<?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-6208796160740606253</id><updated>2011-09-18T22:46:48.113+08:00</updated><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Three Of A Kind</title><subtitle type='html'>Kami adalah kami. Kami bukan anda, kami bukan dia, kami bukan mereka dan kami bukan sesiapa.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1204022513134366184</id><published>2010-05-27T03:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T03:51:13.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss U both! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hye readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first entry for 2010 since I couldn't get along with this thingy before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss my besties..HANA n ZAFIRAH..Where r u guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setau sy, angah da nk grad..hana stil kt umh n I??Still at this foreign place! Urgghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad when it comes to this foreign place..I don't have besties like Hana N Zafirah..Pulak tu my soulmate 500km away from me..No fun, No malls, No parents here..sob2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ble sy boleh balik??En. Aziz, please tlg sy secepat mgkin..I need to go home..I miss my family and pets badly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem now is..I don't know how to run the SPSS software expertly! I don't have a pinch of idea pun about inferential n all that..huh! Sbb dlu masa research methodlogy class sy sgt main2! Padan muka aku..No wonder I got B- oni for research method sbject..Plzz guys..Can u help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angah? Have U used the software before?If U did, do tell me how..OK?&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for ur 'research methodology class' to be started taw angah..;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nk tdo lah..penat mlayan respondent n mncari respondent..tomorrow am gonna meet Cosmopoint principal for the sake of the feedback letter N my fyp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyte all..&lt;br /&gt;Love, Malya_10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-1204022513134366184?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1204022513134366184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1204022513134366184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1204022513134366184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1204022513134366184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss-u-both.html' title='I miss U both! :('/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8297501685252132451</id><published>2010-01-11T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:10:02.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am just so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SICK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with normal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh! I need a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need a one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FINE MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;shoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-8297501685252132451?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8297501685252132451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8297501685252132451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8297501685252132451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8297501685252132451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2010/01/sick-and-tired.html' title='Sick and Tired'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6313585973406864716</id><published>2009-11-23T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:11:42.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuti Saya Cuti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Saya tatau lah. Saya rasa seperti nak marah orang. Kenapa? Sebab orang tak faham keadaan saya. Tak faham apa? Tak faham yang saya ni ada tanggungjawab kat FAMILY saya. Macam mana? I have two little brothers to take care of. My parents are never ending busy. Ke sana ke sini. Saya kena menjaga makan minum adik-adik saya nih. Ingat saya tak nak keluar ke pegi tengok wayang segala? Saya nak sangat-sangat. But saya sedar yang saya ada tanggungjawab. Adik saya yang sorang tu sangatlah mengada tak nak makan makanan luar, so saya kena masak untuk dia. Yang lagi sorang tak habis-habis ajak saya tengok wayang. Tapi mak saya pulak tak habis-habis suruh saya buat tu buat ni. Nak marah or bantah tak boleh. Tu dah memang tanggungjawab saya sebagai seorang anak. Saya kena tolong mak saya. Yang buat saya marah nye, orang-orang yang tak faham nih. Yang sibuk nak message saya 24 jam. Saya malas lah nak reply. Yang ajak keluar lain pulak. Bukan saya taknak keluar. Okay, mungkin sebelum cuti saya ada cakap boleh keluar dengan orang-orang yang berkenaan. Tapi mana lah saya tau bila dah cuti jadi macam ni. Saya sibuk tolong packing barang abah, kemas rumah dan sebagainya. Ingat saya seronok ke? It's my freakin' holiday guys! I want to sit back and relax. But I can't! I want my own freakin' time! But I can't. Please la faham. Ingat saya ni tade keje lain ke nak keluar je? Saya bukan tak nak keluar. Saya mengaku, saya mungkin bole keluar tapi hanya untuk jangka masa yang singkat. Kalau nak keluar sangat dengan saya, jom, kita keluar pegi makan then terus balik. Nak? Mesti tak nak kan? Mama saya nih seorang ibu yang sangat lah risau akan keadaan anak-anak nya. Kalau saya keluar pukul 2 petang, pukul 7 saya tak balik lagi, mula lah dia risau. Biasalah, mothers. Ingat saya  tak nak ke pegi bercuti. Saya nak bercuti jugak sebab this might be my last holiday. Next semester dah final semester. Then kena pegi practical and insyaAllah if murah rezeki, dapat keje I have to work pulak. Haihh. Tolong lah faham. Saya bila dah penat kemas rumah masak semua, mood nak keluar pun tade tau tak? Saya penat la. Tolong la, saya bukannya suka-suka tak nak keluar. Sepanjang cuti ni, saya asyik pegi jusco je. Banyak sangat barang nak kena beli. Saya rasa orang kat situ pun dah cam muka saya nih. Haihh. Saya tak tau lah nak cakap macam mana, bila orang tak faham, tu la yang membuatkan saya malas nak melayan. Menyampah pun ada. Annoyed tauuuuuuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6313585973406864716?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6313585973406864716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6313585973406864716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6313585973406864716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6313585973406864716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/11/cuti-saya-cuti.html' title='Cuti Saya Cuti'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3234858794711559615</id><published>2009-11-18T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:34:50.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waffy yg Potex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We were on our way back from Aunty Nordzie's house and heading to Waffy's French class in Jalan Gurney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Waffy &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angah Waffy rasa nanti hari Friday Waffy nak bawak camera la g skolah. Ye lah, friday                      kan hari last skolah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Saya  &lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh Okay, bawak lah. Eh, tapi mana ada camera. Camera mama, mama bawak. Kan                         mama nak g PD this friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Waffy&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waffy nak pinjam camera Angah la, boleh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Saya &lt;/span&gt;  : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boleh je. nanti charge la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Waffy&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, nnt Angah bagi charger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....few minutes later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Waffy&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eh, tapelah Angah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Saya  &lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nape pulak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Waffy&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Malu pulak Waffy nak bawak g skolah. Camera Angah kan ada bedazzled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Saya  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Potex lah Waffy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-3234858794711559615?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3234858794711559615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3234858794711559615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3234858794711559615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3234858794711559615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/11/waffy-yg-potex.html' title='Waffy yg Potex!'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3227043194187151084</id><published>2009-10-25T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T15:59:31.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I shouldn't be doing this. But, I'm just so tired of studying, Like I study alot lah kan, padahal buat revision x sampai half an hour, da penat, g kacau orang sana sini. I don't know how should I say this. But right now, what I am feeling is a mixture of feelings. First of all, kesian blog ni sebab da lama tak di update and I am very sure takde siapa pun baca blog ni dah. Hahaha. My first paper will be on 27th Oct. Very soon ayye? Haihh, sangat malas nak study ni. Kadang-kadang rasa marah, kadang-kadang rasa kesian, kadang0kadang rasa bengang. Entah lah. Penat tau tak? How I wish I could go some where yang orang lain tatau and be on my own. How I wish! Penat melayan kerenah orang. Penat nak puaskan hati semua orang and end up kita yang sakit. Sangat-sangat penat! Penat dengan orang yang tak faham kita. Penat dengan orang yang pentingkan diri sendiri. Penat dengan orang yang tak nak faham kehendak kita. Kita pun ada kehendak jugak. Kita pun ada rasa nak itu nak ini jugak. I am just so freakin tired! I really really am! I just need my own time. I need a 'me time'. But why I just can't get one? Why are all these people keep on doing things to me? Why? Dear God, I'll take these as my challenges. But till when do I have to face them? Sometimes I just kept on asking, why me? Why not anyone else? I know it's not a good thing to do. But I am just a normal human being and I want to live a normal life and sometimes I think that my life is abnormal. Why???? Haihhh. I know I shouldn't be complaining about things. I am just so thankful to have people who loves me around me. I do feel blessed. Bila saya tengok orang lain happy with their loved ones, saya jealous. Saya tak tahu kenapa. It's not that I am not happy, I am happy, tapi biasalah, manusia, tamak. I just don't know what to say anymore. I hope this feeling will end soon, very very soon. Dear God, please make me stronger. I know I have to be strong. I really need the strength. InsyaAllah I will never give up. My friends, I miss you very very much. I really need you right now. There's alot that I need to tell you guys about. I really hope we can meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-3227043194187151084?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3227043194187151084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3227043194187151084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3227043194187151084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3227043194187151084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much....'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-2593404724019182911</id><published>2009-09-28T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:34:24.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katak dan Hujan</title><content type='html'>Katak panggil Hujan tapi Hujan tak turun.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Katak perlukan Hujan, tapi Hujan tade.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin Hujan sudah bencikan Katak dan tidak mahu lagi menemani Katak.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, mungkin begitu.&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih kepada Hujan kerana sudi menemani Katak selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-2593404724019182911?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2593404724019182911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=2593404724019182911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2593404724019182911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2593404724019182911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/09/katak-dan-hujan.html' title='Katak dan Hujan'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7174515504704246210</id><published>2009-07-22T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:11:41.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of something</title><content type='html'>Students In Free Enterprise or as we call it SIFE.&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with this SIFE thingy for the  past 3 months, going back and forth from Ampang to Bangi and also from KL to Muadzam. Some people said that I am wasting my time with all of this stuff. When they asked me, what did I get by doing all of those, I will just smile. But, now, let me tell you, what did I gained from all of that.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be frank, yeah, sometimes SIFE do pissed me of. Especially when it comes to time. They do not have the word PUNCTUALITY in the dictionary of their life and that really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;But to think from the other side, it taught me how to be patient. Sangat menguji kesabaran..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Friendship. There's always a time when you will realize who your 'friend' really is. So, as for me, I think I have come to that point. I have now realize few things bout friendship. My whole life, I've met lots and lots of people. All kind of people. And now, this particular friend of mine, has shown me, who this person really is. I am so grateful that SIFE has shown me your true colours me dear 'friend'. I still can accept you as a 'friend' but I don't think that we can be that close anymore. But wait, are we that close actually? Hrrmm, I just don't think so. Well, what you've done to me, I forgive you. I do not know whether to consider you as my bestie or not, because I just don't trust you anymore. I just can't. I'm sorry dear 'friend'. For me, there's only one thing you should do, you've not just hurt my feelings, but also the people around you. Just one thing, please, STOP PRETENDING! I know that you're kind, good and all that. But at times I just don't feel like you're doing it because you want to. I just don't understand you. What actually do you want from us. What actually are you thinking. Why do you hurt us? Why must you do that? Why do you have to be somebody else in front of everyone? Why do you have to deny the facts? Why do you have to choose someone that you just know for 2 months than your own friends that you've known for 3 years????? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A HYPOCRITE????? Just stop pretending and be yourself. We're totally sick of it. Please!&lt;br /&gt;But apart from that, I also met few people that are interesting, and motivating. Thanks to those who is always supporting me without fail. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bout the competition. There were 2 competitions. SHELL BETTER WORLD COMPETITION 2009 and SIFE MALAYSIA NATIONAL COMPETITION 2009. We won the 1st place for SHELL BETTER WORLD COMPETITION 2009. As for the national competition, we didn't get the 1st place but we made it to the final four. Maybe it's just not our time yet. Maybe Alah wants to give us something better than the 1st place. Everything happens for a reason. I was upset yesterday. I'm feeling better now. I do not want to think what had happened just from one point of view. For me, from the other point of view, SIFE has actually changed me and make me become a much better person. I used to be so afraid of talking in front of hundreds of people. But, finally, I did it. I managed to talk in front of hundreds of people. I'm so glad that I decided to join SIFE and be a speaker. To Kak Nad, thanks for training me. I know I'm not perfect but yet, you've taught me alot. Thank you very very much!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy and glad that the competiotion is over now. I am no longer going back and forth to bangi anymore. Ayong and Raffy are back. Ieqa and Mama will be back in 2 weeks time. Can't wait to see them. Yes, SIFE taught me a lot of things. And I shall remember those til the day that I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-7174515504704246210?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7174515504704246210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7174515504704246210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7174515504704246210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7174515504704246210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-of-something.html' title='A little of something'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3677127791745948169</id><published>2009-07-16T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T12:49:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, do you remember me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like I remember you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you spend your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going back in your mind to that time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk the streets alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate being on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everyone can see that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm going through hell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thinking about you with somebody else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody wants you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody hopes that someday you will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Somebody's Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How could we go wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so good and now it's gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what we had isn't lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you're always right here in my thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody wants you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody hopes that someday you will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Somebody's Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll always be in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if I'm not in your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because you're in my memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will you remember me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And before you set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh listen please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody wants you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody needs you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody can't breath without you, it's lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody hopes that someday you will see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Somebody's Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Song: Somebody's Me - Enrique Iglesias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really like this song. Currently addicted to this song. Thanks to krul for introducing me to this song. X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-3677127791745948169?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3677127791745948169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3677127791745948169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3677127791745948169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3677127791745948169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebodys-me.html' title='Somebody&apos;s Me'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-4841390075011386622</id><published>2009-07-01T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T02:36:17.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saya pening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dah lama saya tak update blog ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Been meaning to update but I just do not know what to share. Life has been quite dull for me I guess for the past few months. Actually I'm in the middle of completing my speech for the competition. But I'm lack of ideas. I do not know what to talk about and I do not know how to make my speech sounds great. Haiihh.. I really need help! I've been quite busy these days. Been going back and forth to Uniten Bangi. Hope its worth doing that. Huhu. I am just so tired right now. Been doing alot of thinking these days. Terlalu banyak yang difikirkan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sebenarnya saya baru sahaja lepas bergayut kat telefon dengan seorang sahabat saya yang boleh dikatakan agak lama tak contact atas sebab-sebab yang tak dapat nak dielakkan. Rasa cam best  pulak bersembang. Banyak benda yang nak diceritakan. Hahaha. Apa2 pun, saya rindu kamu, kawan! XP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh ya, SIFE National Competition will be in  2 and a half weeks time. The competition will be on 19th July til 21st July. Wish me luck! ^^. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tiba-tiba sejak akhir-akhir ni saya terasa rindu pada seseorang. Seseorang yang pernah saya rapat dulu. Dah lama saya tak jumpa dan bercakap dengan beliau. Sebelum ni saya tak pernah pun terfikir sangat pasal beliau selepas apa yang jadi antara kitorang akhir tahun lepas. Tapi, sejak saya agak rapat dengan salah seorang kawan beliau ni, saya teringat kat beliau. Apa khabar beliau sekarang eh? Saya tatau nak cakap apa yang sebenarnya saya rasa sekarang ni. Mungkin saya konfius. Mungkin saya sebenarnya dalam dilema. *no matter what i do, all i think about is you..lalalala..*. Mungkinkah saya menyesal?? Oh tidak!! Saya tidak sepatut nya berfikiran begini. Life is all about making choices and taking risks. Tapi hakikatnya saya rindukan beliau!! Tapelah, saya doakan supaya beliau sentiasa happy and berjaya. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya juga sebenarnya tak sabar nak tunggu kepulangan orang-orang yang saya sayang. Cepatlah pulang wahai Cik2 saya. Hehe. Bolehlah kita spend masa bersama-sama. Hari tu tak cukup. Huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay lah, saya pun da ngantuk, speech tak siap-siap jugak. Haihh. Habis lah saya jika terus begini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-4841390075011386622?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4841390075011386622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=4841390075011386622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4841390075011386622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4841390075011386622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/07/saya-pening.html' title='saya pening'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-2644694782074140062</id><published>2009-06-02T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:31:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly..im upset. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I dont know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;All of sudden i feel so lonely n upset.hurm.Maybe sbb xdpt join my girls(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hana n zaf&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;spend tyme togetha.My mom went for a course, so, ive to take care towards my lil' sista.So annoying! heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I promise to meet up u guys in Malacca next July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sgt2 rindu to have a memorable moments, laughter and chit-chat all the times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ble igt telatah hana sy gelak sorg2..She is so makcik.haha kuat pelupa.Short term memory kowt.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ble igt angah n her story, rse mcm nk jmpe skarang. Gosipping and crita2 mcm2 yg panas2..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;U're guys so meaningful to me n i couldnt find anyonelse like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;U must always update me and so do i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I wont never breaking up our 5 years friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Malya-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&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/6208796160740606253-2644694782074140062?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2644694782074140062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=2644694782074140062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2644694782074140062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2644694782074140062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/suddenlyim-upset.html' title='Suddenly..im upset. :('/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-2720739079877185554</id><published>2009-06-01T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:22:49.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;hey friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Im back with a new me and d latest stories. It's been ages i didnt write anytin or update myself on any post. Sebabnya, my room kt Uni cant be connected to the internet at all. So, i dont have  an oppurtunity to write or even update my Fb or Friendster. Rase mcm kuno gle kan my Uni. Sgt la xbest.hurm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;UPSET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Last week, my exams's result was announced. Im the one who really2 scared of it. But then, mmg xsabar nak tau. I was checked my result via the net and i was so shocked! It didnt turn out so well.I feel so so upset because didnt achieve my targets. Memang 3. ++ tp still cant achieved dean lists!! After finished up all exams, i was like sgt2 confident and i know,  ill get dean lists. But im still didnt get it.Sigh. Sedih mmg la sedih. Tp nk wat cmne. Maybe it's not my rezeki yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;It has been few weeks aku di rumah. Wat sume keja umah and ive been paid by abah. Tu yang seronok tuh.hehe but ive just been paid for two months oni b'coz ive another commitment to be done. By 18th June, ill be going back to the foreign land. That's d place where i must graduate in flying colors. I dont give a damn on it. I must finish up my another 2 years course there! I planned to continue my studies after this. Yet, i dont hve any idea where should to go to.  Sume org balik lambat ok! 4th July. But ive to get there earlier  bcoz of music camp. Yes. That's one of my fav and fulfill my co-curiculum activities. tp,napelaaa tyme cuti.hurm. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;XSUKE2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;It spoilt my mood tau. Dahla nnt trus blaja..I dun have much time to rest dah.haish.Ni sume sbb show for convo. For this time being, i need to relief all the stresses before another depressed coming up upon the pack schedule and hectic condition. Btw, im still enjoy for what im gonna do and dont want to spoilt my music's spirit. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Yeah.. Im in love. He is differ from other guy and he has somthin that attracted me to him. He is not that handsome man like ppl gonna crazy into it. But he has 'handsome' style and aura to me. He wasnt too socialize to girls but he is so friendly. Maybe bcoz of he was ex-MCKKian that we've known there is no girl at all in that school except for the teachers. TETAPI, he is so close to me as in im his gf. hehe. He is always there for me. When im down, when im happy. He is always by my side. He is my really soulmate and best2 friend. We share everything. He never let me down but im the one who make him down sometimes. Im sorry dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;He has finished his degree and will be graduated this coming convo. I feel like losing someone becoz i dun have anyone that close to me to share my probs or anytin in Uni. And now, ive to be an independant woman and do anytin by my own feet. Sometimes, rase bagus jugak sbb i can give full concentration on my study and no more day dreaming. He knows what i want and i know what he wanted for us. For the sake of this relationship, i wont let him go and ill try my best to accompany him. To my dear bff, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HANA&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ZAFIRAH, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ill do the same thing 2 u guys as well. I'll try to be with u wherever u need me. This is the truly meaning of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-2720739079877185554?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2720739079877185554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=2720739079877185554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2720739079877185554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2720739079877185554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back.html' title='im back!'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1257074669138679394</id><published>2009-04-09T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:53:14.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant believe hw fast things change.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i've decided to just move on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;completing my studies wif DESIRED cgpa and that's it!&lt;br /&gt;thanx to malya for your phone calls and messages which helped me a lot!&lt;br /&gt;thanx to my dearly boyf who has always been there whenever i needed him esp when i was down and needed someone to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;angah and malya, am missing u guys like hell.&lt;br /&gt;i just want u guys to noe dat i cud nvr find someone who can replace u guys.&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt something precious here, i mean living here has taught me a lot of things dat i shall nvr regret.&lt;br /&gt;i believe dat God has determined the best for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-1257074669138679394?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1257074669138679394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1257074669138679394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1257074669138679394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1257074669138679394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-believe-hw-fast-things-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-5965527074912223689</id><published>2009-04-02T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:23:45.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeay!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exams over!&lt;/span&gt; Yeayyyy!!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But still x bole balik. Have to go to Felda tomorrow morning for Bihah's project. Will be going back on Saturday insyaAllah&lt;/span&gt;. Can't wait to go back! France, here I come! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;x0x0&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-5965527074912223689?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5965527074912223689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=5965527074912223689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5965527074912223689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5965527074912223689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeay.html' title='Yeay!!'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6783905636525905106</id><published>2009-03-28T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:17:34.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dear Sister</title><content type='html'>This entry is specially dedicated to my beloved sister, Liyana Rosland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318080956836332674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/Sc2edC7_xII/AAAAAAAAAN8/iLC0Le1vQYA/s320/yana_(28).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear sister,&lt;br /&gt;        Do you still remember when we were small, we used to stick together? Do you still remember how Abah and Mama always bought us the same clothes, toys, watches and almost everything that we had when we were small were the same except for the colours. Oh! I miss the good old days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        I miss you dear sister. I miss celebrating our birthday together like we used to when we were small. I miss celebrating my birthday with you and with the rest of the family. I miss celebrating your birthday and I miss celebrating Ieqa's, Raffy's, Waffy's, Abah's and Mama's birthday. I miss those moments. I miss us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Things are different nowadays. We can hardly be together, go out together, shop together and gossip together. It's because of the distance that we are in right now. But no matter how far we are, we are still sisters. You will always be remembered in my heart and soul.(Macam ayat utk bf pula. =P). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Having a sister like you is like having a bestfriens that I can't get rid of. I know that no matter what I do, you will still be there for me. Thanks sis. You are the part of my childhood that I am very sure will never be lost. When Abah and Mama don't undertand, you always will. I am so thankful to have a sister like you. It was nice growing up with someone like you, someone to lean on, someone to count on and also someone to tell everything to. You are my mirror, shining back at me with a world of possibilities. You are my witness, who sees me at my worst and best, and loves me anyway. You are my partner in crime, my midnight companion, someone who knows when I'm smiling, even in the dark.  You are my teacher, my defense attorney, my personal press agent, even I shrink. Thanks alot sister!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Happy 23rd birthday my dearest sister. Enjoy your special day. Have a blast! May Allah swt bless you always and all your dreams come true. May you find the perfect man to be yourn perfect husband, perfect friend, who can take care of you, accept you for who you are and be with you through thick and thins. Cepat-cepatlah kawin! Semoga dipanjangkan umur dan dimurahkan rezeki. Berjaya dan bahagia dunia dan akhirat. I love you so much. I miss you like hell lah. Can't wait to see you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize.  Indulge in monumental sulks, in&lt;br /&gt;huffs, in snide remarks.  Borrow.  Break.  Monopolize the&lt;br /&gt;bathroom.  Are always underfoot.  But if catastrophe should strike,&lt;br /&gt;sisters are there.  Defending you against all comers." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6783905636525905106?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6783905636525905106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6783905636525905106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6783905636525905106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6783905636525905106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-dear-sister.html' title='Happy Birthday Dear Sister'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/Sc2edC7_xII/AAAAAAAAAN8/iLC0Le1vQYA/s72-c/yana_(28).