<?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-1507548623220183834</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:49:15.274-08:00</updated><category term='you are part of me and will always be'/><category term='dont let it fade'/><title type='text'>baby dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'>nur aizzah binte anis is in love with muhammad ariff bin hadanah and may death do us apart.so sayang don`t u ever walk out of my life as i had made u part of me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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LUCK</title><content type='html'>nari kecoh seh...today effy lost her ciggerettes and i still have a red eye.....den go sch still have more to do haiya...exams are get near and i am still far away...i mish him lots..yesterday accompany him until i mish my last bus....haiya lucky got bus 21.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507548623220183834-2537909116523949957?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2537909116523949957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/wad-bad-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/2537909116523949957'/><link rel='self' 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decided not to be present for school as you could see i am not simply BORED. i tried to sleep but cant wanted to go out but no money wanted to talk with my guy but he is sleeping...haixxx wad a boring day today..hope tomorrow is a great day for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507548623220183834-3887708620010858992?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/3887708620010858992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/3887708620010858992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/3887708620010858992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-bored.html' title='i am BORED'/><author><name>ms daydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04092954317787024555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5zH0TXJcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xs2i8aHw5zg/S220/000S0527NdX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507548623220183834.post-8520314344011615762</id><published>2009-05-07T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:08:24.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unspoken THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i think may i could to emotional at times but i don not the raeson why do lately i react this way.&lt;br /&gt;to think back i never had this experince before i think just the overthinking over matters which&lt;br /&gt;is not suppose to be thought by me at all.btw lately my thoughts had made so intense that i threw my emotion at ariff.well regret to do dat to him. but he so sweet when he pleads for mercy.hahahax.not trying to be evil.love how he look at that moment.well wierd as can be.but wat to do weird is my middle NAME.hahahax.he is finally back to work after two days of MC and the shocking moment i had..pheww,&lt;br /&gt;almost had my heart out for a moment that dae wen he fainted.doing my school project now.abt music key notes..hahahaxx..sound easy BUT IT IS NOT THAT EASY...almost half of my brain seems dead already..missing MUHAMMAD ARIFF BIN HADANAH rite now just had a talk with on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;he use the 7-11 phone.haiya CARI CHANCE AKAI BENDE FREE...but apperciate his willings to call as wad he will always "if other guys they dun care they go n sleep.."his words always mengiau2 in my mind&lt;br /&gt;BOLEH BAWAH MIMPI!!!!ishh!!!DAHSYAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;AGRHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe...&lt;br /&gt;but over all he is the greatest guy i ever met.&lt;br /&gt;hmmph WONDERING WAD SO GREAT ABT HIM??&lt;br /&gt;hmmph well as u cud see i am a VERY irritating person and EASILY to get emotional in even small matter but this charming still standing straight and be patient with my attitude.and his love never decrease but INCREASE...WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;wad a great guy RITE??&lt;br /&gt;well i noe in your mind that lyk u ay normal guy cud do..&lt;br /&gt;well darling...&lt;br /&gt;i tell the fact.tell wad guy wud called back the girl when she hang up alot of tym...&lt;br /&gt;and still there even a girl threw all her anger to him...so stubborn...still relax..&lt;br /&gt;the girl always give irritating jokes...but he still be patient&lt;br /&gt;hmmph cant find rite....&lt;br /&gt;you want that kind of guy..&lt;br /&gt;too BAD i HAVE IT....HAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;u want u find ur own guy...&lt;br /&gt;so all the chicks out there&lt;br /&gt;dun u ever try to my beloved hubby, muhammad ariff bin hadanah&lt;br /&gt;cause i KILL YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;how evil could i be.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1507548623220183834-8520314344011615762?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8520314344011615762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/unspoken-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/8520314344011615762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/8520314344011615762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/unspoken-thoughts.html' title='unspoken THOUGHTS'/><author><name>ms daydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04092954317787024555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5zH0TXJcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xs2i8aHw5zg/S220/000S0527NdX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507548623220183834.post-1503746839849191995</id><published>2009-05-04T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:00:40.