title='Recent.'/><author><name>tsas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474635937507277367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SQWdItCBDYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77alGdaIqXQ/S220/sheeeeeeeeeeesh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/Sv4dGDEsTFI/AAAAAAAAAiA/X2QksFrG_80/s72-c/Azt630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193122064381690871.post-3685764202784789392</id><published>2009-11-10T09:16:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:03:14.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Way of showing you my love.'/><title type='text'>Here comes the number 19.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SvjHfNsAdtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/By0axwmMgvM/s1600-h/DSC01301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SvjHfNsAdtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/By0axwmMgvM/s320/DSC01301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402287092095022802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thanked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALLAH&lt;/span&gt; everyday for this life and myself. All of you must have been wondering what's up with the title, what is it about? Okay. I woke up this morning with love! I have turned 19(oh well, happy birthday to me), as of today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I was depressed about turning 19 because it feels really old to me, most people I know have this attitude that once you turn 20 it's time for you to retire being a teenager, but I decided not to let that get me down because I honestly can't think of one good thing that has happened to me while I was 18. My life totally imploded but now I'm finally in a better position and I feel ready to reclaim my life and make a fresh start and I feel great about turning 19 because I think it will help me on this. Anyway, I think I may as well make the most of my final year of being a teenager so I think I will dress a bit more interestingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up, this morning. With a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; smile on my face, obviously. I started to check my phone and then log in to my Facebook account. Phone, to the ones who have text-ed me, thanks a bunch people. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU PEOPLE ROCK MY WORLD&lt;/span&gt;! I am not lying. Facebook, to those people who have greeted me, I would like to thank each and everyone of you for the birthday wish. I appreciate every little things. I wouldn't want to ask for anything more. Having you people, all around. Is just enough to brighten up my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; Especially to my mom who have text-ed me the most sweetest sayings on my birthday while you're at work (I didn't get the chance to see you this morning, 'cos I was still in bed. He-he. I'll see you in a few more hours saja), yes. I am still your baby girl. :') Even though, your daughter has turned 19. But, inside, I'm still that little girl who you used to fix up her hair and carried her around in your arms. Dad, too. You are the most coolest dad ever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ROCK&lt;/span&gt;! I promise to love you all (esp. family and my tightest circle) like there is no end to this. The word thank you, cannot describe the way I'm feeling right now. I talk too much. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I will keep a smile on my face and in my heart even when it  hurts today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; TENETENET! x&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193122064381690871-3685764202784789392?l=dontaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/3685764202784789392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-comes-then-number-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/3685764202784789392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/3685764202784789392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/here-comes-then-number-19.html' title='Here comes the number 19.'/><author><name>tsas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474635937507277367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SQWdItCBDYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77alGdaIqXQ/S220/sheeeeeeeeeeesh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SvjHfNsAdtI/AAAAAAAAAgo/By0axwmMgvM/s72-c/DSC01301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193122064381690871.post-6664203404524561674</id><published>2009-11-07T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:25:28.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random.'/><title type='text'>Adrenaline rush.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;AKU ISKI! Apakan. I can feel the rush running through my veins. So much for having an adrenaline rush. What the EFF!? COOL IT. Ugh. Fak it! I am actually scared. I'm fighting a war with my examination week. HAHAHAHA. This is the reason why, I am feeling so inappropriate? BAH BYE! ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4193122064381690871-6664203404524561674?l=dontaskformore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/feeds/6664203404524561674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/adreanline-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/6664203404524561674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4193122064381690871/posts/default/6664203404524561674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dontaskformore.blogspot.com/2009/11/adreanline-rush.html' title='Adrenaline rush.'