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6091946398602018907</id><published>2009-03-18T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:16:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been abandoning this thingy for quite a long time. Been very very busy with stuffs. Ouh yeah, Abah, Mama and Waffy are back. Sangat sangat bahagia. My finals are next week. I'm not sure whether I'm fully prepared or not. got loads f other stuffs coming up and i'm becoming stress and stresser(is that a word?). Yeah, whatevs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;March 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Management Information System.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--&gt; i dont really like this subject. About those IT thingy. Saya ni buta IT okay. I really hope I can jawab those soalan yang bakal keluar dengan jaya nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;March 26th&lt;br /&gt;Macroeconomics.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Need to study balik apa yg dia ajar. Cuz the lecturer also ajar dlm keadaan kelam kabut cuz x cukup masa. Yeah. sem ni sangat banyak cuti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;March 27th.&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Saya tatau apa yg akan masuk and saya tatau nak study apa untuk subject ini. HELP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;March 28th.&lt;br /&gt;Research Method&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; One of the killer subject. Apa yg diajar, xkan keluar dalam exam, apa yg tak diajar akan keluar. So, saya sangat risau. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;March 31st.&lt;br /&gt;Management Science.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; Killer subject. Saya seorang yg gelabah dan cepat panik. So, saya akan gelabah bila nak buat soalan and end up saya tak dapat jawab. Thats why I hate maths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;April 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;Human Resource Management.&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; My fav subject. Sangat berharap dapat score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gab from 26th til 28th. Saya sangat takut dan risau. Please pray for me. Wish me luck for my finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah, I just can't wait! Will be going to France on April 13th til May 12th. Bole g sebulan je sbb beli ticket murah. Huhu. Never mind, janji dapat pegi. Sangat2 excited. Can't wait to see my sisters n brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to sambung my revision. Please pray for my success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6091946398602018907?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6091946398602018907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6091946398602018907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6091946398602018907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6091946398602018907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8404104357430322925</id><published>2009-02-20T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:09:09.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISKUZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feels like updating this blog although I don't have much to say. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abah, Mama&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Waffy&lt;/span&gt; will be arriving on the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1st of March&lt;/span&gt;. Really can't wait to see them. Will have to wait few more months to meet my sisters and Raffy. Never mind, I'm sure it worth the wait. Ouh yeah, I am in the middle of a mission right now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hehe. XD&lt;/span&gt;. The name of my mission is &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"MISKUZA".&lt;/span&gt; It stands for &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Misi Kurus Zafirah".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Please do pray for my success. I am trying my best to control my diet. I can't stand it. Perut saya buncit and it does not look good! Huhu. Do pray for my success eh? I want to look good in my &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;graduation day&lt;/span&gt; photo (although it will be in July or Aug 2010, insyaAllah), I want to look gorgeous in my &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;wedding photo&lt;/span&gt; too (walaupun ni lambat lagi, tapi saya hanya m'buat persediaan awal. =P)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-8404104357430322925?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8404104357430322925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8404104357430322925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8404104357430322925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8404104357430322925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/02/miskuza.html' title='MISKUZA'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-2199440213612300385</id><published>2009-02-12T10:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:59:27.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am officially 21! Heh. it was a big day for me. It started with a quite dull day and a not so good morning but it ended with a really great night for me. I was sick on my birthday night. Had sore throat and flu. I had a serious head ache that night. Feels like nak demam. I slept early that night but still I woke up at 12. My housemates woke me up and sang 'Happy birthday to u' for me. Really appreciate that dears. Love u lots. Got the 1st call from my beloved Hana. Thanks dear. Went to my lab class at 8. Then after that I did some revision for my exam at 3. Went for my tutor class at 6 and I have class at 7.30. And yeah, ada presentation jugak. Hows that? I hate my birthday. But, that was what I felt in the firts place. Bila class da habis, tiba2 Mizah cakap nak g toilet and I was like, "huh? okay, g la, I tggu u dlm kete". I was so not in the mood at that time. Suddenly she said, 'Yang, I takut la, gelap". Dengan muka yang kerek I jawab, "U nak takut ape? Bukannye ade pape", sambil berjalan dengan laju nya ke kereta. By the time I opened my pintu kereta, I heard a few people singing 'Happy birthday to u'. When I turned my back, there they were, with a cake for me. Hehe. Sangat lah teruja dan seronok. Huhu. I never thought of celebrating it because we were all busy with quizzes, exams and assignments. I just have to thank them all for these. And, the mastermind for this surprise, MR.BB (bntt besar). Thanks dear! &lt;3. Thanks to Mr.BB, Yus, Samad, Eg, Nina, Nadz, Fara, Nana n Mizah. Love you guys lots n lots. *hugs+kisses*. &lt;3. Here are some of last night's pics. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301748757631944722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SZOYZ7sFSBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kZDRycqRyQg/s320/IMAG0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Fara, Nadz n Yus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301750040644373586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SZOZknSFTFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qvFwiFfCWeI/s320/IMAG0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mr.BB, Eg, Yus, Fara n Nadz-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301752856073857730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SZOcIfkx6sI/AAAAAAAAAMc/FmF-fUfxaQ8/s320/IMAG0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mereka lagi. =)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301754108124017762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SZOdRX0zNGI/AAAAAAAAAMk/iizo0rPUgfM/s320/IMAG0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;L-R: Samad, Eg, Yus, Mr.BB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301825691779757058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SZPeYFuSdAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/3f-WCoFcecU/s320/DSC02070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Us-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302092165495345874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SZTQu5q7UtI/AAAAAAAAANc/NxUVvWfVyYY/s320/DSC02063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Mr.BB n I-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302095313438656162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SZTTmIrGRqI/AAAAAAAAANk/Cw9GhIeTkHc/s320/P2120010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-My presents-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the pictures during the bbq night on SIFE Open Day. They celebrated my birthday and also Didi's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302097281571324082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SZTVYsifgLI/AAAAAAAAANs/s4ZLyfBWjUY/s320/n760798435_2104650_7555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Didi and I =)-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thats all for now. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-2199440213612300385?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2199440213612300385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=2199440213612300385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2199440213612300385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2199440213612300385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/02/21-i-am.html' title='21 I am.'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SZOYZ7sFSBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kZDRycqRyQg/s72-c/IMAG0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1321405908156939133</id><published>2009-01-21T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T12:52:35.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati saya sakit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do not know how to explain how am I feeling right now. But what I know is that it is a mixture of offended, angry and insulted. I felt offended by an opinion given by one of my classmate. A few weeks ago, we were given a few topics on opinion speech. The topics were Learning English, World Peace and the Quality of Young Graduates in Malaysia. We were given an assignment to write an essay based on the topic that we choose. As for my group and I, we chose Learning English. Okay, that was no what I wanted to talk about now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually I wanted to talk about one of my classmate that chose World Peace as his topic. Okay, that was an interesting topic to choose. After completing the essay, we have to present it in front of the whole class. So, today was his turn. His opinion was, there will be no world peace in this world. Okay, at first I wanted to accept his opinion. I know and I understand that it is hard for us to actually achieve world peace. But when he kept on talking about his opinion, I felt angry and offended. Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Because he said that all humans are cruel. Well, mister, a bit of correction there. Not everybody in this world are cruel. When you say everyone in this world is cruel, you are pointing at yourself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. He also said that, 'don't ever dream of world peace'. He was talking about Nakhbar Palestine (I'm not sure whether that's the correct spelling, Sorry if the spelling is wrong.) that happened about 60 years ago. He said that nobody did anything. So, till now, the Israeli are still doing the same thing to the Palestinians and still we did nothing. Because we are cruel. Oh man, you got that wrong. You might not see what others did because you did not do the same thing. You might say people are wasting their time by doing things and end up nothing happened, the war is still on and what ever it is. You said things like that, because you never did your part. We, here, have done our parts. At least we did something for them. We helped them. Encik, tolong tu tak semestinya kita kena pergi berperang sekali dengan diorang. Sangat banyak cara untuk tolong diorang. Kita bersuara, kita sign petition, kita boycott barangan Yahudi, kita derma kat tabung untuk Plaestin. With those things, they actually menolong sedikit sebanyak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. You said that people are wasting their time by signing those petitions and when our PM send that thing to US, they rejected it. I don't feel that thing as a watse of time. Don't you know, dengan cara tu, bila ramai dah bersuara and so on barulah Israel berundur? (Do correct me if I'm wrong). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. You also pointed out that we Malaysians are so proud with what we have. But we did nothing with those things. You mentioned about the new jet, I can't remember what was the name of the jet. Starts with S something something. And yeah, I can remember clearly you mentioned about the new submarine. Hello mister? Did you know yang the submarine is still in progress? Memanglah submarine tu dah siap, tapi bukannya boleh guna terus terus macam tu je. Still need nak train lagi nak test semua benda lagi. Macam if nak beli kereta baru la, kena test drive dulu. Bukannya baru keluar dari kilang dah bole terus pakai macam tu je. Dude, do think before you nak cakap apa-apa. Jangan cakap pakai sedap mulut je. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. You also said to those who did not agree with you, please wake up and be realistic. There's no such thing as world peace. I am awake right now and I believe that you are not rationale. Anda cakap ikut sedap mulut je. Sekurang-kurangnya, saya ada menolong sedikit sebanyak daripada tak tolong langsung. Setidak-tidaknya saya tolong orang yang seagama dengan saya. Orang yang seIslam dengan saya. Awak tu? Apa yang awak buat? Awak bukan je tak buat pape je, awak siap pengaruh orang lagi untuk tak payah buat apa-apa. Saya bukannya nak berbangga atau bermegah-megah dengan apa yang saya buat, tapi saya sangat sangat marah bila awak cakap macam tu. Walau sebesar zarah pun awak tolong, biarpun orang lain tak nampak, tapi Allah nampak. Nanti bila Allah tanya apa yang awak lakukan untuk tolong orang-orang yang seagama dengan awak, apa yang awak nak jawab? Awak pengaruh orang supaya tak payah buat apa-apa? Huh. Walaupun saya ni taklah pious, tapi saya taklah sejahil awak. Saya tak pentingkan diri sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From what you've presented, I can conclude that you actually know nothing but instead you act like you know everything. It is true that he who knows does not speak. He who speak does not know. That clearly represents you. For me, you are the one who should wake up and think rationally. Don't jump into conclusions easily. If tak nak buat, jangan ajak orang lain, and jangan sakitkan hati orang lain dengan kata-kata awak. Awak macam merendah-rendah kan usaha orang lain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-1321405908156939133?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1321405908156939133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1321405908156939133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1321405908156939133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1321405908156939133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/hati-saya-sakit.html' title='Hati saya sakit'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-912867418782164311</id><published>2009-01-11T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:37:11.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey!!! 30 days to go till my birthday!! Oh I just can't wait! I'm turning 21. It's the key of freedom. Hehe. Is it? Nope, I don't think so. Well, for me, 21 means I'm getting old! But I can't wait to get old. Haha. Okay, enough bout that. Still have 30 days to go.  But am excited! =P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. My parents will be coming back soon! Oh! I just can't wait! =D. They will be coming back by end of February, insyaAllah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Got a lot of tests coming up. Let me see, errrmmm, there's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a) Management Information System Quiz that covers 3 chapters this Monday(Jan 12th).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;b) Management Science Quiz on Tuesday( Jan 13th)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;c) Research Method test that covers 4 chapters on Wednesday(Jan 14th) at 1.00-2.00pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;d) Macroeconomy quiz that covers 3 chapters on Wednesday too at 3.00-4.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so dead! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. And yeah, it's 'his' birthday on Wednesday.  My dear, am so sorry that your birthday falls on that particular Wednesday. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. HANA and MALYA, am missing you like hell here. When can I see you guys? Ohh! ='(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, I guess gotta start studying. I'm off to the world of reading! Hehe. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-912867418782164311?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/912867418782164311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=912867418782164311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/912867418782164311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/912867418782164311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2009/01/30-days-to-go.html' title='30 days to go.'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7093589388141789760</id><published>2008-12-27T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:33:30.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate dis feeling.&lt;br /&gt;insecured.......!jealous.......!&lt;br /&gt;u noe people, i went tru such a terrible experience about 2weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;ONE experience dat i cud never forget.&lt;br /&gt;it all started wif a packet of milo ice.&lt;br /&gt;i found out about dis ''nabila huda'' n i chose not to talk to him as much as i used to since then.&lt;br /&gt;i pretended to be strong which was totally not as easy as i tot it was.&lt;br /&gt;he kept on persuading and convincing me.&lt;br /&gt;as planned, EGO!&lt;br /&gt;no matter wut, DONT EVER FALL FOR HIS SWEET TALK!&lt;br /&gt;dat was the policy dat i applied and it WORKED!&lt;br /&gt;dis situation went on for a few days til i found out the truth fr my 2 friends.&lt;br /&gt;argghh i made the biggest mitake ever by not trusting him!&lt;br /&gt;stupid me!&lt;br /&gt;i made him sick n i was the reason for him to be moody.&lt;br /&gt;the 1st day i started the so-called 'war', he din sleep the entire nyte persuading me and asking why why why!&lt;br /&gt;but me?&lt;br /&gt;i chose to reply him entah entah and entah!&lt;br /&gt;it must have been hard for him.&lt;br /&gt;sorry!&lt;br /&gt;n on the day i chose to forgive him, i mean after knowing the truth, there was one thing he said dat i cud never forget, "tak nak tido lagi sbb hati riang sgt"&lt;br /&gt; i am glad dat today everything has changed to the way it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful to have him back.&lt;br /&gt;if there is one thing i cud ever ask for, it would definitely be this precious moment wif him.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wana be the one who ends it n definitely not him either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-7093589388141789760?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7093589388141789760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7093589388141789760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7093589388141789760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7093589388141789760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-dis-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-592180674245758239</id><published>2008-12-21T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:06:25.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to update this blog, but I just don't have the right time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I was so super duper busy I guess. Got lots of things came up. So many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My new sem has just begun. It's my 2nd semester 2nd year everyone!! 2 more semesters to&lt;br /&gt;   go and I'll be out from here baby. Can't wait for that. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nina's Orang Asli Project (SIFE). Novemeber 29th. Went to Rompin for that project.&lt;br /&gt;   A one day project but get a hell lot of experience. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jelajah Integriti 2008. A collaboration with CSR Rebung (MRSM students) and also Institut&lt;br /&gt;   Integriti Malaysia (IIM). A 3 day program. From December 12th to December 14th. Met a lot of &lt;br /&gt;   interesting people. Seriously, they are 'INTERESTING'. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Netball interblock. Me? Netball? Hehe. We won the 2nd place. But that was not too bad aite?&lt;br /&gt;   Ingat senang ke nak menang? Huhu. A few minor injuries and a quite an obvious change on my&lt;br /&gt;   skin tone. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats all for now I guess. Will update more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   xoxo&lt;br /&gt;                                              -zafirahrosland-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-592180674245758239?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/592180674245758239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=592180674245758239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/592180674245758239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/592180674245758239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/update_21.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6992574835986911292</id><published>2008-12-02T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:03:48.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xkan la dah 18thn pn still xtau nk respect people.&lt;br /&gt;my parents always reminded me to respect others when i was still a kid.&lt;br /&gt;dis particular person made me thinkin the way her parents brought her up.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i noe its a bit harsh.&lt;br /&gt;am not blamin her parents but somehow, more or less, it did affect her, i mean the way she  carries herself.&lt;br /&gt;well dont get me wrong.i am not sayin dat am a well-brought up children  but at least i still noe hw to respect others.&lt;br /&gt;i never insisted or precisely, FORCED anyone to do sumthing for my own sake.&lt;br /&gt;even if i had to i'll do it nicely, wif my own way.&lt;br /&gt;asking if she or he is free for instance would definitely be my first step of asking someone's help.&lt;br /&gt;not jz "akak, nnt anta kite pegi mc! akak, nnt bwk kite pegi pegi melaka mall!"&lt;br /&gt;who does she think i am?&lt;br /&gt; her driver?&lt;br /&gt; hell no!&lt;br /&gt; i hv to learn to say NO!&lt;br /&gt; and YES I DID for a few times.&lt;br /&gt;even my close friends will start by saying, "eh rs bersalah la nk mntk tolong", or "can u help me......u sure eh?sorry eh!"&lt;br /&gt;well people, the way u ask for someones help does matter.&lt;br /&gt;it really does!&lt;br /&gt;try askin someones help by saying "wey, kau pegi amikkan buku tu." and "eh, boleh tak tolong amikkan buku tu?&lt;br /&gt;see which one responds better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6992574835986911292?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6992574835986911292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6992574835986911292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6992574835986911292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6992574835986911292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/12/xkan-la-dah-18thn-pn-still-xtau-nk.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-5609773241064574836</id><published>2008-11-25T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:26:37.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am now a celcom X pax user.&lt;br /&gt;yeay!&lt;br /&gt;i wud hv changed to celcom X pax a long time ago if i knew about it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;see hw "jakun" i am.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;it has the best rates ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messages:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cent to 8 fav X pax users&lt;br /&gt;1 cent to other celcom users&lt;br /&gt;6cents to friends on other networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calls:&lt;br /&gt;10cents/min to 8 fav X pax users&lt;br /&gt;15 cents/min to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see!very cheap kn?&lt;br /&gt;say wutever u want.&lt;br /&gt;jakun?kuno?ketinggalan zaman?or wutever u wana say.&lt;br /&gt;but still, I AM HAPPY being one of the X pax users.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and the most important thing i get to msg him whenever i want w/o thinkin&lt;em&gt; 'alamak credit da nk abis'&lt;/em&gt; since i jz registered him as one of my 8 fav X pax users and i dun have to spend rm10 per day just 4 my topup anymore.YEAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets forget about dis X pax thingy.&lt;br /&gt;i wana talk about someone who has stolen my heart dgn sepenuhnya.&lt;br /&gt;chewahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;i jz feel like blogging bout him.&lt;br /&gt;if u dun like it, am sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes definitely everything that i want in a man.&lt;br /&gt;he noes hw to make me happy and he even noes hw to make me feel jealous.&lt;br /&gt;frankly speaking, i nvr knew the exact feeling of being jealous in a relationship since i've nvr been in a real relationship before.&lt;br /&gt;but not til i met him.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and the best part is he gets jealous more than i do!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i like it when we both call ourselves ''pakcik'' and ''makcik''&lt;br /&gt;it is rare u noe!&lt;br /&gt;vr vr rare but i like it.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i like it when he informs me everything he does in a day eventho sumtimes i tend to get bored but i noe dat he does dat to show dat he thinks of me for all the time.*perasan nk mati*&lt;br /&gt;i like it when he teases me.i dun find it annoying at all.&lt;br /&gt;and i like it when he wans me to go hiking wif him everytime.he definitely makes me feel 'wanted.'&lt;br /&gt;and yes! i like everything about him.&lt;br /&gt;the way he talks, the way he smiles, the way he laughs and even the way he carries himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man : thank you for being apart of my happiness=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-5609773241064574836?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5609773241064574836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=5609773241064574836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5609773241064574836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5609773241064574836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-now-celcom-x-pax-user.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-570013661848381762</id><published>2008-10-29T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:49:22.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever felt like you are about to grow apart from someone that you love? Well, yes, time change, people change. But how would you feel if that someone who is the one that is very dear to you? It's hard to accept the fact that the one that you love is growing apart from you and the person is changing. Today, I want to blog about someone that always have a special place in my heart and I can feel like we're now growing apart. Quite far apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What really is the main thing that cause this thing? Was it the distance? I don't really think the distance. Maybe you've changed. And yeah, people change. I am trying my best to accept the fact that you've changed completely. You chose to be who you are today. I guess you are not matured enough for the time being. Maybe it takes time. But, how long will it take? I'm afraid if one day, you are too late to realize that what you've done for all these while are useless. I don't want you to ruin your life. I don't want you to regret with what you've done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To be frank, I miss you. I miss the old you. I miss the time when we used to sit together wth the rest and talk about everything. You were so dear to me. I've known you for my whole life. I cried for you when you were being scolded by Abah when you were small. I miss 'bangcik yang anak Mama'. I don't like the new you. I know that people change. But why do you have to change to be someone like this? I miss 'bangcik yg naive'. Oh! How I miss the good old days. I wish you change to be someone better because I have faith in you that you will be someone better. I am not saying that you turn out to be a bad person, but you've change alot through these years. It's like you are no longer my bangcik. It's like I don't even know who you are anymore. But, no matter how, I hope one day you'll realize this. No matter how and no matter what, you are still my bangcik and I'll always pray for your succes. =). And yeah, I will still love you with all my heart. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262521475616005394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 120px; height: 160px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SQg7Zmj03RI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5ULcAmHh2Dw/s320/rAffy%C2%A4zAfIrA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that I should be doing some revisions right now. Sorry mama, jap lagi angah study eyh. I don't know why but I miss my brother so much. I miss the old him. But then I have to acept the fact that he is no longer the old bangcik. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My next paper is on Friday (Oct 31st). Please pray for me. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-570013661848381762?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/570013661848381762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=570013661848381762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/570013661848381762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/570013661848381762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/growing-apart.html' title='Growing apart.'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SQg7Zmj03RI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5ULcAmHh2Dw/s72-c/rAffy%C2%A4zAfIrA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8887175608931187303</id><published>2008-10-25T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:19:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yesterday is a history,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow is a mystery,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is a gift, a gift from God,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that is why it is call 'present'."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, today is a gift. We have to cherish everything that happen today. No matter what it is. We can remember that past but we can't live with the past. The past is a history to be remembered and not to live with. Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, but we have to concentrate our minds on the present moment. What ever that had happened in my past, I will still keep them as memories no matter how sweet they were and no matter how bad they were. And one day, I am sure when I look back to the past, I will smile because I know that what happened in the past and what is happening right now, are the things that make me what I am today. But, eventhough I want to move forward in my life, I may still have one foot on the brakes. In order to be free, I have learn how to let go. I have to release the hurt, release the fear and refuse to entertain my old pain. I am trying my best not to live with the past. I have moved on with my life. Thanks to the people that never gave up on me eventhough sometimes I gave up on myself. Thanks to those who believe in me. Thanks to the people who is always there for me. Thanks for the advices. Thanks to those who had hurt me. Thanks for giving me the pain. The pain thought me how to be stronger. Thanks. To this one particular person, *thenameshouldnotbementioned*, I have moved on. Thanks for making me stronger. With every cruel intention you helped me find my indipendence. Thanks. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ouh yeah, my finals are just around the corner. Will sit for my agama paper this Tuesday (Oct 28th). Wish me luck guys. Do pray for my success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am missing my family so much at the moment. How I wish they were here with me. Missing my sisters like hell and missing my little brother so much. Oh, I can't wait to meet them next year! Oh please let the time flies fast. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-8887175608931187303?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8887175608931187303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8887175608931187303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8887175608931187303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8887175608931187303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-257936325525657148</id><published>2008-10-23T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:53:32.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best thing bout tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But hold your breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always swore to you that I'd never fall apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may have failed, but I have loved you from the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, but hold your breath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I wil fall for you over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Breathe me in, I'm yours to keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And hold on to your words cause talk is cheap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And remember me tonight when you're asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because tonight will be the night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight will be the night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I will fall for you over again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're impossible to find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-257936325525657148?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/257936325525657148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=257936325525657148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/257936325525657148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/257936325525657148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-for-you.html' title='Fall for you'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-4072052566022322340</id><published>2008-10-20T20:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:02:04.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant believe how fast time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am now 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dun even feel like 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just celebrated my 20th birthday on last tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye bye to teen teen sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last birthday was my 1st time celebrating it wif my MMU peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanx to shoba who acted as the so-called 'surprise' party planner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was well-planned but shoba, too bad i knew it earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nex tym jgn nk plan everyone pki same color baju eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259219057069899970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SPx_3iydwMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nKt_ifsYMtk/s320/IMG_1248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259219684683664674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SPyAcE1PzSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/UX9ohPf7vTw/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259220109667302354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SPyA00BPe9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/7WUwiW44TFU/s320/IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-4072052566022322340?