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i use to SAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(boinkxx... ever since my guy got a job at the 7-11,&lt;br /&gt; i am too busy to even said out my thoughts at this blog.&lt;br /&gt; well lately had been a fine day for me lah..&lt;br /&gt;nothing much could i describe the days...&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo hoo i got found out that he is going for national service soon..&lt;br /&gt;how hard for me to accept the fact that he is going..as time passes by..very soon it is going to be 4th of june...only after two mths of beening with each other, then he`s gone...well my days will not be as the same as how we had before....&lt;br /&gt;until here i could said out because i am just too sad to even think abt it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this wad i saed at the last updation before my blogskin been change..&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth&lt;br /&gt;is that i am mentally prepare now&lt;br /&gt;as i noe that you would be there when i need you around&lt;br /&gt;it may not be in the eyes but in the heart..&lt;br /&gt;as i noe in my dreams i could still feel your warmness that i had always like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507548623220183834-1503746839849191995?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/1503746839849191995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-use-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/1503746839849191995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/1503746839849191995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-use-to-say.html' title='i use to SAY'/><author><name>ms daydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04092954317787024555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5zH0TXJcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xs2i8aHw5zg/S220/000S0527NdX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507548623220183834.post-8265750118396701635</id><published>2009-04-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:09:06.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY after so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;boinkxx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since my guy got a job at the 7-11, i am too busy to even said out my thoughts at this blog.&lt;br /&gt;well lately had been a fine day for me lah..nothing much could i describe the days...boo hoo hoo&lt;br /&gt;i got found out that he is going for national service soon..how hard for me to accept the fact that he is going..as time passes by..very soon it is going to be 4th of june...only after two mths of beening with each other, then he`s gone...well my days will not be as the same as how we had before....until here i could said out because i am just too sad to even think abt it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1507548623220183834-8265750118396701635?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8265750118396701635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-after-so-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/8265750118396701635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/8265750118396701635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-after-so-long.html' title='FINALLY after so long'/><author><name>ms daydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04092954317787024555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5zH0TXJcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xs2i8aHw5zg/S220/000S0527NdX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507548623220183834.post-3816659841450838164</id><published>2009-04-16T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:26:14.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the SLIENCES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;boo hoo hoo&lt;br /&gt;sob sob sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hubbykuxx finally have a job and my nights noe seems to be pretty lonely without being able to talk to him..tick!tock!tick!tock!(looking at the clock).hmmph..now is one one five in the morning.usually at this time iam still talking to him on the phone...but what to do.well&lt;br /&gt;today went to the doctor for my bro...his sickness was pretty weird in the end i found it was some rashes due to touching to smthing.and jus what was it.A FROG.how stupid my bro could be..and school becoming bored now.my darlings friends also never come to school all the time..haixx...this week is my lonely week..haixx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the true reason of me updating my blog today was due to the reason that my hubby was been invited to enter my hse...&lt;br /&gt;well it was PRETTY weird and funny...&lt;br /&gt;but the most evil part of him,,,&lt;br /&gt;he made me to serve him 4-5 times...&lt;br /&gt;tak der encik ariff hari ini hari kamu..bsok2 hari i pulakx...hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ok lah overall my mum ok with him&lt;br /&gt;that`s a good thing&lt;br /&gt;hmmph when would be my turn to be invited like him...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;i also want to BULLY him,,,hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haixxx&lt;br /&gt;wondering now.&lt;br /&gt;hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;what could he be doing now.&lt;br /&gt;feel like want to come down.&lt;br /&gt;hmmph.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;think again.&lt;br /&gt;NOPE,&lt;br /&gt;don`t wish to disturd him,,&lt;br /&gt;but DAMN!!!