/><author><name>tsas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15474635937507277367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8kFb7Gz0F4/SQWdItCBDYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/77alGdaIqXQ/S220/sheeeeeeeeeeesh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193122064381690871.post-4355909977018295448</id><published>2009-11-06T23:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:40:49.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A little bit of boredom.'/><title type='text'>Boredom: the desire for desires.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am trying to get my sleep, but unfortunately, I couldn't. Oh my dear! I have been spending the whole day at home. *looks around with an innocent look. Mmmmkay. I've been making a list of something. I'll post that one after-wards. I can't wait for Saturday night, 'cause of something something. Come to think of it, I should get some early sleep. :))) I have made about 48 lists of things that I want to do before I DIE, some are maybe impossible. I know. Its my life. Fudge it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fall deeply in love -- helplessly and unconditionally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;2. go to Venice, Italy&lt;br /&gt;3. say “I love you” sincerely IN PERSON&lt;br /&gt;4. count all the stars&lt;br /&gt;5. reach my goal&lt;br /&gt;6. teach a kid ABC’s and 123’s&lt;br /&gt;7. publish a book&lt;br /&gt;8. go Um-rah and go for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Haj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;(a must, to fulfill oneself for being a Muslim)&lt;br /&gt;9. know the taste of water&lt;br /&gt;10. successfully bake a cake&lt;br /&gt;11. have a million bux (or thousands at least) under my pillow&lt;br /&gt;12. catch a firefly&lt;br /&gt;13. watch sunrise with a soul-mate.&lt;br /&gt;14. have my eyebrows done&lt;br /&gt;15. kiss under the rain (just like in the movies. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;16. attempt to count the stars with someone I love&lt;br /&gt;17. tour all around the world =]&lt;br /&gt;18. direct a movie&lt;br /&gt;19. plant a tree&lt;br /&gt;20. have a happy family&lt;br /&gt;21. get rid of my sister even for just a week&lt;br /&gt;22. hug him tight&lt;br /&gt;23. do charity work anonymously&lt;br /&gt;24. invent something :D&lt;br /&gt;25. change someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;26. give a random person a hug&lt;br /&gt;27. shop till I drop&lt;br /&gt;28. learn how to ride a bike :D&lt;br /&gt;29. be wasted!&lt;br /&gt;30. smoke pot.. and take COKE kidding!!! :)))&lt;br /&gt;31. know the difference between crunchy and crispy&lt;br /&gt;32. shred a guitar ( \m/ rock on!!! :D )&lt;br /&gt;33. give pride to my family and country&lt;br /&gt;34. have my own clothing line&lt;br /&gt;35. be awake for 200 hours straight :))&lt;br /&gt;36. find Atlantis or spot a UFO&lt;br /&gt;37. have a wish granted&lt;br /&gt;38. ride a jeepney, bus, tricycle, pedicab, LRT, and MRT all in one day&lt;br /&gt;39. own 10000 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;40. get married&lt;br /&gt;41. taste the rain&lt;br /&gt;42. attempt to count the stars with someone I love&lt;br /&gt;43. touch a jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;44. go vegan for a month&lt;br /&gt;45. let go of something I just can’t let go of&lt;br /&gt;46. be the first and last girl for that someone&lt;br /&gt;47. attempt to kidnap &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jensen Ackles&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Paul Wesley&lt;/span&gt;. :8)&lt;br /&gt;48. look up at the sky and hoping to see a constellation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh yeah, I've just done watching The Vampire Diaries, episode 7. The story is getting pretty much intense to this point. And I am liking it. Ugh. As soon as it ended! Here comes my curiosity. Strikes again. I can't wait for the very next episode! :((( Enough about that I need to study. Study and study. Exam-struck. How sweet. A few little things, popped out from my head moments ago. I get the ideas from day-dreaming. I get the ideas from being bored. All the time. The only thing is I don't know how the heck am I going to achieve all of them. Life is never boring, actually. People choose it to be bored. Bah. Imma go now. Good-night. 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I have deleted all my oldest post back then, I am back on track and oh well I am back. I am up for my blogging. If you're curious of asking the common question "Where the hell have you/she been?". I have you an answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Story of my life HAS BEEN QUITE interesting the past few months. Like so right! CORRECT IT. I've been through the 'violently ripped apart and got stabbed with a dull knife'. I know. I don't really think I need to make that one clear. Do I? I stay silent. It's better to be silent than to talk for talking sake. Sometimes just being present is good enough. Hey! I am more happy with my life now than I have ever been. Thank to my family especially my mom who is also my bestest friend in the whole wide universe who has always been there whenever I'm down and hit the bottom, and then here comes the dearest friends of mine (if I ever have to mention your names people, it would take me forever), and you, my knight in a shining armor (it has been like 3 years now, yet you still, holding on). :)) THANK YOU. I miss everyone now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, I am out. I love you my tightest circle long time. 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