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4072052566022322340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=4072052566022322340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4072052566022322340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4072052566022322340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-cant-believe-how-fast-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SPx_3iydwMI/AAAAAAAAAKc/nKt_ifsYMtk/s72-c/IMG_1248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-5756920285810655445</id><published>2008-10-16T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:44:14.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i am finally free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooooraayyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye notes+cases!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-5756920285810655445?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5756920285810655445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=5756920285810655445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5756920285810655445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5756920285810655445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-finally-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-4419817884376610815</id><published>2008-10-14T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:50:53.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my dearest Hana</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Dearest Hana,&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th birthday&lt;br /&gt;May Allah bless you always and may all your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that you'll have another year filled with success and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a fab and great friend.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a good listener and being there for me when I needed someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always supporting in whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't thank you enough for everything that you had done for me.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll have a great day today.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a shield from the storm, for a friend, for a love to keep me safe and warm...I turn to you. For the strength to be strong, for the will to carry on, for everything you do, for everything thats true, I turn to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another, "What?! You too?! I thought I was the only one!" =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is partly what we make it, and partly what is made by the friends we choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And I believe that I made the right choice. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Friends aren't jumper cables. You don't throw them in the trunk and pull them out for emergencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hope you'll have a blast on your birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I am missing you so much here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;How I wish I can be there on your birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Enjoy your special day and hope you had a great one!&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="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-4419817884376610815?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4419817884376610815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=4419817884376610815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4419817884376610815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4419817884376610815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-my-dearest-hana.html' title='Happy Birthday to my dearest Hana'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1671655282948279942</id><published>2008-10-13T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:42:45.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I promise to be with you forever'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I promise I won't leave you'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I promise you will be mine forever'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I promise I will never forget you'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' I promise etc, etc, etc...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those are examples of promises that we used to hear in our daily lives. To make a promise is easy. But to keep one is not that easy, right? Don't you ever promise anything if you can't keep it. Please, don't give hope to others if you, yourself will destroy that hope. I've learnt that never put high expectation on someone recently. Actually I've learnt that a long time ago. I remember once, my former class teacher, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pn Wan Norasmah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; told me to never put high expectation on someone. But I don't know why I still want to put a very high expectation on this particular friend. Hoping that whatever this friend say is true and that this friend will change and keep the promise that this friend had made. Sometimes I feel like I am so stupid to believe in this friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes my dearest Hana, you are absolutely right. Kawan memang ramai, untuk happy sama2 memang senang nak cari, but kawan yg boleh nangis same2 ngan kita bila kita sedih, susah nak cari. I am so glad that I have a few of them in my life. Thanks for always being there for me. You guys never made any promise to be with me forever or not to forget me but you guys are always there for me. I can't thank you guys enough for that. I really really appreciate every single thing what you guys had done for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am disappointed, I am sad but I believe that everything happens for a reason. Now I know who my true friends are. I don't need those promises. I don't want any promises. I just need a real true friend who can share everything with me, who will always be there for me, who will never complain and who accept me the way I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am right now trying my best not to believe in promises and not to make any promise anymore. Please don't make any promises if you know that you can't keep it. Don't give hope to others. It hurts when you don't keep the promise that had been made. I'm saying this to remind myself as well. Like what my sister always said. karma is a bitch, it will finally get u later in life. So, when the time comes, don't blame others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To my deares Hana, Happy becoming birthday! Love u loads dear! I'll call u at 12 tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-1671655282948279942?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1671655282948279942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1671655282948279942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1671655282948279942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1671655282948279942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/promise.html' title='Promise'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-4596854272735978492</id><published>2008-10-12T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T04:34:24.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 4 in the mornin people.&lt;br /&gt;but i stil cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;not just yet.&lt;br /&gt;this might be due to my sleeping disorder.&lt;br /&gt;uwh yea!SLEEPING DISORDER!&lt;br /&gt;i've been havin dis problem since a month ago?&lt;br /&gt;a month or maybe more than dat.&lt;br /&gt;i used to stay up til late in the mornin esp during last ramadhan where i used to sleep after sahur which was around 5 or 6.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the fact dat i am now used to this situation.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss my former sleeping habit so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;teratur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now am thinking of angah aka zafirah!&lt;br /&gt;God knows hw much i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;and i noe hw much she misses me as well when she texted me and sent me a testi.*perasan=)*&lt;br /&gt;angah, i miss you mucho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss TALKING to you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss HANGING OUT wif you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss LAUGHING OUT LOUD wif you.&lt;br /&gt;i miss GOSSIPING wif u!&lt;br /&gt;i miss being miss 'independent' aka adventurous.penang, remember?=)&lt;br /&gt;i miss being ur so-called gf when u r driving.remember dis one?=)&lt;br /&gt;i miss EVERYTHING about you my bestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could never find someone like you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;wut more could i ask for in a friendship?&lt;br /&gt;you've given me everything dat i needed in a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;am sorry for being tooooo 'busy' and am sorry for not updating much bout myself.&lt;br /&gt;we'll get everythin back to how it used to be ok?&lt;br /&gt;if i were given a chance to make a wish, i wud wish to spend at least one day, one whole day to be wif u without no distraction or interruption AT ALL to share our stories, a to z and every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hana-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-4596854272735978492?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4596854272735978492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=4596854272735978492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4596854272735978492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4596854272735978492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-4-in-mornin-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6281194400901552502</id><published>2008-10-10T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:48:30.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little bit of update</title><content type='html'>Hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy with stuffs, I guess today is the only day that I got the chance to update this thingy. Well, as you all know that I celebrated my raya in Singapore. Singapore was not that good actually for me. Heh. But the event that I attended was fab! Seriously. I was so inspired by the spirit that I saw from the participating teams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Singapore with Kak Nad (She's one of the SIFE Uniten's alumni), Abg.Sham (Kak Nad's husband), Kak Ju, Nini, Kak Dyla, Botak, Put and Zil. Didi and Suresh went with SIFE Malaysia. Kak Nad and Abg.Sham were our foster parents there. They took good care of us when we were there. Thanks to Kak Nad and Abg.Sham. We went there on September 30th at 11oo and we arrived there at 1600. We stayed at Fragrance Backpackers Hostel in Dunlop Street. That place was called 'little india'. Some sort like indian town. So, I'm very sure you can imagine how does that place looks like right? After checking in, we went out to find a place for 'buka puasa'. Since all of us had never been to Singapore, we do not know which place is the best to go. Then we found a banana leaf restaurant and we decided to eat there since waktu berbuka da sgt dekat. The food was okay I guess cuz I'm not a fan of nasi briyani much so I can't comment anything. Huhu. After that, we decided to take a walk and see what we can find in Singapore. We walked everywhere including Haji Lane, Arab Street, etc. But, Singapore was like so boring at night. It's like they don't have a life there. Sangat sunyi sepi. Most of the shops are closed. Hello?! It's only like 2130!! Adoi je la. After having a drink at one of the so called 'maple' at Haji Lane, we decided to walk back to our place. It was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this was where the quite sedih part started. It was our 1st raya. We woke up quite early, had shower and so on. Then around 0815, we went downstairs to go to the mosque near our hostel. There was an Indian muslim mosque there. It was about 5 minutes walk to the mosque. When we arrived there, we did not see a single woman. All of them are men. Then, Kak Nad asked one of the men there, kat mana tempat solat org perempuan. Then that guy answered that women are not allowed to pray there during raya. They told us to go to another mosque. What?? Gila ke? As if kitorg tau je mana lagi satu mosque. Then they tried to find a room for us jugak so that we can pray there. But in order to get to the room, we have to rempuh all of the men there. OMG! Sangat sesak, sangat penuh dan sangat 'harum'. The room yg diorg bagi tu, sangat menyedihkan actually. I just do not know how to describe it. But the khutbah for hari raya was recited in their language and I don't understand a thing. Sangat sedih. After da solat tu, we went Kak Ju's aunt's house in Tempanise. We get to eat lontong there and some rendang. At least that felt like home. Huhu. After that we went to SIFE Cultural Fair. That fair was amazing. I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The competition starts on the 2nd of October. The final round was on the 3rd of October. The Canadian team, Indian team, Nigerian team and the Singaporean team get to go to the finals. The Canadian team won the competition and they really deserved to win it. They were great! Their presentation was the best and their projects were magnifique! their spirits were great. I pun tetbe bersemangat x tentu pasal bila tgk diorg bersemangat. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, I wanted to thank Didi for bringing me there. Thank you so much Didi. I've gained alot from that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, kitorg x sempat g Sentosa Island. Too bad. But, never mind, at least I dapat something yg lagi bermakna from that. Hehe. Okay then, I guess thats all for today. Actually I wanted to tell you more, but not now, maybe some other time. I am missing my family so much right now. Miss my sisters sgt banyak. Miss going out with them. How I wish I was there with them. Haish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope its not too late for me to wish Selamat Hari Raya to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6281194400901552502?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6281194400901552502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6281194400901552502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6281194400901552502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6281194400901552502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-bit-of-update.html' title='a little bit of update'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8347760943070406926</id><published>2008-09-25T21:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:07:58.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuZCXClVOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/O5rpGH4cXwM/s1600-h/okkk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249958056454083810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuZCXClVOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/O5rpGH4cXwM/s320/okkk4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            happy us=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuY5AJ6xpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E8DQjDMacFs/s1600-h/okkk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249957895692011154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuY5AJ6xpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E8DQjDMacFs/s320/okkk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           gossiping=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuYvBapBHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SUhxC56_Yzo/s1600-h/okkk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249957724231894130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuYvBapBHI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/SUhxC56_Yzo/s320/okkk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     being free=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuYmOVFPvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KB-DBzIukZQ/s1600-h/okkk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249957573079416562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuYmOVFPvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KB-DBzIukZQ/s320/okkk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          the man=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuYd36k65I/AAAAAAAAAJk/khjkvmoFz8c/s1600-h/IMGP3950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249957429623712658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuYd36k65I/AAAAAAAAAJk/khjkvmoFz8c/s320/IMGP3950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   we were caught red-handed.=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuYXs9sYHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2mQ7oA1W0y0/s1600-h/IMGP3902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249957323604779122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuYXs9sYHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2mQ7oA1W0y0/s320/IMGP3902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       am not sure wut dis is.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuX9ykqtPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yxLe0q9lW08/s1600-h/IMGP3892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249956878433826034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuX9ykqtPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yxLe0q9lW08/s320/IMGP3892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      eyes on melacca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuXtfrA1gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DfF1tB-EdUo/s1600-h/IMGP3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249956598482261506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuXtfrA1gI/AAAAAAAAAJM/DfF1tB-EdUo/s320/IMGP3873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            mesmerizing sunrise=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was a total blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sunrise-eyes on melacca-melacca road tour[all in 6days in a row]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really did enjoy myself to the maximum since i'll be having my finals after raya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-8347760943070406926?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8347760943070406926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8347760943070406926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8347760943070406926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8347760943070406926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-us-gossiping-being-free-man-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SNuZCXClVOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/O5rpGH4cXwM/s72-c/okkk4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-9093714282545080459</id><published>2008-09-24T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:49:20.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Lie</title><content type='html'>Guy : Hye there. How r u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Hye, am fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Tgh buat ape? Raya ni balik mane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Baru hbs class, nak mandi jap. Raya ni I g Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Owh, u balik kg sape kat Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Bf I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Hrrmmm, sejak bile u ade bf? Nape i xtau pun? Nape u xgtau i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Errmm, dulu time u baru cple ng gf u, u ade gtau i ke? I dpt tau pun dari org lain. Ni kira bagus la u dpt tau dari i sndiri tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Hrmm, past is past. Sejak bile u ade bf? Cemana u bole knal dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Errmm, cple baru lagi, knal da lama da. Dia satu U ng I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Ouh, kiranya raya ni u balik kg dia ng family dia la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : I org yg keberapa tau u da ada bf? Ape name bf u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me  : I pggl dia baby. Cukup sekadar u kenal dia ng name tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Ouh, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Few hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Zafiera, I da nak tdo da ni. Good night. Take care. I hope u will always be happy with ur baby. Sorry for everything n thanks for everything. Bye Zafiera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what happened between this someone and I yesterday. Okay, first of all, I am going to Singapore this Raya (Yeay!!). Well, I am not going there with my boyfriend since I don't have one. I am going there for the SIFE World Cup Competition. I will be an observer for the competition and will be going there with the rest of the crew. Will be going on the September 30th till October 4th. And yeah, I will be celebrating my Raya there. Can't wait!! Hehe. About that conversation that I had with this someone, well yeah, I lied to him. I just have to! I want to some kind like get rid of him. He kept on disturbing me so I decided to lie to him by telling him that I already have a boyfriend. I guess that's the best way. He da ada girlfriend so I don't want him to disturb me anymore and I want him to concentrate on his girlfriend je. I don't know for how long do I have to keep this lie from him. But right now, I prefer to keep on lying to him so that he will not put any hope on me anymore. I'm sorry but I just have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-9093714282545080459?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9093714282545080459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=9093714282545080459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/9093714282545080459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/9093714282545080459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/white-lie.html' title='White Lie'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-5414559104760481283</id><published>2008-09-23T03:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T15:11:13.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU TO THE MAN=)</title><content type='html'>i just cant forget everythin dat happened today!&lt;br /&gt;too much of sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;fr his 1st time phone call to "cedok" tomyam" session to AIR-COND and to phone messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for HIS YM reply when i received a phone call fr an unknown number.&lt;br /&gt;i was damn freakin happy when i heard "eh ni fariss lah!ym problem lah.x boleh login plk".&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;okay,he CALLED not to jz inform me dat but the conversation went on for about a few mins as if we hv known each other for 10years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went out for dinner and there goes the 'cedok' tomyam session.&lt;br /&gt;he INSISTED on helpin me to put the tomyam in the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;dat was gentleman enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;hes definitely wut i hv been lookin for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;here comes the sweetest part ever.&lt;br /&gt;i jz could not stop coughing on our way back after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;it surprised me how caring he was when he turned down the air-cond shuttle and said 'eh batuk x boleh sejuk tau.'&lt;br /&gt;and he made me promise to go get the medicine tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i reached home something was tellin me to check my hp and guess wut?&lt;br /&gt;i left my hp in the car.&lt;br /&gt;perfecth hah?&lt;br /&gt;i waited for HIS ym to inform him dat i left my hp.&lt;br /&gt;and another unexpected thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;he started our conversation in ym by saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him :"eh sombongnye x angkat phone.haha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me  : eh bkn!hp tertinggal dlm kereta lah.adoi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him : laa ptt lah x angkat hp td.jap.nnt tolong amikkan.tunggu dkt bwh nnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my instinct has never been wrong!&lt;br /&gt;he tried to reach me as soon as he reached home.&lt;br /&gt;he offered to pass me the phone and i said YES since i needed my hp badly.[alarm clock of course]&lt;br /&gt;as soon as i gt my phone, i opened it and there were THREE messages from him and one missed call.&lt;br /&gt;and one of the messages says 'smpi tertdo kte tunggu die'&lt;br /&gt;oh my!&lt;br /&gt;and yes! i could hardly breathe at dat moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the man who has made my today as the most perfect day EVER=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-5414559104760481283?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5414559104760481283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=5414559104760481283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5414559104760481283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5414559104760481283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-to-man.html' title='THANK YOU TO THE MAN=)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7241227477294511741</id><published>2008-09-17T07:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:02:29.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i never thought dat being attached to someone could be dis suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;well not to say dat am really attached to dis someone but the situation itself is more or less like being attached to someone which i dont even noe how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;and guess wut?&lt;br /&gt;i just found out dat am the type of person who gets bored easily wif too much conversation in a day.&lt;br /&gt;well i noe dat am supposed to be happy coz it shows dat hes spending his time wif me but AM NOT.&lt;br /&gt;spending &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALMOST&lt;/span&gt; 24hrs (which i only have about 7-8hrs for myself, when i sleep of course!)  wif dat someone is really not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me thinking twice or maybe thrice or maybe more than dat(100000x maybe) to have a commitment wif someone.maybe am just not ready for dat.&lt;br /&gt;NOT JUST YET!&lt;br /&gt;with all the complaints dat i've got from my housem8s dat am no longer HANA who spends most of the time chatting+gossiping  with them, it makes me wana have a deeper thought of the need to have a boyf for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;na! i don't wana be the type of person who forgets everything around him/her when he/she is in love.&lt;br /&gt;am just so comfortable with the way i live my life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;am just gona wait for the perfect time to come.&lt;br /&gt;and when it comes, i'll make sure dat am 100% ready to have myself devoted for a sacred thing called LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-7241227477294511741?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7241227477294511741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7241227477294511741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7241227477294511741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7241227477294511741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-never-thought-dat-being-attached-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-2070877147257662442</id><published>2008-09-16T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:53:05.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so sorry</title><content type='html'>Today didn't went really well for me. I am so tired today. Didn't sleep well last night. Went to class as usual. But I was a bit blur today. Okay, am lying. Not a bit. But I was totally and extremely blur. I don't know why. Maybe because I didn't get enough sleep kot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me move to the worst part of my day today. Okay, actually today ade 'Hari Pidato Umum' for the pilihanraya for MPP. I was involved for the so called konvoi to support my friend, Sobrie, yang bertanding. That thingy started around 10pm macam tu la. Before that I went to Harmoni (Miza's house) to finish up our Psycho assignment. I went there after berbuka, around 9pm. Luckily we finished our assignment in half an hour. Yeala, satu soalan je pun yang kena jawab. Heh. Then Nadz 'sms'ed me, asked me to get ready to go to the wisma cuz we're kind of late. We were supposed to gather at wisma first then only konvoi to Bestari. So, I pun pegi lah. When I was on my way to Wisma, I hit a CAT. I didn't hit on purpose. Okay, I was driving a bit fast, because I was in a hurry. I didn't expect the cat nak lintas jalan at that time. All I know is that I da langgar the cat. At first I didn't know it was a cat. I thought tu biawak. Then lepas da sampai Wisma, I rasa xsedap hati and I asked Fara to teman me to go back ke tempat kejadian. Then bila tgk balik, it was a cat. A black cat. Terbaring kat situ. Poor cat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear cat, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Seriously I didn't mean to hit you and kill you on the same time. I wasn't expecting that. I am seriously sorry about that. I didn't know that you were going to cross that road and I tak sempat nak mengelak. I am so so so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-2070877147257662442?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2070877147257662442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=2070877147257662442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2070877147257662442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2070877147257662442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-so-sorry.html' title='I am so sorry'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8319376069591418985</id><published>2008-09-09T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:16:12.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping for a better day</title><content type='html'>"If you love something, sometimes you just wanna be surrounded by it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true, right? Okay, first of all, I am so not in love at the moment. This is some kind like a quote that I got from watching 'Good Luck Chuck'. Heh. What I'm going to blog about today has nothing to do with that so called quote actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever come to a point where you feel tired of everything? I mean like EVERYTHING?? That is what I am feeling right now. I am so tired of everything. I'm tired of waiting, I'm tired of hoping, I'm tired of being sorry, I'm tired giving chances to people, I'm tired of trying so hard. I am just so tired. I feel like giving up everything. I don't know why I just feel like the strength inside me is fading away and it will be gone soon. Like very very soon. At times, I just feel like there's no point trying so hard, cuz things will just be the same when I am the only one who's trying so hard while the others act like they just don't care. Haish. I'm tired of some people who always think that diorang je yang betul and orang lain semua salah. I'm tired of some people who never think about others while others think about them. That is just so not fair. I'm tired of hoping and waiting. I'm tired of waiting and hoping for someone and something that won't be mine. I'm tired of being sorry for other people when they never felt the same way as I do. It is not that I ni berkira or what, but please, hello?! I have feelings too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me to be strong again. I have to be strong to face everything. I have to be very very patient. I'm trying my best to be strong and to be patient. I hope things will be better tomorrow and onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*missing my family so much*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-8319376069591418985?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8319376069591418985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8319376069591418985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8319376069591418985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8319376069591418985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/hoping-for-better-day.html' title='Hoping for a better day'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1648403960831764999</id><published>2008-09-08T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:32:14.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you very much for giving me the "air" to breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten you about weeks ago since u are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'TOO SLOW&lt;/span&gt;',real 'SLOW' and now u r back into my life w/o being invited.&lt;br /&gt;its unbelievable how a phrase of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT BERBUKA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; could change everything, every single thing for TODAY literally.&lt;br /&gt;oh my!&lt;br /&gt;wif one great big smile on the face sayin 'selamat berbuka' directly looking at me w/o lookin at others,  it leads to a conclusion of what we've been wondering n guessing for all this while.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TOO BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;u dun have the courage just yet to concede, do you?&lt;br /&gt;using third parties, giving signals, sending regards and stuff, those are too cliche!&lt;br /&gt;i need a man, a real man, definitely &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a boy who does not have the courage to confront me and look at me in the eyes and tell me dat he likes me.&lt;br /&gt;is dat too much too ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-1648403960831764999?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1648403960831764999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1648403960831764999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1648403960831764999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1648403960831764999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-very-much-for-giving-me-air.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1674952656541893468</id><published>2008-09-06T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:40:01.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday dearest brother!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Waffy&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 11th birthday my dearest Waffy. You're one year older. 11 is not a small number anymore. You are getting bigger and bigger and obviously bigger than me. LOL. Wishing you the best of luck in whatever you do. May Allah swt grant you happiness, success and wealth. May Allah bless you always and I hope you had a great day today. Hope things will go the way you wanted to in your life. Jangan nakal-nakal. Dengar cakap Mama and Abah. Study hard and smart. Can't wait to see you February next year! Am counting the days. =). Missing you lots here. And ouh yeah, one more thing, jangan mengada-ngada dah, awak tu dah besar. Last but not least, love you till the last breath of my life. =). I'm so thankful to have a little brother like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In every conceive manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      xoxo&lt;br /&gt;                                                -zafirahrosland-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-1674952656541893468?