&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY MISSING HIM SO MUCH&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;it is ok&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow see him again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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daydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04092954317787024555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5zH0TXJcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xs2i8aHw5zg/S220/000S0527NdX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507548623220183834.post-117278794168497674</id><published>2009-04-13T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:29:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been BACK to SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;well this dreamer is finally back to school..hmmph..been back is like a dream come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;damn! it feels like three years when the three weeks break..easy to say i simply miss them so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;seeing them really brings the smile back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmmph..but eventhough it was a great day to be back to school..my darling effy fall sick i pity her lots2..she is half weak...hmmph..but she really hae a nice boyfriend that really cares for her..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hope they last long..so when someone is sick, there is surely a time when we took advantage of running away from lesso..heheheh..first day &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CABUT KELAS&lt;/span&gt;..hehehehehehe..but the happiest thing that for me..is the time when after &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SCHOOL...was...my beloved hubby was picking me up from school ...hooo hooo raaaay...hehehehe..well in simple english i really DAMN miss him so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;then when to &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;TAMPINES ONE&lt;/span&gt;...not much there so boring seyy..then i met up with my abangkuxx, sean...khairul n din...well that part of the day i really bad mood..well not because of tired but because of someone...&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAMN IRRITATING&lt;/span&gt;...irritate my life..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;argggggghhhh!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but that bloody irritating person would not get the sign i dun want his presence...irritating abezz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but over all i had a fun day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507548623220183834-117278794168497674?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/117278794168497674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/117278794168497674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/117278794168497674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-back-to-school.html' title='been BACK to SCHOOL'/><author><name>ms daydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04092954317787024555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5zH0TXJcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xs2i8aHw5zg/S220/000S0527NdX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507548623220183834.post-3602761747865931043</id><published>2009-04-13T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:31:51.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>behind the SCENCES at town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3w6xn9rI/AAAAAAAAACg/o4xZy9fZA44/s1600-h/ii+damn+in+love+w+hym.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090129288525490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3w6xn9rI/AAAAAAAAACg/o4xZy9fZA44/s320/ii+damn+in+love+w+hym.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;at train going to vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3w3Cl-XI/AAAAAAAAACY/GMOQzFSE5Dk/s1600-h/me+n+ayangkuxx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090128285956466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3w3Cl-XI/AAAAAAAAACY/GMOQzFSE5Dk/s320/me+n+ayangkuxx.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3wkmq9CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0caBmHq1HDo/s1600-h/DSC02366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090123337004066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3wkmq9CI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0caBmHq1HDo/s320/DSC02366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; my sis arina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3wnwjlPI/AAAAAAAAACI/_6Divxglu-c/s1600-h/DSC02358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090124183770354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3wnwjlPI/AAAAAAAAACI/_6Divxglu-c/s320/DSC02358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my new shade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3wY8M3_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Lacc8otATCY/s1600-h/DSC02357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324090120206082034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3wY8M3_I/AAAAAAAAACA/Lacc8otATCY/s320/DSC02357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3JYQCSrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nkPTCwCTsFE/s1600-h/DSC02350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324089450005940914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3JYQCSrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nkPTCwCTsFE/s320/DSC02350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6633ff;"&gt;ayangkuxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3JAR7H_I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZEbauf_7bVQ/s1600-h/DSC02342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324089443571408882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3JAR7H_I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZEbauf_7bVQ/s320/DSC02342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at