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1674952656541893468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1674952656541893468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1674952656541893468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1674952656541893468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-dearest-brother_06.html' title='Happy Birthday dearest brother!'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7092890127177075773</id><published>2008-09-04T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T04:48:23.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>berbuka puasa today was a lil bit different than those past two days.&lt;br /&gt;BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be awesome but it turned out to be not-so-great,in fact, DISASTER.&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be OUR BBQ party?, session? or shud i say event?&lt;br /&gt;ah wutever u call dat but it was NOT.&lt;br /&gt;there were about 10 strangers, complete STRANGERS who were invited by airy's housem8s who have completely ruined everything.&lt;br /&gt;they acted as if they were the ones who planned it.&lt;br /&gt;to make it worse, they even came wif their tak malu and mengada-ngada girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;they din even pay a single cent or contribute anythin and they din even greet us AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;tapi makan more than us yang dah bertungkus-lumus prepared for the BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;its not the matter of kedekut or anythin like dat but at least have a lil bit of respect.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, towards the end of the party,event or wutever we call dat we decided to take over the "LIMELIGHT" back.haha.&lt;br /&gt;and we somehow enjoyed the BBQ AMONG US, only US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SL71y41zDMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9NXXGq_xrzA/s1600-h/000_0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SL71y41zDMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9NXXGq_xrzA/s320/000_0129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241897270906129602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SL72J7HEaMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XW06A2T5KTM/s1600-h/000_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SL72J7HEaMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/XW06A2T5KTM/s320/000_0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241897666652432578" 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SL71y41zDMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/9NXXGq_xrzA/s72-c/000_0129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6906557260656761305</id><published>2008-09-03T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:55:13.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalam kehidupan kita,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allah akan bagi 1 peluang,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untuk kita berjumpa dengan orang yang betul-betul menyayangi diri kita,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sekiranya kita leka, kita akan kehilangannya buat selamanya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi kita tidak pernah tahu siapa orangnya,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jika kita sendiri tidak pernah sedar dan tidak pernah mencuba untuk menilai kehadirannya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mungkin setelah segalanya berlalu dan kita dah kehilangannya,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masa tu barulah kita mula sedar kehadirannya cukup bermakna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi mungkin kita tidak berpeluang lagi untuk memilikinya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jadi, fahamilah hati seseorang itu sedalam-dalamnya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Curahkanlah rasa kasih sayang kepadanya seikhlas hati.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-6906557260656761305?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6906557260656761305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6906557260656761305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6906557260656761305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6906557260656761305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/09/dalam-kehidupan-kita-allah-akan-bagi-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1242089099715088152</id><published>2008-09-01T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:38:45.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the 1st day of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAMADHAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;i hope its not too late to wish you guys SELAMAT MENJALANI IBADAH BERPUASA.&lt;br /&gt;semoga ramadhan tahun ini akan membawa seribu keberkatan dan menjadi titik tolak utk kehidupan yang lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;seperti biasa, ramadhan tahun ini di melaka lagi tanpa keluarga terutamanya mama dan ayah.&lt;br /&gt;alangkah bagusnya sekiranya dapat menjalani ibadah puasa bersama keluarga yang tercinta.&lt;br /&gt;teringat masa berpuasa ketika zaman kanak-kanak.MERIAH!&lt;br /&gt;masa berbuka mesti berebut2 nak duduk paling dekat dgn makanan yang sedap.&lt;br /&gt;chik lah org yang selalu jadi mangsa kena mengalah.&lt;br /&gt;sebelum buka puasa mcm2 nk mkn.&lt;br /&gt;dengar je ayah nk pergi bazar ramadhan bulat mata.&lt;br /&gt;kadang2 tak semua makanan yang dibeli dimakan.&lt;br /&gt;betul lah apa org kata selama ni, nafsu mkn masa bln ramadhan ni bertambah2.&lt;br /&gt;lps habis je buka puasa kena siap2 nk pergi terawih.&lt;br /&gt;bak kata ayah, &lt;em&gt;"kalau xnk pergi terawih nnt duit raya pun kurang eh."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUIT RAYA sentiasa menjadi satu insentif yang paling efektif.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all in the past. how i wish i cud turn back the time.*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SELAMAT BERPUASA&lt;/span&gt; once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hana-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-1242089099715088152?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1242089099715088152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1242089099715088152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1242089099715088152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1242089099715088152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-1st-day-of-ramadhan-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8473704844088023043</id><published>2008-08-31T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:44:22.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Berpuasa  everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, here it goes. First of all, I would like to warn you guys, this entry is going to be a not so good entry cuz currently I am so pissed off. But, before that, I would like to wish all the Muslim &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat Berpuasa. May this Ramadhan brings keberkatan to all of us. To all the people in my life or had been in my life, sorry for words which my hurt and sorry for any of my wrong doings. Hope all of you can forgive me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay, now, this is about the thing that pissed me off. This is about someone who I used to know. I knew him since January this year. Well, what made me pissed is that he told almost everyone, ALMOST everyone that I'm his EX-GIRLFRIEND!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt; Okay, we were close back then, but I was never his girlfriend. He wanted me to be his girlfriend. I told him that I needed time to think about it first. We knew each other tak sampai sebulan pun then he terus nak mintak couple ng I. Gila ke? Sepanjang I kenal and cuba mengenali dia, I perhatikan everything about him. Then during my 3 months holiday, I decided not to accept him. Well, yeah it was kind of hard for him to accept it. But what can I do? I don't have feelings for him. I realized that he wasn't what I want and what I thought. Then bila masuk je semester ni, he da ada new scandal. That was so fast okay. But, yeah I don't give a damn. We're still friends as usual, it just that we don't go out together anymore. He did asked me to go out for dinner with him but I refuse. Like 10 times kot. I just don't feel like going out with him. I remember once, he called me. At that time I baru lepas hantar my roomate to the Wisma cuz she had an exam that day. Then we terserempak with this guy and his scandal. That evening, he called me. The conversation went this way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy : Hye you, nape you drive laju sgt tadi? ***** **** baru nak tgk you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me   : I ada class la tadi. Huh?! Dia nak tgk I? What for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy : Yeala, dia nak tgk EX-GF I cantik ke tak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me   : .....(wtf?!).....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;OMG! Waddahell??? I don't know what did he bgtau that girl. Sepanjang semester ni, da dekat 100 kali jugak lah terserempak dgn diorg. But, I don't really care actually. He did call me few times to ask me out for dinner, but then I rejected all of his invitation. I always la jugak usik2 him bout his scandal. Like few days before, I accidently met him at the library while I was studying there with Mizah. He saw me studying there, then he came and we talked. But we didn't talk much cuz I was concerntrating on my revision at that time and I don't feel like talking to him actually cuz he was distracting me. When I went back to my apartment, he called. We talked on the phone like for half an hour. He asked me why susah sangat nak ajak I keluar sekarang ni. I cakap la I'm busy and so on, plus, he da ada someone yg he can ajak keluar makan, why should he ajak me lagi, right? Then, he started to deny things. He said that he tade pape with that girl la tu la ni la. OMG! Please stop that. I don't even care who you're with. Why do you have to keep on denying things? Benda tu terang jelas and nyata depan mata you are with that girl. Then you bole lagi nak deny things and you bole lagi nak cakap kat I yang you missed me la, you can't forget me lah. Then, you know, he bole cakap like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; " Antara I ngan you lain. Antara I ngan **** **** lain".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;OMG! Waddahell are trying to do man? Look, listen here, I don't give a s**t on who you're with okay. I don't have feelings for you and I'm not jealous. I am just so f***king pissed because you said things like that to me and about me. And, I f***king hate it okay? I don't understand why do you have to deny things padahal benda tu semua orang nampak. And, if you pegang2 tangan tu you bole cakap yang you tade pape. Duuuhhh, you mmg tak reti nak treat someone special eyh? Dengan semua orang pun you bole pegang2 tangan eyh? What a jerk! And yeah, you sangat hipokrit! Please stop saying that you can't forget me, I'm the only one stuck on your mind all the time, you missed me, and all of those stupid sweet things. I had enough of those okay? Please. I would be happier if you get out of my life! I am just so pissed and I hate you so much right now eventhough I know that I shouldn't hate you at time like this cuz esok da start puasa. But right now, I'm so sorry I just can't forgive you for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sorry guys, I just can't stand it. I am so pissed right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-8473704844088023043?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8473704844088023043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8473704844088023043' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8473704844088023043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8473704844088023043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/selamat-berpuasa-everyone.html' title='Selamat Berpuasa  everyone!'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6193256380661907866</id><published>2008-08-29T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T14:41:19.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;some random pictures during CYBERP project.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDnBElCeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WZxJsYYeTPg/s1600-h/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239801397794638306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDnBElCeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WZxJsYYeTPg/s320/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDhqrB6OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YKbOQbxzroI/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239801305882552546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDhqrB6OI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YKbOQbxzroI/s320/DSC00161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDb5ryOCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FZ9LdPIc2bM/s1600-h/DSC00162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239801206833035298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDb5ryOCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FZ9LdPIc2bM/s320/DSC00162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDRcU_4II/AAAAAAAAAHk/DGa5xQZT4qY/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239801027154141314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDRcU_4II/AAAAAAAAAHk/DGa5xQZT4qY/s320/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDBHCaH7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Td4jnkWUOZM/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239800746561118130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDBHCaH7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/Td4jnkWUOZM/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6193256380661907866?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6193256380661907866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6193256380661907866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6193256380661907866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6193256380661907866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-random-pictures-during-cyberp.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLeDnBElCeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/WZxJsYYeTPg/s72-c/DSC00157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8426599237440409934</id><published>2008-08-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:49:31.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update update update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey there. Da lama sangat x update this thing. Been seriously busy.I have midterm exams waiting for me tomorrow and also next week. Haish. Not feeling very well at the moment. Got flu and a quite bad sore throat. Sangat menyeksakan. I just don't know how am I going to sit for my exam tomorrow with this flu. It sure will disturb me. Wish me luck for my exam tomorrow guys. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Managerial Accounting&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, thats not the exact reason why I'm updating this blog today actually. This entry is specially dedicated to one of my loved ones, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Adilah Rosli&lt;/span&gt;. She'll be going back to the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow(Aug 29th 2008). She was back in Malaysia for the summer holiday, around 2 months la jugak she's here. But, I only get the chance to meet her once. Well, that is much more better than never get the chance to meet her at all right? We were best friends since we're in Form 1. We're classmates till we're in Form 5. And yet, till now, we're still best friends! Thank God for giving me a chance to know a person like her. Eventhough we've went through quite alot of things, but yet, we are still best friends. Can't thank you enough for everything that you've done, dear friend! So, to Dla, take good care of yourself. Selamat berpuasa to you. Selamat Hari Raya in advance too. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do keep in touch. Love u lots girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239593413169068354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLbGct9rOUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ll6l7cY4RWo/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;'I cannot even imagine where I would be today were not for that handful of friends who have given me a HEART FULL OF JOY. Let's face it, friends make life a lot more fun.' =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;x0x0 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-8426599237440409934?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8426599237440409934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8426599237440409934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8426599237440409934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8426599237440409934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-update-update.html' title='Update update update'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SLbGct9rOUI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ll6l7cY4RWo/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3942512150473511422</id><published>2008-08-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T19:56:46.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="4993903801649619262"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*you are to be reminded dat dis is goin to be a long-dragging entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ow i miss this blog so damn freaking much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i have not been blogging for quite some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i've been very buzy, i mean very very buzy for the past week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;EXAMS+TORTS ASSIGNMENT+CYBERP PROJECT+LAW SEMINAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and today i am finally FREE and welcome back to my boring+lame+pathetic life which i have been living for almost 2 years (since i got here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;well, exams??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hope dat i did all the 3 papers well or maybe not to say well but okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yeah, OKAY is preferable here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;but it doesnt sound confident enough rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ah, WUTEVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jz hoping for the best result which will be out anytime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;procrastination is never a good thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;last minute work is never a good one.&lt;br /&gt;but am glad dat we finally completed our assignment in 3 days time.&lt;br /&gt;but it was definitely not a good one, sekadar melepaskan batuk di tangga.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;CYBERP PROJECT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;if u wonder wut dis  CYBERP PROJECT is, let me give u a brief view of dis project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it is a project where students have to gain profit by doing any business as long as u gain as much profit as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i really had fun doing this project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it was freaking awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eventhough it was a lil bit tiring but it was all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;u wana noe y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;our business was a blast, meeting new+great+fabulous friends and everythin went well, perfectly like the way we wanted it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;uwh ya, there i met these 4 wonderful kind-hearted people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ARI, DEEBA, CONSTANT and EEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thanx for supporting and helping us throughout this project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and yes, we are now friends and am glad dat i've found another 4 wonderful friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;uwh btw, thanx, terima kasih yang tak terhingga to all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;last 2 days, i went through such a tragic and so NOT gona be remembered experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i had lost or maybe not lost but DROPPED my PURSE which i jz bought a week ago n there were cards,cash of rm600 for my rental and my other precious items (pictures of my family+friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;OMG, trust me u dun wana go through dis experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it was awful.&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i wud not hv been as calm as i was without u guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;eventhough we jz met but u guys sgt baik, in fact terlalu baik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thank you so very much for helpin me to find my purse.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;LAW SEMINAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ow i had a lot of fun being one of the emcees for the law seminar which was &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thanx to &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;COLLIN ANDREW&lt;/span&gt;, the greatest+superb+wonderful partner ever!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thanx for helpin me to be a good emcee, just like you!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thanx for the "stories" which helped me to chill.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;not forgotten,madam geetha, mr gary,  ju-li, suria, ali and all committees which i cant remeber ur names but faces, YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thank you so much for your support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;u made me feel like being in a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i think i am no longer a stage freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;yeay!!i've finally got over my fear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;it felt really good being one of the emcees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i was a lil bit shaking at the beginning and kept tellin collin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ow am scared, think am gona have to pee again"&lt;/span&gt; but am glad i made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and collin, everytime u said, &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;chill la hana, jgn takut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;with one big smile on ur face, it did help me,in fact, it helped me A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;with all the compliments and credits to us, i am looking forward to have a second, third fourth and........time=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and not forgotten, to&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; DLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;thanx for the wonderful weekend i had last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;God knows how much i actually missed u girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;u'll be leavin in a week time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;take care of yourself ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;remember that our friendship does not have an end as it continues FOREVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i love you my dear friend=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-3942512150473511422?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3942512150473511422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3942512150473511422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3942512150473511422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3942512150473511422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-to-be-reminded-dat-dis-is-goin_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3471718184629188353</id><published>2008-08-11T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:10:38.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>remeber when i said dat &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;luck has never been on my side''?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its a big "NO-NO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still a room for me to be the lucky one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am definitely the lucky one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most luckiest one indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for making my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u'll nvr know hw much it means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am all delighted and inspired right now.[semangat nk exam besok.=)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-3471718184629188353?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3471718184629188353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3471718184629188353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3471718184629188353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3471718184629188353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/remeber-when-i-said-dat-luck-has-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3336553198769468670</id><published>2008-08-09T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:10:22.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridan Hill IQ Challenge =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SJ2RWDW54ZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zldDpLXM0f4/s1600-h/P8090085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232498150118908306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SJ2RWDW54ZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zldDpLXM0f4/s200/P8090085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bersama 'orang kuat' program. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I've never tried hiking before. Slalunya g jungle trekking je, but today, I went hiking. This event was organized by Persatuan Pelajar Islam (PPI), Uniten. And, the manager of this project is my housemate, Nadzirah. So, in order to support her project, I decided to join this thingy. Well, for sure it's tiring, but the fun that we had, mengatasi everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232498516911154418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SJ2RrZw_ZPI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PNfZJN3IdF4/s200/P8090077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way to the puncak. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232497072994317970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SJ2QXWwY9pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/SqD-irO5hng/s200/P8090078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Keadaan kasut yang agak menyedihkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;This program started last night, there was a briefing about what we're going to do and we were divided nto groups. And at 4.30 this morning, we did 'qiamullail' which I haven't been doing it for quite a long time. Huhu. So, after the qiamullail, kitorg gerak ke Kem PLKN Muadzam Shah cuz kat situ la start trek dia. Ridan Hill is not that far from our campus actually. About 5 to 10 minutes drive je. After having our breakfast, kitorg start naik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wow, mendaki sangat lah penat!! Rasa nak give up je mula-mula. Huh. But, I kuatkan semangat, and Alhamdulillah kitorg sampai jugak kat puncak Bukit Ridan. Huhu. Sangatlah lega bila da sampai puncak. By the time dah sampai puncak baru I sedar my so called 'kekasih' da buat lovebite kat I! Berdarah2 socks I. LOL. Nasib baik x sakit. =P. We did a few activities on the puncak. It was fun. Then bila da habis activities, kitorg gerak turun. Okay, sangat mencabar bila nak turun. Dengan keadaan my shoes yg tapaknya da nak tercabut, sangatlah sedih. But thank God, the tapak x tercabut. If x, memang I akan meninggalkan tapak lah kat situ. Hehe. Bila da sampai kat bawah, wow, lega x terkata. We had our lunch after that, then there was a prize giving ceremony. And guess what? My group was awarded as the 'Kumpulan Paling Cute'! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232499672002809554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SJ2Suo0TTtI/AAAAAAAAAF8/iM1SpLf4XV4/s200/P8090088.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lovebite from my so called 'kekasih', Mr.Pacat. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mesti sebab ahli-ahli kumpulan kitorang nih cute-cute. =P. Sangat x bole blah. Hehe. Whatever it is, I'm happy today, I gained a very very special experience. At least, I pernah naik Bukit Ridan and I am proud of that, eventhough it is not Mount Kinabalu or what so ever mount it is, I'm still happy for that. =D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232503208560835826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SJ2V8fhcPPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Rs3NDbmIiIE/s320/P8090095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kumpulan Paling Cute. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-3336553198769468670?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3336553198769468670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3336553198769468670' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3336553198769468670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3336553198769468670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/ridan-hill-iq-challenge.html' title='Ridan Hill IQ Challenge =)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SJ2RWDW54ZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zldDpLXM0f4/s72-c/P8090085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1798323787015828561</id><published>2008-08-08T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:31:50.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08.08.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey it's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08.08.08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nice date right? But too bad, nothing interesting happened today. I am not so happy anymore when I found out something quite bad last night. All of my happiness was gone in the nick of time. Heh, but, never mind. It's okay. I still wanna thank that stranger for making me smile. Heh. I'm not really in the mood today. This morning, when I went to my Agama class, Ustaz was talking about this family thingy and all that. Haish. I'm a bit sensitive when it comes to things like these. At times I just can't control myself from crying. I did cried a bit this morning. So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But what he said this morning, made me realized something. For 20 years I've been living in this world, but for only 12 years I lived with my family. The other 8 years were spent living with my friends. What he said was asbo-bloody-lutely true. I started to go to boarding school since I was 13, then after that I went to this place and after that, InsyaAllah I'll be getting married and for sure I'll live with my future husband and I will be having my own family. Then I'll be concerntrating on my own family. Without realizing it, the gap within the members in the family will grow bigger and bigger day by day. This happen to every single person in this world. But, I hope as time flies, the bond that I have with my family will grow stronger no matter how far I am and no matter who I turn out to be. No matter how and no matter what, my family will always be in my heart. That rhymes. Hehe. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am missing my family so badly right now. How I wish I could be there with them. Hoping that they are in the pink of health and things are going the way they wanted to there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-1798323787015828561?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1798323787015828561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1798323787015828561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1798323787015828561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1798323787015828561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/080808.html' title='08.08.08'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-2529988964772460384</id><published>2008-08-07T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:20:17.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy day. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM SO HAPPY TODAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Its not my style to get all excited, but right now I really really like it and I just don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;All I know is that I am very very happy today. Did you know that even the smallest thing that someone do for you will make you happy? I mean like totally happy? LOL. This thing happened to me today, and I am so happy. I can't even describe it in words! OMG! Okay, I don't even know who this person is but what this person did to me today, really made my day! Thanks alot to you stranger! Hehe. You can call me crazy, you call me anything. But, what I know right now is that I am happy. I just wanna thank this stranger for making my day and for making me smile the whole day today! And ouh yeah, not forgotten, berangan sikit la. LMFAO! Thanks once again to you mr.stranger. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-2529988964772460384?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2529988964772460384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=2529988964772460384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2529988964772460384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2529988964772460384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-day.html' title='Happy day. =)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-2990733518699706880</id><published>2008-08-02T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:07:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makan buah day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Today is Nadzirah's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Happy 20th Birthday my dearest so called cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;May Allah bless u always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hope U'll have the best in life and I hope that happiness and success will always be with u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Love u loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Thanks for being a great friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Friends forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sayang kamu sangat banyak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*mwah*mwah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will consider today as my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'makan buah day'&lt;/span&gt;. Heh, I've been eating a lot of fruits lately. Since sekarang ni musim buah, so tersangatlah banyak makan buah and now I'm so la bloated. LOL. Last night Nina and I ate a big tupperware of &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;durians&lt;/span&gt;. We finished it in one night. I'm not sure la ada berapa ulas dalam tu but yang I tau sangat la banyak. Then bila nak tidur, kami kepanasan. Haha. Today lepas lunch kitorg g hantar kereta kat car wash. Sementara menunggu kereta siap, kitorg jalan2 kat pasar. Then terserempak dengan Nina's uncle. Dia ajak dtg rumah dia untuk makan rambutan. We accept his invitation then kitorang g beli 2 kilos of &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;manggis&lt;/span&gt;. Balik rumah je, kitorg rehat2 jap. Then terus hadap manggis tu. Sekali hadap je bole habis. Huhu. Sangat lah kuat makan kami ni. Da la 2 org je yg makan since Fara and Nadz are not here, diorang balik KL. Around 5 lebeyh, we went to Nina's Uncle's house. OMG, the &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;rambutans&lt;/span&gt; are so tempting. Merah2 semuanya. I don't know berapa banyak yang I makan tapi yang pastinya sangat banyaklah. Sangat kenyang. Rasanya hari ni kenyang makan buah je. Huhu. We stayed at Nina's Uncle's house till 7.25 then balik dengan perut yang kenyang. Huhu. Thanks Pakcik! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&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/6208796160740606253-2990733518699706880?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/2990733518699706880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=2990733518699706880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2990733518699706880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/2990733518699706880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/08/makan-buah-day.html' title='Makan buah day'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-9171521684984389437</id><published>2008-07-31T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:32:00.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i've been cursing too much for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;being the unlucky one has never been my choice and as for today, i learnt a very good lesson, the useful one indeed.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"luck has never been on my side"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;sounds pathetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HELL YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;there is no one else to be blamed but ME, MYSELF, and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;silly me for being such an idiot and an unreasonable human being on earth for those past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;padan muka!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i jz have to accept the fact that its too late to regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i shud have realized this a long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;*sigh*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;praying and hoping for a better day tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-9171521684984389437?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9171521684984389437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=9171521684984389437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/9171521684984389437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/9171521684984389437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-cursing-too-much-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8255302116248153466</id><published>2008-07-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:08:05.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the sake of updating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just for the sake of updating. I've been very2 busy this week. I have 4 quizzes this week and I have assignments to submit. And ouh yeah, I have a presentation by end of this week. Guess what am I going to present about? Heh. WANITA DALAM ISLAM. OMG!. I feel like I am so la tak layak to present that title. Luckily that is a group presentation, so I don't have to stand in front of everyone  alone. Heh. I have to admit it that this sem tersangatlah busy. Busy tak terkata. It's like everyone is rushing to do this and that. Even lecturers pun macam terkejar-kejar nak buat everything at one time. Pergghh, rase macam nak gila da. In 2 weeks time da start midterm exam. Rasa macam baru je register for this sem kot. Haish, tatau lah. Memang sangat busy la kan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am missing my family so damn much right now. I really2 hope that my family is here with me. I need my parents and I need my sisters badly. And yeah, I miss Waffy so much! Teringat pulak yg dia nangis before I balik sini that day. That day I mimpi Waffy. In my dream, dia macam tak terurus. Serabai gila. And he got lost in my dream. Then someone hantar dia balik. When I asked him dia pergi mana, he said that dia pergi cari baju raya cuz raya da nak dekat. When I woke up from my sleep, I cried. I guess I miss him so much. Too bad this year I have to celebrate raya on my own again. Haish, I started to hate raya since I was 17. I just don't like the feeling. Celebrating raya all alone. Eventhough I balik kampung but still, Abah and Mama are not there. Ayong, Ieqa, Raffy and Waffy are not there. I didn't even get the chance to salam Abah and Mama on the 1st  day of raya. For almost 3 years I didn't get the chance to do that. And for those 3 years I hanya tgk my cousins buat tu. That is why I don't like to go back to my grandparents house when it comes to hari raya. But then, I still have to go back to my grandparents house or else Abah will bising2. So, in order tanak bagi Abah terasa, I have to do that eventhough it kills me to see those things. I'm not sure wether I will go back to my grandparents house or not this year. I just don't feel like going back. I just wanna stay at my house all alone. I prefer staying at my house alone rather than seeing things that will make me cry for days. Heh. People just don't understand. It is hard living a life like mine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough of that I think. If I terus merepek. Sampai esok pun x habis. Okay then. I have to do some revision. There will be a quiz tomorrow. Okay then. Till next time. Bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6208796160740606253-8255302116248153466?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8255302116248153466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8255302116248153466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8255302116248153466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8255302116248153466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-for-sake-of-updating.html' title='Just for the sake of updating'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7169602238049339805</id><published>2008-07-24T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:01:29.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my oh my!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoba sent me a msg rite after our criminal class and it says;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"makcik!he lambai.he &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;LIKE CARI U TAU&lt;/span&gt;.then he tanya pegi makan ke?cafe desa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn!!!!!!i shud hv used the same way.blame it all on this wrong timing "shi-shi."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but the phrase "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he like cari u" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;makes me smiling all way long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why cant u just come up to me and concede everything u need to??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop giving me gestures, signs or anything else dat u've been doing lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've got all that okay=)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;all i need is just one thing.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;CONFESSION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i wud definitely say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah,me too!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;with no hesitation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&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/6208796160740606253-7169602238049339805?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7169602238049339805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7169602238049339805' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7169602238049339805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7169602238049339805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-oh-my-shoba-sent-me-msg-rite-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-5849576596500186113</id><published>2008-07-22T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:17:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;it's been only one day but i am missing my two besties, zafirah and ein already. hw i wish i could spend a little bit more time longer with them. i had a really great weekend with them.angah, thanx for comin all the way from muadzam and the same goes to ein for willing to spend ur weekend over here.but still i hvnt really got the chance to make our last holiday as awesome and superb as promised.sorry for any inconvenience ya my dear friends.abut angah, i promise dat i'l make it up to u.our nex holiday is gona be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana=)&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/6208796160740606253-5849576596500186113?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5849576596500186113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=5849576596500186113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5849576596500186113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5849576596500186113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-only-one-day-but-i-am-missing.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7497052005694089293</id><published>2008-07-20T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T10:19:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINVY6j81mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/os9M4slZzac/s1600-h/P7190047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225113879205172834" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINVY6j81mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/os9M4slZzac/s320/P7190047.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINU8k1r0-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/1mzMWLkE_8c/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225113392337638370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINU8k1r0-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/1mzMWLkE_8c/s320/Image006.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINUSFPBrjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nf8yWKPPF5E/s1600-h/P7190050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225112662299487794" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINUSFPBrjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nf8yWKPPF5E/s320/P7190050.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINT7jIjYdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kcGskfHOARk/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225112275188408786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINT7jIjYdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kcGskfHOARk/s320/Image012.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINTkum1HII/AAAAAAAAAEs/r6VRUdaZtgQ/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINTFRx72-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/J8a3cbQQly4/s1600-h/DSC03568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225111342817205218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINTFRx72-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/J8a3cbQQly4/s320/DSC03568.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINSB3_YVcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ng3WzuM5UNQ/s1600-h/DSC03559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225110184843040194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINSB3_YVcI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ng3WzuM5UNQ/s320/DSC03559.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINQUnyeCtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XTZSXjKjRE0/s1600-h/DSC03553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225108307888179922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINQUnyeCtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XTZSXjKjRE0/s320/DSC03553.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To my dearest Hana n Shazreena, thanks for the memories. My weekend was SUPERB!! Can't thank both of u enough for these.  Thanks to Hana for everything. I had a really great weekend. Sayang korg sangat2 sampai bila. Miss both of u already. And, ouh yeah Hana, I miss 'Afiq' too. =P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ouh, before I lupa Hana, jgn lupa pasang lampu kete u if u drive malam2 eyh? Nnt u igt org nak ngorat or kacau u pulak. LOL. Just kidding. Love both of u lots n lots. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33cc00; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-7497052005694089293?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7497052005694089293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7497052005694089293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7497052005694089293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7497052005694089293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the memories.'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SINVY6j81mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/os9M4slZzac/s72-c/P7190047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6644271542707323613</id><published>2008-07-15T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:44:19.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAWN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;YAWN!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;YAWN!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wut a boring day.*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;its only the 3rd day of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;there is no such specific word to describe how lame and boring the day is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've been yawnin in ms isabella's class n i even fell asleep in her class for the 1st time.*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;am happy to know dat angah's comin over on this weekend.at least, i have one good reason not to feel bored.as i promised to angah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SEOUL'S GARDEN, LAKSA NYONYA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here we come!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6644271542707323613?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6644271542707323613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6644271542707323613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6644271542707323613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6644271542707323613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/yawn-yawn-yawn-wut-boring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7889322861818642854</id><published>2008-07-13T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T20:38:43.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love? Hate? Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's weird how she goes from being strangers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to being friends, to being more than friends,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to being practically strangers again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it all happens so fast."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was a text given by &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me. I know exactly what does this &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; means. But, hello? I don't really care. Me being more than friends with you? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Waddahel?&lt;/span&gt; Well, I think I never did that. I never give you hope, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never even say that I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or what so ever. In fact, when you asked me wether I missed you or not, I just said that I don't know. Don't you actually understand what does that mean? Okay, listen here, I am avoiding you right now. Can't you see that? Duuhh, I didn't even answer your call, I didn't reply all your texts. I think I have shown it clearly that I am currently avoiding you. Is that so hard for you to understand it? I don't have feelings for you. My heart is not for you for the time being and maybe not forever. Well, I can't say that actually, who knows one day God will open my heart to accept you. But I hope HE won't.  And there's &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this another someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've known &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this another someone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for about &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;4 years&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I think I've rejected this another someone twice&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know why, how hard &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone tried&lt;/span&gt;, I just can't accept &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone&lt;/span&gt;. Hmmmppphhh, it's hard to deal with this kind of thing. I've said clearly to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone&lt;/span&gt; that I don't have feelings for &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, at first &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone&lt;/span&gt; can accept it. But lately, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone&lt;/span&gt; is acting weirdly. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;This another someone&lt;/span&gt; said that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone&lt;/span&gt; will wait for me. Okay, please, don't do this to me. Maybe meeting &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone&lt;/span&gt; that day was a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; mistake! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;This another someone&lt;/span&gt; knows that I can't accept &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone&lt;/span&gt; as more than friends. But then the way &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone&lt;/span&gt; is treating me right now, is like more than friends. OMG! Waddahel again??? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;This another someone starts&lt;/span&gt; to show that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone cares&lt;/span&gt; for me very very much. Even benda yg dia patut nak risau pun dia risau. Haish. Waddahel la? Merepek tau x? Rimas. I didn't even reply &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;this another someone's&lt;/span&gt; text today. God, please help me. I don't know why I just can't open my heart for them. Maybe I've watched a lot of movies and I read a lot of novels and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I want a perfect guy&lt;/span&gt; for me. But I know there's &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;no such thing&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A PERFECT GUY&lt;/span&gt;. I'm having a syndrom called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;BOVARYSME&lt;/span&gt;. This is where I imagine myself as a heroin in a movie with a perfect hero. Something like that la. I don't know how long will this thing last. But, hey, everyone has the right to dream right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/strong&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/6208796160740606253-7889322861818642854?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7889322861818642854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7889322861818642854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7889322861818642854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7889322861818642854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-hate-friends.html' title='Love? Hate? Friends?'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6876769238316717429</id><published>2008-07-11T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:49:22.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;tolak tolak TAMBAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;hey sini sini...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;yang tu lah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;berlian!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;hahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis is wut happened during our "supposedly discussion" session last nite. we, i mean shoba nazuan and i played a real fun game,ah i forgot the name but its on facebook.its a game which tells you the size of ur brain based on a few games yang sgt menguji IQ.not forgotten math test okay??and and my math isnt dat bad actually.hehehe.but still we &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAILED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to compete the size of ees's brain.can u imagine hw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"slow" &lt;/span&gt;we are??3 vs 1 but too bad, still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;KALAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:welcome to our club malya.hehe.sometimes its just best to live w/o a man who complicates   our life u noe.believe me, u'll find ur man one day.it's worth waiting tau.=)&lt;br /&gt;uwh btw i hope u r okay and if theres anythin u wana share, feel free to text me okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6876769238316717429?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6876769238316717429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6876769238316717429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6876769238316717429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6876769238316717429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/39-tolak-tolak-tambah-hey-sini-sini.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7502070061258913309</id><published>2008-07-10T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:07:17.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, these are kind of true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL is quiet ... millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL is not arguing ... she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions ... she is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL answers " I'm fine " after a few seconds ... she is not at all fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a GIRL stares at you ... she is wondering why you are lying.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL lays on your chest ... she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL wants to see you everyday... she wants to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says " I love you " ... she means it.&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says " I miss you " ... no one in this world can miss you more than that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life only comes around once and I want to make sure that I spend it with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;right person&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a guy who &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;calls me beautiful instead of hot&lt;/span&gt;. Who &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;calls me back when I hung up on him&lt;/span&gt; and who will &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;stay awake just to watch me sleep&lt;/span&gt;. I will wait for a guy who &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;kisses my forehead&lt;/span&gt;, who wants to show off the world when I am in my sweats. Who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;holds my hands in front of his friends&lt;/span&gt;. Who is constantly reminding me of&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; how much he cares about me and he is lucky to have me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I hope that this guy will be mine one day&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-7502070061258913309?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7502070061258913309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7502070061258913309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7502070061258913309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7502070061258913309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/facts.html' title='Facts'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-5079959206649834744</id><published>2008-07-09T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T18:33:38.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;while browsing the net a few mins ago, i found dis one interesting article about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUYS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;who are the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; not-understandable creature:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;99 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FACTS ABOUT GUYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys don't actually look after &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;good-looking&lt;/span&gt; girls. they prefer neat and presentable girls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys hate flirts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; "Are you doing something?" or "Have you eaten already?" are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys go crazy over a girl's smile. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When guys want to meet your parents. Let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys want to tell you many things but they can't. And they have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and it is drinking! but do not generalise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys cry!!!&lt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell yeah,dis is so true!!&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't provoke the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys can never dream and hope too much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never mind!" would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy makes a prolonged "umm" or makes any excuses when you're asking him to do you a favor, he's actually saying that he doesn't like you and he can't lay down the card for you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a girl says "no", a guy hears it as "try again tomorrow". ......so true!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys hate gays! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys love their moms. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't mean that the guy likes her. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You can never understand him unless you listen to him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Like Eve, girls are guys’ weaknesses. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys are very open about themselves. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't let him wait that long. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; No guy is bad when he is courting &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.......very true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts. too bad IDTS.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys virtually brag about anything. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys think too much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys' fantasies are unlimited. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but her weight does!......very true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too possessive. So watch out girls!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be hard for him to let go of that girl. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; It's not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they broke up especially when they've been together for 3 years or more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting involved with that guy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be matured and grow up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed P**** with their girlfriends.....sumtimes depends wen they want sumat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he's sweating. You'll probably see that he is nervous. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me"......sumtimes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys don't really have final decisions. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him....very important. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys believe that there's no such thing as love at first sight, but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is wrong. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be sure unless the girl tells him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A guy would waste his time over video games and football, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys love girls who can cook or bake. ....they love u regardless.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!......true but only wen the guys are ready 2be settled down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A guy's friend knows everything about him. Use this to your advantage. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of rejection. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Don't be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you'll be surprised. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than attracting guys. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys don't comprehend the statement "Get lost" too well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions but still love them more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys don't care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know them, they'll realize they're wrong. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He's just too stubborn to deal with it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys' weakest point is at the knee. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is already thinking of a way out. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at fixing things. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy looks at you, either he's amazed by you or he's criticizing you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance, give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance, ignore him. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at you and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you're with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in front of you! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When a guy says he can't sleep if he doesn't hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Girls are allowed to touch boys' things. Not their hair! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys hate girls who overreact. uwh ya?i heard one saying dat "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perempuan kena gedik sikit baru SYOK&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Guys love you more than you love them IF they are serious in your relationships.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;-hana-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-5079959206649834744?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5079959206649834744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=5079959206649834744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5079959206649834744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5079959206649834744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/while-browsing-net-few-mins-ago-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-768371281659166645</id><published>2008-07-09T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:45:49.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A SITUATION WHERE YOU FEEL THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG SUMWHERE BUT U JUST DON'T KNOW WUT IT IS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having tonnes of thoughts in my mind is really suffocating.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT REALLY IS&lt;/span&gt; and if anyone asks does dat bother me?YES it really DOES to the extention of screaming out loud!!&lt;br /&gt;while trying to figure out wut exactly is wrong with my life, i am lost.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY LOST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything seems so wrong.my personal life, my friends and even my social life here.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING &lt;/span&gt;is just so wrong.definetely not the way i want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;hw i wish i cud find the perfect solution to every single of my  problem but i noe  its impossible.&lt;br /&gt;HOW can i possibly find the solution when i dont even know the ROOT of my problem.&lt;br /&gt;i am just hoping everythin will turn out the way it is supposed to be but u noe, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hidup tak selalunya indah&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; So i'd better get both of my feets on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-hana-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-768371281659166645?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/768371281659166645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=768371281659166645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/768371281659166645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/768371281659166645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-you-ever-been-in-situation-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1159084700295473549</id><published>2008-07-07T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:02:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm back. I'm in my room now at&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUADZAM SHAH, LONDON&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. I arrived here yesterday. Yesterday was a very2 tiring day. Sangat memenatkan. I drove for about 6 hours yesterday. Sangat penat, then I have to angkat barang from the stor to my apartment. Barang berat2 pulak tu. Adoi je la. Sangat la penat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My class starts today. Alhamdulillah everything went on very2 smoothly. Hehe. Thank God I dapat lecturers yg sangat best! In order to that, I have to study hard n smart to get the best result ever this semester. Please pray for me. Huhu. I hope that everything will berjalan dgn lancar this sem. I really2 hope so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually, I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;missing &lt;/span&gt;a few ppl in my life so much right now. I miss my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;,  I miss my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; n I miss &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I really2 miss them. I xjadi pegi Melaka this week. Ohh Hana, I really2 need to see you actually. But, nak buat macam mane, you have things to do right? Never mind, I'm going to see you next week. I really can't wait to see you!! And Malya, I really2 hope you can come too. I miss u guys badly! Oh My God, I just wish my loved ones are here with me right now. I need them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;missing my loved ones so much!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-1159084700295473549?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1159084700295473549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1159084700295473549' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1159084700295473549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1159084700295473549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6036070079174648191</id><published>2008-07-03T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:35:53.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we had joy we had fun=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;let those pictures explain, okay folks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SGzEyQm2J7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8IO-FzokdZI/s1600-h/DSC00613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SGzEyQm2J7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8IO-FzokdZI/s320/DSC00613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218762435945965490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                          shoba-hana-nazuan-ihsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SGzEP0CprRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9pybJedr7e4/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SGzEP0CprRI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9pybJedr7e4/s320/DSC00611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218761844162407698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                        zetty-hana-shoba-nazuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SGzD3qaIGZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uyZEDa319HY/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SGzD3qaIGZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uyZEDa319HY/s320/DSC00608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218761429259655570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                         meal of the day=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SGzDrlg25XI/AAAAAAAAAD0/__HoV32q87c/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SGzDrlg25XI/AAAAAAAAAD0/__HoV32q87c/s320/Image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218761221787280754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                         HAPPINESS=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we really had fun yesterday, i MUST say. i have not been out like yesterday since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;months, years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the one dat shud be highlighted here is the meal of the day. we went to this one korean restaurant located in MAHKOTA PARADE as introduced by nazuan. it was all worth it people.RM20 for everything they have there.believe me, EVERYTHING and its for unlimited time. puas gila ok??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BBQ??STEAMBOAT??ICE-CREAM??ABC??just name it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;let me say it again, RM20 for UNLIMITED TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6036070079174648191?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6036070079174648191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6036070079174648191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6036070079174648191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6036070079174648191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-had-joy-we-had-fun-let-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SGzEyQm2J7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/8IO-FzokdZI/s72-c/DSC00613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6049876231863037554</id><published>2008-07-02T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:41:37.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Im actually dont know how to start my story..Erm,mayb it started since my bf n i were far apart n we seems like xamik tau hal msg2 sgt.He didnt call me bout 2months n i dont know y..Even msg pon da cm xtau nk ckp pe..Fine la..I dun give a damn for what he has done.Just let it be..Im also confused with my status now.It's so complicated n hard to describe.I've been talked to hana bout this but still mcm xtng lg.hurm.I wanna let u all know i'm not totally in love with him anymore.full stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The 2nd part of my life story begins.This is what i'm trying to tell hana just now.But,she said that her proxy is not working well.It's ok..Malya akan story..About few weeks ago,my friend zmn skola dlu ttbe ctct blk.He wasn't a bainunian but frm one of the well known school in perak..I adored him suatu masa dahulu.hahaha did u all know i pnah ske indian guy@ guy yg mix indian??hoho the oldies story come again.He's pan asian.Pan asian kah??haha His grandfather is indian so do his dad.hoho n his face ok la to me..malay+indian..haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;One nyte,die luahkn la mcm he likes me.haha cant be serious! kunun da trpikat la pe la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;but i wat bodo je..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;now,he treats me like his gf..called me syg la pe la..bt i refused to treat him like he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sometimes,i tot mcm i akn dpt ape yg i nak dulu..hahaha klakar kan??even xmluap2 mcm dlu,but i still rase..i do LIKE him!! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SUKA xsmestinya CINTA..that's the fact..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;For this time being,i just lyn mcm bese..afta this i xtau..coz he'll be leaving..He's going to be a medical student at Royal College of Surgeons,Ireland..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gosh! xlame lg akn sgt jauh frm him..n dun tink we're meant to be togetha..haha At least,he's my friend..Itu da ckup..Even ade la rse cm sdey but im chilled..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Im not like b4 yg ske flirty2..but sape tau he's goin to be my life partner..Aminn..Doctor kan..sape xmau..=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ape2 pun..i love being single now..Im free..Hve fun with friends is more joyful! Dun wori.. i'll wait for my dream guy..he will be comin soon..Hopefully..Amin..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6049876231863037554?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6049876231863037554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6049876231863037554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6049876231863037554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6049876231863037554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/07/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma..'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-4878845838972984861</id><published>2008-06-27T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T12:44:23.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;" do you know wut ur problem is, naz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;U memamg tak boleh tengok org lain lebih dr u kan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;did i say those words?&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES &lt;/span&gt;i did.i really did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it happened about a yr ago, it took place in clc and the main casts of this so-called tragic scene are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;NAZUAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;HANA&lt;/span&gt;.hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we fought over the smallest stupidest thing ever, jz bcoz of the ending of our drama, tasked by our english lecturer. okay, there is no need to elaborate more.when i come to think of dis,i keep telling myself,"eh bodohnye la aku.bnde kecik pon nk jd isu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and later we were not in the speaking term for a few mnths. he even called me puaka!hahaha.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;JAHAT&lt;/span&gt; u naz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n yesterday was our 1st time hanging out together after wut happened. yesterday, i realized hw much i miss all those moments we had before. i miss all the gossiping sessions wif him.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I REALLY DO&lt;/span&gt;.nazuan is the type of person u dun wana mess up wif n u dun wana let go as a friend.hes really gud in cheering u up n he noes hw to make u laugh n he even noes hw to make you CRY.believe me!!&lt;br /&gt;we even brought up the issue of our "gaduh scene" n we both laughed at our own stupidity or shud i call it immaturity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WUTEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i did learn sumthin precious of wut happened.apart of me, i thank God dat dis happened to me,to us."jgn percaya ckp org 100%".dats wut i have learnt, a very good lesson indeed.u see hw "A MOUTH" can actually destroy one's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough reminiscing!! lets talk about GET SMART!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;me, shoba n nazuan went to watch get smart last nite n i rated 5 stars for dis movie. thanx to naz sbb belanja ticket.hehe. i jz couldnt stop laughing while watchin dis movie. u shud see hw smart max is as the CIA. our tenses in miss monique's class have peen paid-off after watching dis movie.hahaha.u guys patut pegi tgk dis movie.its worth it.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*hana*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-4878845838972984861?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4878845838972984861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=4878845838972984861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4878845838972984861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4878845838972984861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-know-wut-ur-problem-is-naz-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6307244557504809011</id><published>2008-06-26T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:07:48.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be leaving soon. I'll be going to Paris in a few hours time. OMG! I'm so sad actually. Pagi tadi lepas bangun tidur I saw Waffy crying. I asked him nape dia nangis but then he didn't answer  and keep on crying. Actually, I tau nape dia nangis. Adoi je. Waffy ni, dia buat I nak nangis skali snanye. But, I tried my best not to cry in front of him. Iskk. I said to him, 'Nnt if da nak g skola, cari Angah kat atas. Angah kat attic.' And, few minutes later, he came. He didn't say anything but then just salam and kissed me. Then dia nangis balik. Adoi je la Waffy, nape la awak nangis. Kan Angah pun da nak nangis same nih. Sentimental betul la budak nih. Then bila I turun bawah, dia x g skola lagi. Tapi dia tgh nangis kat depan. Adoi, Waffy, Waffy. I told him to study hard n jgn lawan cakap mama. Lagi teruk dia nangis lepas tu. By the time dia nak g skola, he was still crying. I hugged him, I felt like crying but I just tahan je. I don't wanna cry. I've been dealing with this kind of feeling for almost 5 years. For all these years, I've been crying on the plane on my way back to Malaysia. I never cried in front of my family bila time nak balik, Malaysia. I akan tunggu sampai dalam plane baru I akan nangis. Heh. Okay, enough for now. Gotta go. Haven't finish packing yet. Uncle Mansor will be here anytime by now. Gonna miss everything here. I miss everything already. =(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6307244557504809011?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6307244557504809011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6307244557504809011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6307244557504809011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6307244557504809011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-to-go.html' title='Time to go.'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-728535842833618759</id><published>2008-06-25T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:24:01.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;I AM HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeayyyy!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i deserve dis happiness after wut i went through for those past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY is my happiest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like the whole world is mine.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to shoba, lets just keep of wut happened to ourselves, okay?=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;and heres something dat i wud like to share wif u guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="f22"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Younger man + older woman = Happy marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hat would a star couple have in common with the Iyers? &lt;span class="f12"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like Bollywood stars Abhishek Bachchan and Aishwarya Rai, Gitanjali and Subodh Iyer, bank professionals from Mumbai, also have an age difference of three years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gitanjali is older than Subodh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talk to them about this and they laugh. "It doesn't matter any more," says Gitanjali, "We had almost forgotten about these small things." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But was it a 'small thing' when they got married? "It wasn't," she admits. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both of them came from traditional families. Gitanjali is a Sindhi and Subodh a South Indian. They met in State Bank of India and fell in love. When the couple decided to get married, they realised it was not going to be an easy journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to decide on a strategy to tackle their respective parents. "We sat and discussed how we are going to go about it," says Subodh, "It was not a conventional marriage. Firstly, it was an intercaste match. And then, I was younger than the bride."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Maturity levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maturity levels of both the partners can make or break a marriage. That was the case with Ernest and Yasmin Remedios. Yasmin, a writer and yoga teacher, met Ernest, who works for E-serve, an IT company, while on a hiking trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The romance blossomed despite the age difference. "Our age was never a problem," says Yasmin. "Ernest is more mature when it comes to finance, home, and I don't think I would be able to manage without his support," she feels. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It also helped that they got the support of their respective families. She says their ethnic backgrounds are close (Yasmin is a Parsi and Ernest is Christian), as such both their parents were ok with the relationship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not everyone is lucky, though. Priya (name changed) was dating her friend, who was four years younger than her. "We were truly in love with each other to begin with," she says, "As time went by I realised that the enthusiasm that I had fallen for was actually childishness. I continued with the relationship in the hope that maturity would creep in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she recollects, that did not happen. Though both their families had accepted their relationship, Priya eventually broke up with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to her, different women have different tolerance levels. "Younger men generally get attracted to older women because they see a more mature and responsible person in her," says Priya. "When a woman accepts this responsibility, the relationship works fine. But when a woman cannot be a mother-figure all the time, that's when the problems begin."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Career and money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons why younger men end up with older women is because of the financial stability she offers. Rita Pandey, a psychiatrist from Pune, recounts the story of her cousin, a gazetted officer, who married her office assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl, 30, married her 26-year old subordinate after putting him through night school to improve his English. Since he came from a modest background, she helped him apply for loans that would help them live independently. "She also makes him take exams regularly to further his career," Rita says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Expert speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage counsellor Ratna Khemani says, "We've grown up with the traditional idea of a husband protecting the wife, caring for her, earning for her after they are married. That has changed today because both are qualified and earning." However, Ratna cautions that a big age disparity has led many couples to separate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If there is an eight to nine-year gap, the chance of it working out seems less bright. The first few years of bliss will be replaced by tension resulting from the insecurities that often creep up in a woman's mind," she says. Something as common as friends too can widen the rift between couples, as both sets have different mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress too plays a role in the breakdown of these marriages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Today marriages between older women and younger men don't often work because of stress in everyday life. Criticism over expectations, fears and a suspicious nature add to the problems," she says. Financial disparity also plays a very key role, she adds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surprisingly, child bearing is never considered a problem because many high-powered couples do not even think of having a child these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all these disparities, however, Ratna says these marriages can work if:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both want it to work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both love, trust, and respect each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adjust to and understand each other's needs, and &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are there for each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sb2"&gt;" If you like/love a woman who is older than you, then there comes the point, and age is not a concern if both of them are satisfied in the looks,maturity,love,understanding and affection".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="f12"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hana*=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wml_version_ends --&gt;  &lt;!--printer_version--&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-728535842833618759?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/728535842833618759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=728535842833618759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/728535842833618759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/728535842833618759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-happy-yeeayyyy-i-think-i-deserve.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8017126183730768966</id><published>2008-06-24T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:41:58.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;i am bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this boredom is killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;"i am praying for a better day tomorrow,way much more better".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-8017126183730768966?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8017126183730768966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8017126183730768966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8017126183730768966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8017126183730768966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/boredom.html' title='BOREDOM'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8948480798436417815</id><published>2008-06-22T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:54:15.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;call me kuno, outdated, jakun or wutsoever but yesterday was my 1st time pegi one utama lps their renovation about a yr ago.  OMG, the new OU is freaking big.tersgt besar.n believe me it took me about 6hrs utk habiskn tour around OU. n its not too much for me to say dat its about 4 times bigger than jj melaka.i nvr tought dat dis new OU wud be dis big lps renovation. dah la mmg dah besar before renovation dulu, tambah plk another wing.haa lucky me, terfikir plk nk pki flopper.&lt;br /&gt;i wud hv blisters all over my feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;IF NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n there was this one modern malay family which is way toooo modern dah dat captured my attention. i was so not to say impressed or amazed. neither dat i was  proud of dis family. but kudos to their family bonding. okay enough about wut i feel about dis family. it does not matter since i'll leave it to u guys to judge. here we go. the father is about 50++ wif white hair all over his head, not forgotten baju y sgt fit, believe me,dat shirt was so damn *@#*. it does make sense if hes a teenager but hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;UNCLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, u r jz too "young" for dis..ha ha and the mother is around 40++ but looks tremendously gorgeous and stunning wif the hair-style y sgt cun wif a tight red pants and blouse. together wif them, 3 hot hot hot girls which i believe their daughters. their outfit, wow!hot pants n baby-t. i NEVER get to wear dis when am wif my parents.ha ha ha. well i can say dat their family bonding is so STRONG. it was shown!the father kissing the daughters, the daughters kissing the father, the mother hugging and kissing the father all way long.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my besties, one day nnt kte pegi okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-8948480798436417815?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8948480798436417815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8948480798436417815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8948480798436417815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8948480798436417815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-saturday-morning.html' title='one saturday morning'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-461664114947069578</id><published>2008-06-20T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:33:31.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Kalau ada orang cakap angah da gemuk, jawab je macam ni: Nak buat macam mane, dapat Boyfriend kaya, suka buat lawak pulak tu, hari² gelak, hati pun senang.' =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the words yg Aunty Roza taught me. She said, if anybody tegur n cakap saya da gemuk, just say these words. Org tu sure x cakap pape da. Hehe. =). Thanks to Aunty Roza. I'll follow your advice by saying these words to whoever that will tegur me. =). I kind of missed Aunty Roza already. She told us so many jokes. For the whole 3 days we laughed a lot. I mean like we are seriously laughing and we just can't stop. BTW, did you know that gelak banyak² boleh buat org tu jadi gemuk? Huhu. No wonder la why I'm getting bigger and bigger day by day. LOL. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;left. I'll be going to Paris on the 26th and my flight will be on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;28th afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait to be back to meet my friends but at the same time I'm sad cuz I have to leave my family. No more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama's cooking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after this. No more being stupid with&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayong and Ieqa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after this. No more usik²&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waffy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and no more screaming at&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raffy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;after this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more watching football with the whole family in front of the t.v after this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'll miss all of these. I'll be staying alone in Sitiawan for a whole week. Glad that I'll be back to Muadzam, at least I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Nina, Nadz and Fara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;there. I won't feel lonely anymore I guess. Glad that I'll be going to Malacca to meet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;and probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dla and Malya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there. Glad that I get to meet up with my friends. At least I have them. Thanks a lot dearest friends. I don't know how my world will be without all of you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Ayong, I'll remember your words. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Aku rasa kau akan end up kawin ng Best Friend kau or someone yang kau da kenal lama and rapat.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I hope that your words won't come true, or else my love story akan jadi xbest! =P. I'm not that choosy like what you said okay. I just want someone yang menepati citarasa je. =P. So, please pray for me so that I'll get my Prince Charming one day. =). Don't worry, I'll pray for you too and I hope that 'you-know-who' will learn his lesson. And, you deserve someone much much more better. =). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Ieqa, Good Luck for your Bac. Hope you'll pass with flying colours. I know you can do it cuz I kept on nagging at you so that you'll read you books. =P. Ingat, jgn nnt aku da balik, kau termimpi² aku pulak. Xpun, nnt ada opah macam dalam cte congkak tu pulak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Ieqa, marila baca buku ng Opah'.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BOL! =P. Get good results so that you'll get to go to any University with your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;own qualifications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and because of your usaha for all these years. Bukan dgn guna org dalam, okay? That is not a good way to start your future. =P. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, enough for today. I can't continue giving these pesanan or else I'll cry here. OMG! IMYA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-zafirahrosland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-461664114947069578?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/461664114947069578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=461664114947069578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/461664114947069578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/461664114947069578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/counting-days.html' title='Counting the days...'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-5283510018213321198</id><published>2008-06-20T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:59:15.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;oh man! i've 'bout 2more weeks before my hols ends up..i feel so sad..havent u feel like u were forced to do sumtin that annoyed u?Here i am..rase kjap sgt cuti ni..tgk2 it's almost 2months hols..Once i thought bout 'Terengganu" i was like..huhhh...i am going to DIE..im not happy there..totally not! the environment,the ppl and even more my friends..they aren't suitable for me..they are so disgusting even ade yg ok.yg tu xpela lg..i dun even know why this feelings must came out..for the sake of my parents,my ambition n especially my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NUTRITION &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;book..Sy sggup balik terennganu..huh For this coming sem,im not ready yet actually.How can i stand with En Aziz classes ( Food lab )..well u know he's so strict and always mumbling. But i know he is a good person anyway.These all about my study.But my personal feelings,im so upset when i am going to lose someone.He is my bf.He will be a sailor on the next month..and ill be all alone here.Gosh! It will be tremendously boring without him all the way in my life..No messaging,No phone call,No teasing..And i have to berthn slama setahun..It's so bad! Hopefully ive chances to meet my besties so that ill forget those my bad feelings 100%..Harap2 leh meet u all soon..I've loads of story to tell u..hehe Angah n I will make a plan for our gathering next sem..xsbr gila!! That's all for now..Miss u guys! Now I am happy when ive started to think about us and no more sadness till i meet my bffs..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;                                                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;                                                                              MALYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-5283510018213321198?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5283510018213321198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=5283510018213321198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5283510018213321198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5283510018213321198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-feelings.html' title='My Feelings'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8513510151973860672</id><published>2008-06-17T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:49:44.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kakak's phone call:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;kakak : adik balik tak minggu ni?balik la &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;me      : adik ingat nk balik nex week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;kakak : ala balik dis week la. masak ikan steam dgn lasagna &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;              teman kakak pegi alamanda sat ari sabtu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;me      : [those really turned me on=)]ha ok la kot. nnt adik msg kakak balik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand the boredom anymore. this is the 1st week and everyone is still not in the mood for lectures. some of my friends are not even back yet. so, I AM GOIN BACK, back to kl.ok dat's it. i've made up my mind and i am goin back to kl tomoro mornin. plus there is no class on thursday n so is friday. so what is there to think of anymore?i shud just pack my things and i am all ready to go back to kl to be wif my sister, hariz, dina and dhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hana-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-8513510151973860672?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8513510151973860672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8513510151973860672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8513510151973860672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8513510151973860672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/kakaks-phone-call-kakak-adik-balik-tak.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3472274775494698439</id><published>2008-06-17T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:35:40.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SFdlUvrkHBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iAbMapviTpQ/s1600-h/P6160036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212746500775615506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SFdlUvrkHBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iAbMapviTpQ/s320/P6160036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt; Jocelyn et Moi. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday was my last class. Xsempat nak update smalam cuz I was a bit busy. Hrrmm, sedar² da nak habis da pun cuti. I have about a week left and I'll be flying off babeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was quite awkward. I was the only girl in class. Heh. Lucracia and Svetlana can't make it I guess. By the end of class, everybody wished me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Bonne Chance'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;'Au revoir'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I stayed there for about 10 minutes, talking to Jocelyn n thanked her for teaching me french. We talked about few things. She asked me about my studies in Malaysia n so on. Then she told me about her son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pierre Emmanual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who's doing commerce right now. ^^. Hehe. After finish talking, we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kissed goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hugged&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;for quite a long time. I was supposed to back home but I decided to take a walk alone in town. As I was walking to the bus stop from that building, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I felt really sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And suddenly all I know is that tears are already rolling down my cheeks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jocelyn is a great teacher. She's very very patient and she never give up explaining. She's a great one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to miss her when I'm back in Malaysia. Trust me, you won't find that kind of teacher in Malaysia. People like her is one in a million. She said that she has a good memory of me, and so do I. I do have a very good memory of her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Jocelyn, thanks for everything. thanks for teaching me french. Although its not that much, but for me, it's more than enough. Thanks for the memories. =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-zafirahrosland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-3472274775494698439?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3472274775494698439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3472274775494698439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3472274775494698439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3472274775494698439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks.html' title='Thanks. =)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SFdlUvrkHBI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iAbMapviTpQ/s72-c/P6160036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6651082188858695653</id><published>2008-06-16T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:25:41.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the new sem begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;uwh shit!!i am rite here in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;MELAKA &lt;/span&gt;again. do u guys noe wut dis means?BYE BYE to happiness n joy. WELCOME to the "greatest hell" ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;i wud say my last holiday was extremely superb. n yesterday was the 1st time i felt berat hati kind of feelin because i had to go back to melaka.i was so not in the mood to go back to melaka. to my ayah who had a surgery on his left eye recently, i really hope dat u 'll get well soon. thanx a bunch to those yang mendoakan kesihatan my ayah. okay, here we go. I hv a few reasons to consider my holiday as extremely superb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;firstly, dat was the 1st holiday tak gaduh dgn mama langsung. gaduh sounds harsh.no no its not gaduh but more to merajuk.it felt really great.haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;secondly, i spent about a week wif my two cousins, angah n uda cookin, sharin stories, lepakin at burmese pool and so many other gila n fun stuffs. believe me when i say gila n fun.