mac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3I5FAr2I/AAAAAAAAABo/DoyvST7Xsco/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324089441638199138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3I5FAr2I/AAAAAAAAABo/DoyvST7Xsco/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3I9FD1_I/AAAAAAAAABg/A071XsMtXnA/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324089442712147954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3I9FD1_I/AAAAAAAAABg/A071XsMtXnA/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3IhX98YI/AAAAAAAAABY/_ZMcwpsUDEc/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324089435275260290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3IhX98YI/AAAAAAAAABY/_ZMcwpsUDEc/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;these are the pictures behind the scene at town..the crazee time we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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daydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04092954317787024555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5zH0TXJcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xs2i8aHw5zg/S220/000S0527NdX.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/SeL3w6xn9rI/AAAAAAAAACg/o4xZy9fZA44/s72-c/ii+damn+in+love+w+hym.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507548623220183834.post-7383673265469838606</id><published>2009-04-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:23:01.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>behind the SCENCES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another fun time I had with my hunnie. But this time I had brought alone my darling sister, nur arina. We had alight for the train at orchard first. Then we went to far east shopping centre. Bought my things there and had  lunch there. Then we proceed to pacific plaza and next to wisma atria. I bought one damn unique eye shadow. it can be multi purpose. And the lady who is selling it had make a big mess on  my shirt. Damn! I had also went to my favorite shop, Charles and Keith. Arghhh! I want to buy them! May be next time.&lt;br /&gt;Next we took back the train went to marina square. Due to my mother asked me to buy for her flour. We had no choice to change plan from going to esplanade. We had went to suntec. From just buying flour, I had bought also wallet at the wallet shop and  a set of nail stuff. By the way, I had spent total of 300 dollars.. Craps so much…well whatever it is I had a fun time. thank you hunnie for the fun time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I may have shown the sadness or disappointed to you. But it will never last long as I am not imperfect to let the anger or sadness going to tear down this sweet relationship. As I would not wish to hold on it and make it worse. As that is the rationale why I prefer to let it out in tears and rage. So don't  you ever get hurt over it. As I too want to defend it and let it last long. Even though times may be hard-hitting for us but never ever let the bad times to take the sugariness we had made from the first time we heard each other voices until to this  far our reminiscences went through. Behind every bond has their secret of how they could be together until the last breath they take. I may not know that secret now but I know one day I will uncover it. I may not identify when would it be uncover by me but I am thankful that I had gave this relationship a chance to see how far it could go. As I might be awaken while turning over at my hubby who is Muhammad ariff bin hadanah. At that point I will realise how far we had went through together. To god, I set my prayers that hoping that this become a realism as I know the existence of god  whose is always listening to every pray of the people that pray to him. Hereafter I hope this relationship will not be waste for a stupidest thing we had or a stupid reason as you too had give me your words that you will not let it be at waste this relationship. I will keep hold on the words you had gave to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507548623220183834-7383673265469838606?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/7383673265469838606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/behind-scences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/7383673265469838606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/7383673265469838606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/behind-scences.html' title='behind the SCENCES'/><author><name>ms daydreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04092954317787024555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5zH0TXJcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xs2i8aHw5zg/S220/000S0527NdX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507548623220183834.post-909376893467229396</id><published>2009-04-05T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:48:02.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont let it fade'/><title type='text'>a little to NOT OVER YOU.may not be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;a little to not over you may seems as if the ain`t round enough to show how much i love you..well in simple word i am DAMN TOO MUCH OVER YOU..hmmph hmmph..well dwelling myself to see wad cud be the mistake that i had done till i hae to be so ego with myself and waiting for my old friend, hana to reply my text messages is quite damn hurting...shit hell she still ignore me...booo hooo hoooo sobsob&lt;br /&gt;nope nope cant let this crap pull me off from this life...wadever i dun give a damn care wad i noe is that i hae my own life to go thru...kwank kwank kwank..well may be seems to be lol but wad to do just letting the anger off the mind..damn now start werk life..part tym lor..damn going to be tired..hmmph hmmph&lt;br /&gt;missing school daes so mmuuuuuuuccccccchhhh&lt;br /&gt;well  one week left to school holidays and i will be back to school again..&lt;br /&gt;hooray!!!meeting the hunks and chicks that i lurb lurb...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;ArY,EffY,SufI,MiraH,InA,TashA,NaZ,SeaN,JareD,AdaM,DiA,FariD...and many more....