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;thirdly, there was a gathering of the five of us which was suppposed to be six[convent friends]. suhaila could not make it since she was still in UIA takin her short sem. they came to my house for lunch n  we chatted like 10 tahun x jumpa. i wud say wideeya was the penceria of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;to nani, adleen, farleen n wideeya, thanx for comin guys. i really had a great time. uwh ya thanx a bunch to adleen n wideeya for the kenduri gifts n rendang tok yang sgt sedap. sorry for not being able to attend ur brother's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;fourthly, saya berjaya masak kentang putar dan ikan siakap steam.[not to be riak=)] okay, kentang putar sounds really weird.haha.its also called whipped or mashed potato. i had my very own version of the sauce n it was not to say sampai menjilat jari but okay la. and ikan siakap steam tak hanyir. most importantly, my parents loved it. i tried to cook dis wif my sister b4 but the ikan turned out to be hanyir. but now we noe dat we shud put banyak-banyak halia so dat the ikan will not be hanyir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;fifthly, 3 days before my holiday ended, i checked my result n guess wut?miracle miracle miracle!alhamdulillah.i am happy wif my result.most importantly, sik ching peng's paper. i was not wrong when i said i love you on the other day.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;i have a new roomie ppl. i felt terribly sad when kak nadia, my former roomie was not around when i  stepped in my room yesterday. kenapa lah kak nadia kena pegi practical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;the surrounding of my room is totally different now. there's only kak nadia's curtain left to remind me of her. uwh i am so gona miss you kak nadia. there's no more any chit-chattin n gossiping session before i sleep. sob sob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;uwh lets talk about my new roomie. shes okay but i hvnt got the chance to get to noe her dat well yet. 1st impression, okay!shes obviously not the feminine type n she even asked me akak ni mesti gurlish type kn?haha.u hv no choice. u have to bear wif me.i am jz hopin dat she'll be a good roomie n someone dat i can count on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever it is, the new sem has started. new sem, new determination. lets jz pray for the best for my 2nd year here=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-hana-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6651082188858695653?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6651082188858695653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6651082188858695653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6651082188858695653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6651082188858695653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/uwh-shiti-am-rite-here-in-melaka-again.html' title='when the new sem begins'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1940630571742779185</id><published>2008-06-15T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:40:02.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I AM BACK!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-hana-&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/6208796160740606253-1940630571742779185?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1940630571742779185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1940630571742779185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1940630571742779185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1940630571742779185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-back-hana.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1329908986503522244</id><published>2008-06-13T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T02:51:08.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! weee~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hello buddies! am so sory coz its been ages i left our blog n write nutin..i was quite bz lately till i noticed that i hve to update maself.to zafira,am so sory to hear bout ur prob.let me make a wild guess!! yeah..i know who's dat guy..if not mistaken la..to hana, im hoping that ur father will always be in a good condition and u MUST take a good care towards him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have a story n from this story i would like to advice all my friends,dun u ever neglect ur parents or even more hurt 'em at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do have a cousin n i noticed that u guys knoe who he is..2weeks ago,i attended his wedding with a lovely baju kurung special for his wedding,make up bagai org gila n all that stuffs.im so excited for the wedding bcoz he's the 1st cucu my late atuk yg kawin.everybody very bz just for his wedding.im not blaming him,but i knoe that's his fault.the wedding was held in Pj in a big hall.i knoe he's engineer n he wanted sumtin that sgt grand n  looked wealthy.but the things that happened were embarrassed US so muchh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at about 10.30 am i arrived there n i just take a looked around..n it wasn't so bad..but the hall wasn't like a "wealthy" look as he wanted to..i felt so weird..but i just ignored it.i dont bother bout that..haha i was waitin there without doing nutin about half an hour..there's some ppl came n just sit.poor them.actually,the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;foods are not there!!&lt;/span&gt; ppl dtg makin ramai n just sit again..all of sudden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one of my uncle dtg tergesa2 n called all my aunties to discuss sumtin.yeah..im interested n i joined them..OMG!!!! u knoe wut..the caterer was ranaway with 12k!!!! gosh! we were so panic n blur..i cant doin nutin..my aunties dh mcm naik gila tawu x.n my Mak ngah especially dah nk pengsan.can u imagine d situation dat tyme?? it was so horrible!! afta a several suggestions,they decided to order foods from maple..MAPLE???sgt kesian..n mamak tu asked us 8K as early as we can..if no money,mamak wouldn't cook 4 us!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dgn keadaan tergesa2,we found out 8K! mamak ttp kdai n cook for the wedding..klakar glee!! makan beradap pon mamak's foods!! haha we watched on the tv,but it happened in reality life..we cant arranged all His faith..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My cousin meraung2 in his car for what happened in his wedding.n he told us he didnt has any money anymore! poor him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he's actually too trusted to wedding planner n the wedding planner was found while he's browsing the net..how bodoh he is??hurmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unfortunately,his parents didnt knoe all bout the wedding planner n they wouldn't knoe well bout their son's planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See,how bad a son to his parents? i dun wanna bukak pekung my fam..but it's just as a lesson to us..Allah wont  bless for all our plans if we neglect our parents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To all my peeps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;learn from the past..take this story as a lesson..i dun wanna this 'memorable moment' happen again among us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I Love U all guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Written by: Mellyare_malya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-1329908986503522244?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1329908986503522244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1329908986503522244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1329908986503522244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1329908986503522244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-weee.html' title='I&apos;m back! weee~'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-9005842629303493486</id><published>2008-06-12T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:22:30.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't have much to say actually. But there's this feeling that kept bothering me. And of course it's not a good one. It annoys me very very much. I have a friend, I knew this friend for years. We were not that close before. But since we've finished our SPM, kitorg makin rapat. I mean rapat like bestfriends, for me la. But I don't know dia anggap macam mana. Then after few years, til now, dia da ade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;. At first, he didn't tell me yg dia da ada GF. I found out myself. But, I don't mind at all. Then bila I asked him about his GF, dia macam nak tanak jawab. He asked me how did I know bout that. Come on la, letak dalam Fs n all that thingy, org daripada tatau pun bole tau. Adoi je la. At that time, I was talking with him on the phone. Then he hung up. He texted me few minutes later, saying that he likes me n he cares bout me but I didn't give him any hints.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waddahel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He is my friend n I believe that I am not supposed to like him more than friends! Well I do love him, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as a friend n not more than that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;. For the time being, I just can accept him as my friend. But, a few days later our friendship went on as usual. Until right now, I don't feel like this friendship is a normal friendship. He kept on saying things that he is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not suppose to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;. Okay maybe he meant nothing but for me certain things mean a lot to me. Kitorg macam slalu la balas² comment dalam Fs. The way he comment tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;x macam seorg kawan mengcomment kawan dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;. Org lain pun bole nampak benda ni. I really don't understand him. Maybe right now, dia tgh ade problem or what so ever dengan GF dia. But then, if you ade problem dgn your GF, go and settle it properly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't do this to me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; I don't wanna be the reason why you break up with your GF one day! I believe yg dia couple ng that girl because he likes her n he loves her. So, just go on with your relationship as usual. If ade problem, settle kan la betul² n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't FLIRT with other people especially ME!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I really hate it okay. I don't like this feeling. Seriously, I don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucking &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;like it. That day, I terbaca comment his GF and ade bau² jealous la because dia slalu online ng I n slalu balas² comment. Come on la, treat your GF the way you are supposed to. If both of you really love each other, find a way so that korg xkan ade problem yg macam remeh² ni.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sick of it okay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;. Seriously I don't know sampai bila akan macam ni. I hate it very² much. I don't like this feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fucking &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-zafirahrosland&lt;/em&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/6208796160740606253-9005842629303493486?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/9005842629303493486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=9005842629303493486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/9005842629303493486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/9005842629303493486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sick-of-it.html' title='I&apos;m sick of it!'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-4791877445725857796</id><published>2008-05-30T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:48:18.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy I am. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just came back from today's class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well, it was okay I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm starting to like the class n the teacher too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She's cute n kind hearted of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I have about &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a month left&lt;/span&gt; here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm doing my countdown right now.*sigh*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wanna go back but I don't wanna go back. OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey, u wanna know something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;My friend is getting married!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She was my former schoolmate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Aaawww, I'm sssooo happy for her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think she's the first person to get married among us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Best kan nak kawin da? Hehe. =P. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She'll be having her majlis akad nikah tonight n her majlis bersanding tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Congratulations Aznifah! I'm happy for u! Hope berbahagia hingga ke akhir hayat. =).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ain't it sweet n great to get married with the person u love n knowing that u r already his, u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;'re gonna live with him forever. OMG! I can't imagine myself doing that. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Talking about getting married, I've always wanted to get married on &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;11.11.11&lt;/span&gt;. LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I like that date. But then, I don't even know wether I can get married on that day or not. Heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Only God knows. &lt;/span&gt;=). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ouh yeah, I called &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hana&lt;/span&gt; just now. Guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;She's happy! And I'm happy for her too. =). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I know that 'call' means alot to her. Glad to hear that my loved ones are happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I hope &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Malya&lt;/span&gt;'s happy too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh, I miss them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can't wait to go back to see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But then I don't wanna go back cuz I wanna stay here with my family.*sigh*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Whatever it is, wether I want it or not, I still have to go back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Okay then, enough for today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm so happy today cuz I'm happy for my friends. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Love u guys so mucho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*mwah*mwah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-4791877445725857796?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/4791877445725857796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=4791877445725857796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4791877445725857796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/4791877445725857796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-i-am.html' title='Happy I am. =)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3971103336486480108</id><published>2008-05-27T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:58:50.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to make a girl smile? =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt; Tell her she is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not fine, or sexy, or hot&lt;/span&gt;)       &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hold her hand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;at any moment . . . even if its just for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a second &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her on the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;forehead..&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;voice messages&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to wake up to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;When she is upset,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hold her tight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tell her how much she means to you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;small things&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;. . . they usually mean the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pick her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;over all the other girls you hang out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Write her notes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(she loves them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Introduce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;her to family and friends . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;as your girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Play with her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pick her up&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tickle her,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;play-wrestle with her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;in the park and just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;funny jokes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;tell her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;stupid jokes,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;or just tell her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Let her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;fall asleep&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;in your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;she's mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;at you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Give her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;piggyback rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Bring her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Treat&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;her the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; same&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; your friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;as you do when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you're alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;her in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;her take as many&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;pictures of you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;as she wants.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kiss her in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;If you're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;with her . . .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I found this while i was browsing AGAIN. I've nothing to do than just sit in front of this computer everyday. Duhh. Well, whatever it is, I think that these ways are kind of sweet. Except for that 'piggy back ride'. Heh, I can't imagine how on earth 'my husband to be or my boyfriend to be' is going to give me that 'piggy back ride' since that I'm wayy too heavy for him I guess. LOL. And, for that 'bring her flowers' thingy, wouldn't it be nicer if 'bring her flowers n chocolates' ? Hehe. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;-zafirahrosland-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-3971103336486480108?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3971103336486480108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3971103336486480108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3971103336486480108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3971103336486480108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/ways-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='Ways to make a girl smile? =)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-500784928381244011</id><published>2008-05-22T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:12:04.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I miss them and I miss these moments that I had with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202903629655946898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRtSPY7tpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yBU1XhWbZbM/s320/5kappa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 Kappa (Annual Dinner 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SMK Raja Permaisuri Bainun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202907331917756162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRwpvY7twI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bHz3mOBTIwc/s320/wana5..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wana, Zafirah, Hana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRvSfY7tuI/AAAAAAAAACk/o99nBG8ZJO4/s1600-h/wif+ruffedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202905832974169826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRvSfY7tuI/AAAAAAAAACk/o99nBG8ZJO4/s320/wif+ruffedge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Dla, Zafirah &amp;amp; Ruffedge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRuvvY7tsI/AAAAAAAAACU/MtCfrHktGZA/s1600-h/zafira%2Bmalya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202905235973715650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRuvvY7tsI/AAAAAAAAACU/MtCfrHktGZA/s320/zafira%2Bmalya2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Zafirah &amp;amp; Malya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melaka 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRt8vY7trI/AAAAAAAAACM/j9A-02NzJG0/s1600-h/tlk+batik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202904359800387250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRt8vY7trI/AAAAAAAAACM/j9A-02NzJG0/s320/tlk+batik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nany, Dla, Zafirah, Malya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pulau Pangkor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRtq_Y7tqI/AAAAAAAAACE/8bgq8ap-zTA/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202904054857709218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRtq_Y7tqI/AAAAAAAAACE/8bgq8ap-zTA/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Zafirah,&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hana&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Malya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hotel Seri Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRs7_Y7toI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SRUuBwhRQyE/s1600-h/%40komuterstation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202903247403857538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRs7_Y7toI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SRUuBwhRQyE/s320/%40komuterstation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; L-R:&lt;/span&gt; Nany, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dla&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Zafirah,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Komuter Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;XOXO,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Zafirah a.k.a Angah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-500784928381244011?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/500784928381244011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=500784928381244011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/500784928381244011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/500784928381244011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-them-and-i-miss-these-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SDRtSPY7tpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/yBU1XhWbZbM/s72-c/5kappa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7594834683309877140</id><published>2008-05-19T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:26:04.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Quotes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; is perfect, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There are some ways you have to bend, to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;compromise&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to give something in order to gain something greater. But the love we have for each other is &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bigger &lt;/span&gt;than those small differences,&lt;br /&gt;and that's the key. It's like a big pie chart, &amp;amp; the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;in a relationship has to be the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;biggest piece&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love can make up for a lot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;character&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is based on what you&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for. Your&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;reputation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is based on what you&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fall&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; falling down, then you aren't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very hard. You're&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;playing it safe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;staying in your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;comfort zone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You aren't getting any better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fear of failure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is a cruel &amp;amp; stupid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9966;"&gt;trick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; we pull on ourselves.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fact that the fear of failure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;us from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt; going after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;our goals &amp;amp; dreams means that we have already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;failed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ask you this:&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;who cares if you fail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brilliant people fail every single day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Well, I found these quotes while i was browsing the net today so I decided to post them in this blog. Got nothing else to do than just sit in front of this PC. God, I'm so fcuking BORING! So, enjoy reading the quotes. These quotes are motivational . I jus love reading quotes. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Zafirah a.k.a Angah&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/6208796160740606253-7594834683309877140?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7594834683309877140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7594834683309877140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7594834683309877140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7594834683309877140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8359451030201261108</id><published>2008-05-17T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:15:57.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I AM A SUCCESSFUL SPENDER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;U WISH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a successful spender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hv u ever wondered what is wrong with ur spending patterns and WHY "enough" simply &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i hv been wondering those for years n years n today i know the answer.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 "HIGHLY WISHED" habits of a so not successful spender:'i consider myself one'=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. ANTICIPATE YOUR NEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;DS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the practice of thinking ahead and anticipating what my needs are going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;be. *oh my!this is extremely "fucking" hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. REWARD YOURSELVES DIFFERENTLY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not consider activity of shopping to reward yourself. can i?*shopping is a good therapy.it really is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. BARTER SKILLS NOT CASH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;change the perception of spending. practice barter system.*uwh yeah!sharing is caring.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4. WHERE POSSIBLE, BUY USED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;recognize only the intrinsic value of a product instead of seeing the value of an item in its packaging and see nothing wrong with buying pre-owned products.*whoever denies the fact that attractive packaging attract more customers, raise up your hand!n I AM SO NOT GONNA buy pre-owned products.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. SPEND SLOWLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;never carry more cash than needed.*this sounds good but it is not easy though.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;6. PAY BY CASH NOT DEBT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;never buy anythin on debt unless if it is considered as an in investment which helps to earn more money.*ABSOLUTELY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-8359451030201261108?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8359451030201261108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8359451030201261108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8359451030201261108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8359451030201261108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-successful-spender-ow-u-wish-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-72836846160112220</id><published>2008-05-16T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:51:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;EXACTLY 7 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; before my last paper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.R.E.E.D.O.M!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeay yeay!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO LOOKING FORWARD to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd may       - final exam of beta trimester 3 officially ENDS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;24th may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        - balik tangkak, my anty's house since angah n uda are back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                            [ cousins' reunion]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;27th may&lt;/span&gt;        -  balik taiping, my hometown. GOD knows hw much i miss my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                            hometown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                HEAVEN'S KITCHEN, wait for me okay?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                ada banyak new recipe invention in my head=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SC0qNPY7thI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f-oQO9wev7Q/s1600-h/739252236_5c7901ed69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SC0qNPY7thI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f-oQO9wev7Q/s320/739252236_5c7901ed69.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200859551640565266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;30th may     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- attend kak ain's wedding, so-called family relatives reunion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;oh my! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                              i have to khatam al-Quran on the nite before the wedding.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                              i am a BIG microphone n crowd FREAK okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;7th june&lt;/span&gt;        - attend dla's sister's engagement.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                             most importantly, HIGHLIGHT of the day and month, jumpa my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUR   ADILAH ROSLI&gt;&gt;kerinduan yang terlampau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SC0ryvY7tiI/AAAAAAAAABE/oZre6a3YcRM/s1600-h/1_601329016l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SC0ryvY7tiI/AAAAAAAAABE/oZre6a3YcRM/s320/1_601329016l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200861295397287458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;early of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;july&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- ANGAH'S COMIN.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SC0tOPY7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/EKcPsVWzfDc/s1600-h/1_962484641l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SC0tOPY7tlI/AAAAAAAAABc/EKcPsVWzfDc/s320/1_962484641l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200862867355317842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;*HANA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-72836846160112220?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/72836846160112220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=72836846160112220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/72836846160112220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/72836846160112220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_15.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/SC0qNPY7thI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f-oQO9wev7Q/s72-c/739252236_5c7901ed69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-8985724037318618710</id><published>2008-05-15T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:59:58.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HAPPY=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;100% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i hv the right to laugh out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;CONTRACT II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is finally OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;therefore my silence for those past 3 days is permissible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n now i am back rite here in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hilang hidup utk past 3 days sbb 80% of my life was devoted for  CONTRACT II. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;now all i need is a lil bit of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss sik, please help me to get through dis paper okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sbbnye i started to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; you since midterm dat day.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hw i wish i cud hv my besties rite here at this very moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;boleh share dis happiness sama sama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sigh*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HANA*&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/6208796160740606253-8985724037318618710?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/8985724037318618710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=8985724037318618710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8985724037318618710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/8985724037318618710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/100-happiness-in-me.html' title='HAPPY HAPPY=)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3685957809476366499</id><published>2008-05-15T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:04:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I never knew perfection till&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I heard you speak and now it kills me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just to hear you say the simple things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now waking up is hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And sleeping is impossible too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everything's reminding me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s not right, not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Say the words that you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe we’re better off this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m not fine, I’m in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s harder everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe we’re better off this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s better that we break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A fool to let you slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I chase you just to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You’re scared and that you think that I’m insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I see you look so nice from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pity I can’t see it clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;While you’re standing there, it disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s not right, not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Say the word it should say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe we’re better off this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m not fine, I’m in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s harder everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe we’re better off this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s better that we break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saw you sitting all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You’re fragile and you’re cold, but that’s all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Life these days is getting rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;They’ve knocked you down and beat you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But it’s just a rollercoaster anyway, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s not right, not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Say the words that you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe we’re better off this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m not fine, I’m in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s harder everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe we’re better off this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m not fine, not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Say the words that you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe we’re better off this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’m not fine, I’m in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s harder everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maybe we’re better off this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s better that we break, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is one nice song by &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;. I love this song so much! It explains like everything! When I first heard this song, it reminds me of certain people that had once been in my life and maybe some of them are still in my life but we're just...I just don't know how to explain it. Sometimes it just get so hard to explain things. But, whatever it is, I wanna thank all the people that had been in my life. No matter wether they are still with me or without me right now. Thanks for teaching me the meaning of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my deary beloved FRIENDS :~&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faridatun Hana Salleh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NorAmalia Misnan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nur Adilah Rosli&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hanani Mohammadiah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syazwana Zabidi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nur Shazreena Myeor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nurul Farhana Sumiran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks for eveything. Thanks for the happiness that we've shared together. Thanks for those precious moments. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love all u so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I AM MISSING U GUYS LIKE HELL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Do take care of urselves. No matter what u guys are doing right now and no matter where u guys are right now, hope all of u are doing great and I pray to God to protect all of always and I hope that my guardian angel is always with all of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infinites of 'X'es and O'es'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Zafirah a.k.a Angah-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6208796160740606253-3685957809476366499?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3685957809476366499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3685957809476366499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3685957809476366499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3685957809476366499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-5419817232546991801</id><published>2008-05-15T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:13:05.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss 'em</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;all of sudden..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i miss my peeps..my besties..my bffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;im here all alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;incredibly get insane when i cant get over it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i need sum1 to talk to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i need my hana n zafira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i need my boo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;those who i cant live without..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;n ttbe sy rase mcm nk blk uni n blaja je..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i miss my nutrition book so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;that's my only book with neatly wrapped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;coz i love spent time with it..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;arrrgggghh!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i miss everytin that permanently i belong to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;owh GOD..Kau tlglah hambaMu ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aminn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kerinduan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;+Malya+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-5419817232546991801?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/5419817232546991801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=5419817232546991801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5419817232546991801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/5419817232546991801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-miss-em.html' title='i miss &apos;em'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7918751141436935894</id><published>2008-05-13T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:23:19.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I want a guy to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;secrets,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;take me out to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;call me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;label me as his,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;write me a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ask me to dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;kiss me in the rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pass me love letters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;never forgets my birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hugs me when i'm cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tell me i'm always right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;be my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sweet escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tell me to believe that this is a fairytale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;give me &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gummy worms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;remember my favourite colours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;treat me like a star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dream about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;say that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;walk me home so i'll be safe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;play my favourite game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dance like retards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;act stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spends time with me anytime anywhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tell me that everything's gonna be okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stay together forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;let this love last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;accepts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;me just the way i am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and make me his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;one and only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i wanna be the girl &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;he's scared to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the one where he can't walk away from knowing that i'm mad at him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the one who can't fall asleep without my voice being the last one he hears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and the one he &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't live without&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want him to call me back when i hang up on him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;who will stay awake just to watch me sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the boy who kisses my forehead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;who wants to show me off to the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;who holds my hands in front of his friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;who thinks i'm just the same without make up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the one who is constantly reminding me of how much he cares about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and how &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;he is to have me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ZAfirah Rosland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-7918751141436935894?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7918751141436935894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7918751141436935894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7918751141436935894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7918751141436935894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-want.html' title='I want..'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-463371335946776119</id><published>2008-05-11T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:25:54.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEMALASAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;why cant i get my butt off dis chair n y can't i push myself to shower???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;MALAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;.fullstop!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n fyi i've been sitting on dis chair for the past almost 30 mins listening to songs, my fav songs dgn harapan dpt kasi inspiration.chewaahh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u must hv been wonderin y am i makin dis such a big deal??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;takkan la baru duduk 30mins pon bising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the fact dat i am supposed to be studyin dat matters me at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am truly mad at myself for choosing to lepak+berangan instead of STUDYIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i think i deserve to memanjakan myself coz i went to bed at 4 last nyte.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, i only hv another chapter to cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;not to be riak okay but i am givin u a gud reason y i am havin my own sweet time at the moment.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALASAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;boleh habis by tonite KOT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;if x sempat i'll hv to paksa myself not to sleep la tonite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO CHOICE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus whoever chooses to study now with dis fuckin extremely hot weather, i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;RESPECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;can share with me the secret hw to study with dis kind of weather ah??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wutever it is, i am too MALAS for anythin at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;bribe me wif shoppin therapy, money, steak or anythin but nothing turns me on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-463371335946776119?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/463371335946776119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=463371335946776119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/463371335946776119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/463371335946776119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/kemalasan.html' title='KEMALASAN'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-801521961107271774</id><published>2008-05-11T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:02:58.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY MAMA'S DAY=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this post is specially meant to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;MAMA, asmah napiah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, ma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; for every single thing n i wana let u noe dat i am completely &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; without you. u've always been the GREATEST mother n u will always be".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Semoga ALLAH akan sentiasa memberkati mama dgn kesihatan dan kehidupan yang baik. i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;MIGHT NOT&lt;/span&gt; be the greatest daughter but i will always try to be the one dat u wanted me to be."=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::HANA::&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/6208796160740606253-801521961107271774?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/801521961107271774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=801521961107271774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/801521961107271774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/801521961107271774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mamas-day.html' title='HAPPY MAMA&apos;S DAY=)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3400086450314306482</id><published>2008-05-11T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T00:48:11.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;May 11...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I wrote a new entree to all the mothers in this world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Specially dedicated to my mother&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NORARZELA BT MAT ISA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;May Allah Blessing u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Giving u a Good Health n Happiness all the way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're the one that i cant live without..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...I Love U..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I promise to u to be a good daughter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wont let u down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wont be disrecpectful child..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wont never..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This I promise u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;MALYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-3400086450314306482?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3400086450314306482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3400086450314306482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3400086450314306482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3400086450314306482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7576194036443479368</id><published>2008-05-10T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:45:30.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~home sweet home~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;May 10th,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;finally ive been given a chance to write this new post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;yess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;Afta several trials sy sgtlaaa give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;u knoe y??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ZAF gave me d wrong email!! aiyoo! how come la kakak..isk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but never mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;im still can shout out even they are faraway from me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For ur info, i hve a long sem hols till July mayb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's so relaxing n calming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but, my dad asked me to be a maid in my ouse!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wut laaa...dhla xbg i keje..suh jadi maid pulak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my mum  actually offered me to be cikgu ganti at one school just nearer to my ouse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but my dad said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;His alasan is im goin to neglect my study n influence to perkara2 xelok laa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To me,it doesnt a big prob to earn additional money..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;well, u all knoe my dad kan..hurmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;wut can i say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A big thanx to Allah coz my dad has tranferred to kl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so that i can do wut i want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;it gives a bit freedom to me as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;NO MONEY NO TALK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my dad will give me gaji bulanan in order to do all housework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yeah..i got xbanyak la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;approximately..RM400++ per month..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;thats ok la compared to keje truk2 kt luar but earn just small salary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ckupla utk bli wut i want n shoppin sk8..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yeah..i enjoyed cooking,dish-washing n all those stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;seriously xtipu..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;at least im helping my mother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;lessen her burden..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;u knoe im a good girl..=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i think thats wut i wanna tell to u all now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i wanna go to mandi 1st!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                      .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;to be continued*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/atomicelement&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:AtomicElement&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/:ATOMICELEMENT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:AtomicElement&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/:ATOMICELEMENT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:AtomicElement&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/:ATOMICELEMENT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:AtomicElement&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/:ATOMICELEMENT&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-7576194036443479368?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7576194036443479368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7576194036443479368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7576194036443479368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7576194036443479368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='~home sweet home~'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-3204991284602728319</id><published>2008-05-05T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:28:58.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish spa=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;CAN'T&lt;/span&gt; trust myself when it comes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;MONEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n u shuldnt trust me if i say"eyh tak boleh xde budget" or "eyh tak nak lah, sayang duit oni".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess wut i did today??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FISH SPA..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;with my bestie, shoba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the 1st 10mins:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;shoba : makcik, come la try.BEST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hana  : eyh tak nak lah,geli. i don't want.u do alone.xpa.plus w8 my budget lari.haha.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10mins later, we BOTH dah masuk the pool..!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was very relaxing.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;SERIOUSLY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the feeling of those fishes "tickling" n "kissing" my foot was great!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;at 1st i was like "eyh geli geli" but a few mins later "geli geli" turned out to be &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;BEST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u shud try dis fish spa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;its really worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rm 42 for ur whole body..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay kn??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;haa now shoba n i are planning to hv dis fish spa as our monthly therapy since our 1st fish sp turned out to be WOW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HANA*&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/6208796160740606253-3204991284602728319?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/3204991284602728319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=3204991284602728319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3204991284602728319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/3204991284602728319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/fish-spa.html' title='fish spa=)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-7203201140519455650</id><published>2008-05-02T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:30:46.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;if anyone asks, are u happy rite now??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the answer would definitely be YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I AM HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.yes i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;after knowin wut i've got 4 my contract paper, i told myself dat miss sik cheng peng is not dat bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahaha=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i really tot she was gonna give me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt; than 5 out of 25 n i really tot i was gonna screw dis paper jz like hw i did for my contract I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but it turned out to be good enough for me.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it wasn't dat gud or superb or extremely awesome but it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OKAY &lt;/span&gt;for me n &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OKAY&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CONTRACT II&lt;/span&gt;  paper, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MISS SIK CHENG PENG&lt;/span&gt;'S paper, people!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;u noe wut i mean.haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but somehow i still have to make sure dat i do well, i mean very very well for this paper in this comin final exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPEFULLY.AAMMMINNN.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HANA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-7203201140519455650?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/7203201140519455650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=7203201140519455650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7203201140519455650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/7203201140519455650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/unexpected.html' title='unexpected'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-1657847986662262262</id><published>2008-05-01T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:32:29.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the day has finally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i've finally got my "baby".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yeay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thanx to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;parents&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt; for this precious &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;moga2 i can take a good care of it just like how my brother did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;-HANA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-1657847986662262262?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/1657847986662262262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=1657847986662262262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1657847986662262262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/1657847986662262262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-day.html' title='my day=)'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-6348675919327245898</id><published>2008-04-30T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:43:27.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;this post is specially dedicated to my parents and my sister for their anniversary and birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mama and ayah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;::happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;anniversary::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;                                            ::may you have a wonderful and blessed marriage::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;                                               ::thank you for bringing me to this world=)::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt; ::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kakak[hani]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;birthday::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;                                                                  ::may Allah bless you::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;                                         ::may you have a great and wonderful year ahead::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;  ::I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-HANA-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6348675919327245898?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6348675919327245898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i couldnt sleep well last nite thinkin of her last class today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;happy gila sampai tak terkata sbb her last class today was pretty good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thank you miss for being in such a good mood today..=)&lt;br /&gt;n there's another thing dat makes me even more happier.&lt;br /&gt;another 2 more days to get my new "baby".&lt;br /&gt;i can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; wait!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          -hana-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6208796160740606253-6212820586038465558?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/feeds/6212820586038465558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6208796160740606253&amp;postID=6212820586038465558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6212820586038465558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208796160740606253/posts/default/6212820586038465558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thep0werof3.blogspot.com/2008/04/yeay-hana.html' title='yeay!!!!'/><author><name>Le pouvoir des trois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03071345047861334536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzQi9jmkG78/TAIQe-fmhBI/AAAAAAAAAPA/0tLIg2i1hkM/S220/we+all.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208796160740606253.post-4146024461247344764</id><published>2008-04-29T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:34:14.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friendship is a strange thing. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, I dont have much to say today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But I've been thinking a lot lately bout all sort of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And I've dicovered few things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;One of them is bout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Have u ever noticed that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt; is strange thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Our life doesn't depend on fame, or great acclaim or evern world's success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But I think it depends a bit on world's success actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;For sure everyone wants to be someone successful right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But then the greatest thing in life is to know that there's someone who cares for u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And even hold u close in their thoughts and prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Imagine your life, knowing that no one even cares for u and no one even think of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Surely u'll be the saddest and the most pathetic person in this whole wide world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, u can't live in this world without giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Life has its own give and take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And as for me, a part of me, I put it into my &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Some of it, is my humor(although i suck at it),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A part of it are my ears for listening to all their problems and stories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Some are my real life experience that I always share with them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;But above all, it is my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt; that I gave them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Actually I've also discovered that our life of richness and completeness depends on the things we can share with our&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt; besides our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;In this world, people need people and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;friends need friends&lt;/span&gt; right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;That is why I'm so thankful to have &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt; around me and how they are always being there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks darlings, I do love u all so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;It is by chance we met, by choice we bacame friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;Locked up in this world full of strangers and we find ourselves telling each other the deepest of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#00cccc;"&gt;See, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt; is strange thing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Zafirah Rosland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&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/6208796160740606253-4146024461247344764?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' 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ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Friends for life is what we are,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through thick and thin you were my friend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaning on you, you gave me support,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The strength to get up and go again,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If my heart was shattered, you'd heal it,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If my heart was happy, we both rejoiced in it,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my best friend always and forever,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been the best friendship ever,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never end, now and forever"&lt;/strong&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/6208796160740606253-8000410243482188499?l=thep0werof3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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