&lt;br /&gt;damn misssing them to the max...hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;btw i almost forget to saeout that my buddy EffY the truth is damn busy with life now too that is why she didnt cntact me&lt;br /&gt;well wad\cud i sae everyone is werking now..&lt;br /&gt;so freaking obvious that to stay in singapore&lt;br /&gt;we need the cash...money money money...bill bill bill..pay here pay there...blueks..&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo hooo&lt;br /&gt;tyme to sae wad i usally sae to in this blog..&lt;br /&gt;hmmph well mr ariff bin hadanah i wanna tell i noe that u will read this blog as u noe i will write abt you..well lets sae that i will damn noe wad u are going to sae...(shhhh!i tahu aper u nk cakap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmph damn had a fight lately with him that making me feel bad at tymes to be so hush on him&lt;br /&gt;well damn easy to sae that i am a person that follow my heart sae&lt;br /&gt;well knowing that following the heart too much is bad&lt;br /&gt;but wad to do&lt;br /&gt;i need the tyme to adapt myself with his personality....&lt;br /&gt;well our reationship has been known my whole family..kwank kwank kwank..hmmph...so fast but it is better that my family know it because if anything happen they cud help&lt;br /&gt;lyk a few days back my mum help me in my misunderstanding with mr ariff&lt;br /&gt;heheheh super mother to the rescue...heheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;well damn i may seems to be so childish but wad to do&lt;br /&gt;i am one..hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;well mr muhammad ariff bin hadanah...hmmmph you r impressed me this tyme&lt;br /&gt;ermm even though i had trick u with stupid prank and u still make ur way back home just to settle the problems..but in the end u found out it was a trick...heheheheh...loving it to do that on you...&lt;br /&gt;but yesterdae he tinks that he naber rise his volume&lt;br /&gt;well welll to bad lah he did.....first tyme he did that..shockin(ANJAT gegerl)hehhehe&lt;br /&gt;welll at the end of the dae after a few talks we are back to our crazee self..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;well until here i cud sae out damn tired now..&lt;br /&gt;and really missing you..mr muhammad ariff bin hadanah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507548623220183834-909376893467229396?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/909376893467229396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-to-not-over-youmay-not-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='you are part of me and will always be'/><title type='text'>on 30th of march 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;(before i start i wanna sae to my hubby, after reading this, i noe what you wanna sae to me..hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmmph...yesterday, had a great day with hubbykuxx and two of his friends,sharil and taufiq..went bugis and then we went to vivo to watch a movie..whenever i think abt vivo, i remember one thing that will always kept me thinking..why vivo??ermm my hubby seems to enjoy going to vivo...i don`t know what so great about there..well at least, i had a great day.that is good enough.well yesterday there is something that he saed that made me kept thinking.he told me that i will look after you and show you to the correct path..something like tat..he had made me believe he wasn`t lying at all cause the way he kept doing my sweater making sure that people dun look at my bra strap as what i wear yesterday is damn shameless if i open my sweater..and the way he look at me,(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;damn! he really melts my heart alot..hehehe..and i noe what u wanna sae dear..hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)and den suddenly in my mind i have some words that i would like him to know....but i could let it out...never mind i shall write here cause i know he is reading..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never did I realise the love that he had gave to me is that strong. In his eyes, I could see that he is sincere to me. I know he thinks that I am still holding on to the past which is causing me to have lack of trust in him. Well, my dear, you are wrong I may have told you lately that the trust I have for you is only sixty percent. But as days passed and after what you had shown to me, my trust for you grows.. But do understand that as the trust grow, the more I can't effort to see you just walking off from my life.. As&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I had made you part of life..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Never did I thought that the guy of my dreams was just behind shafiq all this long.. After so much tears I had let my eyes rolled down on my cheek, finally my eyes could take a break.. After so long the hurt I had went through, finally it could stop.. I know that sometimes we may have our ups and downs.. But with him &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am willing to go through&lt;/span&gt; it.. Whatever the consequences that I have to take just to be with him, I am willing to face it &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;until the last breath I take&lt;/span&gt;. And my love for him will never stop until I am been buried that would the day I will shut my eyes for the rest of my life and return back to god to face the punishment after doing the wrongs deed I had done in earth..thank you very much for the love you had gave to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is what i had wanted to tell you yesterday but the words could not come out sayang..&lt;br /&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/1507548623220183834-2465580920289117759?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2465580920289117759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5zH0TXJcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Xs2i8aHw5zg/S220/000S0527NdX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1507548623220183834.post-2590377078348967520</id><published>2009-03-28T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:48:47.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fun has just begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc56vdqbneI/AAAAAAAAABA/G7sTcE3L7xg/s1600-h/000S0527NdX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318323165806173666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc56vdqbneI/AAAAAAAAABA/G7sTcE3L7xg/s320/000S0527NdX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5272g2ZJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FbUSHKGenx4/s1600-h/500I0527NdX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318318980588790930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4r0iEW1iMR8/Sc5272g2ZJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FbUSHKGenx4/s320/500I0527NdX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends do come and go and dissapointment i have wen i heard from afriend that i treated her as my sister which i noe it was my mistake in the beginning least i expected her to sae that to me i was there wen she need me but never did i realise you blown me off away...didn`t she even realise that i was broken into pieces wen i heard that she sae those things..after what we had went through together for the past two years and she just blown me away..doesnt mean i hae my hubby in my life i had forgotten my dear...never the last i did...serious understand me at tymes i can b there wen u need me but i cant always b with u as i too hae my own commitments to life myself family and my hubby....yes we can hae fun lyk the old tymes but not always....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well that is her in the pic with me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;welll always i will tell u abt my love life as days passes by my love for him jus increases and our realationship get more intense...wen i think back the things that he had done for is more that a normal guy would for his girlfriend.wen i hang up the phone he would called me back without relising the amunt of tymes he called..trying to be patience with me with all the jokes that might hurt him..i noe he is paranoid with it but due to the love he has for me never did once he shown his anger towards me....been there wen i need him is a big apperciation i hae for him...thanx for making me the special girl in your life..i really adore u alots...u damn lighten up my dae and even night...well on the 27 0f march....he had took the risk and shown me that he wanted to b with till end of our life...wow i am damn shocked that he took the risk...eventhough i had done it before but that dae explain me lots that he was not lying in what he had saed to me all this while..and how serious he was towards me...well aftr that went out with him..hehehe...cud see how he is went he is outside..so damn cheeky..hehehe..and he will try his best to even  kiss me in the public wen he noes that i am a well mannered girl outside..hehehe...funny guy...really had fun with hym through our the dae with him eventhough it is tiring but i did enjoy it...thanks syg for spending ur tyme with me..btw he damn hot when he is in a smart outfit...he really melts me..hmmm...missing him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507548623220183834-2590377078348967520?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2590377078348967520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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only engrave in heart but also in my mind and soul...hope that death cud do us apart dear...i love u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507548623220183834-2070397674211374602?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/2070397674211374602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/03/ermmm-love-is-jus-growin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/2070397674211374602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1507548623220183834/posts/default/2070397674211374602'/><link rel='alternate' 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haixxx。。tomorrow meeting him up at his place。。。jangan besok muke macam masari sudah。。。hahahaha。。confirm i will laugh at him。。kwankxx kwankx。。。。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ermmm effy my school buddy naber contact me。。haixxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tk kan pasal ari tu dier marah ampai skrg？？？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dier buat aku keliru lah。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507548623220183834-931215272611654292?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/931215272611654292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-it-be-way-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it had been a long since i use blog well get back into my shoes to do blogging again..werl holiday has finally arrive well bored at home...it is kinda funny when school start i feel wanna go back home but wen school close it is bored at home...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well yesterdae meet up my hubby and can`t believe he is a great kisser..he kept telling me that i am good at kissing but wad i can saed but i am not gud at it at all..well funny guy..well he really made my dae and now damn missing him lots..wish that he is here beside me...hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1507548623220183834-8841869527856447554?l=dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamingtobperfect.blogspot.com/feeds/8841869527856447554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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