<?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-5096584281076768872</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:56:11.329+08:00</updated><category term='Love U Miss U Need U'/><title type='text'>AlliWantisHON3Y</title><subtitle type='html'>With Her</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-55607092771206298</id><published>2009-02-26T14:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:57:52.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust, stubborn-ness and responsibility</title><content type='html'>Hey, I gonna talk about some people I know, A, B and C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Person A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is someone who is very clever, has good communication skill. Sometimes when he talks, everyone suddenly listens to him like his dogs, agreeing to whatever he said. He has convincing ideas and good grouping individuals altogether. Unfortunately, we've got this problem of trusting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that a salesman speaks only 30% truth in promoting his products? The other 70% are all bullshits in order to convince his customers to buy his products. That's exactly how I describe Person A. He sure thinks for the future. So, to complete his mission, he will do anything by any means neccessary, telling this and that. Two headed or I may label Person A as a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Person B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is someone who is great at talking and making jokes. Always the center of attraction when he's in a group. It's like w/o him, that group would be a boring group. He's honest and whatever he thinks is not right to him, he will share his point of view without thinking of others' views. So called a straight-forward person. Unfortunately, his stubborn-ness show his rebellious character. He tends to disagree to people's suggestion &amp;amp; makes sure that whatever he believes can be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example in a discussion or brainstorming, we gave ideas. Everyone agrees to this idea but he doesn't. And the way he talks, he simply wants everyone to listen to him. If he wants this, he will give reasons so as for them to change their mind to agree with him. He doesn't care about the others who are having a hard time coping. Like leaving the odd one just to continue with the rest. It's also consider ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Person C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, someone who is funny, and always talks alot. Good in making jokes or making fun of others. Always gets away with it. When he's not in the group or late, people are willing to wait for him. Unfortunately, when people gave him face. He tends to take full advantage; &lt;em&gt;kasi muka naik kepala&lt;/em&gt;. After all advices or even some naggings at him, he will repetatively do the same thing. Simply said, he's irrespossible. When he have something important to attend, in the middle or some occassion, he'll complain and pull people to agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when he have to attend an occassion, he will wait till last minute to prepare. During that last minute preparation, if he can't find any stuffs he needed to use, he just use his mate's stuff without asking his mate. Eventhough it doesn't fit to his size, he will just wear it w/o any care of any later consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's always late no matter where he is. He always takes his time and give stupid reasons that he thought people will fall for it. He tends to pull others to be as late as he is. Irresponsible in settling problems, housework, bills, fines, debts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about debts, Person C is spendthrift. He spends alot on useless stuffs. Instead of buying clothes that he's lack of, he spend on food, cigarettes and treat his friends. And at the end of the month. No, not even close to the end. Bankrupt and get loans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which one am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-55607092771206298?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/55607092771206298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/55607092771206298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust-stubborness-and-responsibility.html' title='Trust, stubborn-ness and responsibility'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-261281187072317473</id><published>2009-02-25T14:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:10:50.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update!</title><content type='html'>Hello readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, quick update since some people may prompt me to do so. Here's a quick glance at what i'm currently doing. Complicated. That's why i'd call myself a busy man. Ahahx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the image for a larger view ok :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SaTsP6l47hI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ROsQVDHWPsM/s1600-h/Plan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306626019119656466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SaTsP6l47hI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ROsQVDHWPsM/s400/Plan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;As you can see, this is the plan layout, designed by the Engineer.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SaTsPt-BnNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8nwAJCl2bkw/s1600-h/Elevation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306626015731227858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SaTsPt-BnNI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8nwAJCl2bkw/s400/Elevation.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;&amp;amp; this is the elevation drawing, I set the elevation drawing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be more accurate, this is the design, sleeper cabin designed for 4 men. This is what the engineer &amp; I came up with to finish the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Got work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-261281187072317473?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/261281187072317473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/261281187072317473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update!'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SaTsP6l47hI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ROsQVDHWPsM/s72-c/Plan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-3905612320723902278</id><published>2009-02-23T15:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T16:11:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Life - Draftsman Not Draught man</title><content type='html'>Hi people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gonna add abit about my working life. Well, I'm now a working boy. I'm a Draftsperson. The job is simple. Draw and design using Auto CADD software. It's like technical drawing. I work in this company, TRANSERVE CABINS PTE LTD. Website is &lt;a href="http://www.transervecabins.com.sg/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Feel free to click on it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I draft cabins' interior and exterior. Sometimes, I even design draft toilets. Hahah! Sounds easy and interesting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the stressing part is that I have to draft about 3 to 5 drawings per day. Excluding drawings for Tender. Sometimes I even have to do Elevation drawings and also Detailed drawings. When the job or profect is confirmed, my work will pile up! My company have a fabrication yard to construct or better word "fabricate" containers. I am so called due to doing part time engineering work. Meaning whatever stuffs I've draft, once the workers fabricate, I have to check and alias with them so as to draft AS-BUILT Drawing. Sounds complicated right? Well thats my job. Manufacturing is complicated. Wait till you know about Marine Offshore Engineering. Especially working in shipyards or Jurong Island. Will be worse. But it's a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for future engineers, if my job is the same line as yours. That's what you're gonna expect in private companies. Unless you're working in KEPPEL or PSA. That will be ABIT different. Ups and Downs are common in working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-3905612320723902278?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3905612320723902278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3905612320723902278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2009/02/working-life-draftsman-not-draught-man.html' title='Working Life - Draftsman Not Draught man'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-705694346510575904</id><published>2009-02-23T09:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:45:08.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepped on?</title><content type='html'>Dear people who badly need me to update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently or previously, lots of things happened in my life. I gonna summarize one of them for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days with my family, getting better each day. I oftenly faught with my brother over him wearing my clothes without permission. For those who have seen me with my brother, if u compare me and my brother, u can see that both our sizes are very different, right? Its like L &amp;amp; S. He's size L and I'm S. Alot of difference. But I just don't know what's with him wearing my clothes. Doesnt he realised his size? I'm not being mean or what, but my clothes, i bought them fitted to my size. Espeacially my t'shirts, underwears, singlets. Fitted to my size! I don't understand why he can't buy those things. After all those money he spent besides paying his bills, what else did he spend on, I dunno... I need my own new wardrobe with a LOCK. or maybe a new room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-705694346510575904?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/705694346510575904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/705694346510575904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2009/02/stepped-on.html' title='Stepped on?'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-4925938887087001901</id><published>2009-01-23T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:38:54.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Rock Show 24th Jan 08&lt;br /&gt;Tickets goin @ $8.. It's gonna kick off at 2pm at the Music Garage studio.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294415221898063426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SXmKl-KnrkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3IBHeom0Wog/s320/rockshowposteredited2in0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bands gonna rock the stage:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantum Soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complex Juliet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;False Pause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patchwork Neurology&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;W.O.A.H&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 mins Late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadow of heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IMHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suspected for Devotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-4925938887087001901?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/4925938887087001901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/4925938887087001901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2009/01/rock-show-24th-jan-08-tickets-goin-8.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SXmKl-KnrkI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3IBHeom0Wog/s72-c/rockshowposteredited2in0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-8748828513709343224</id><published>2009-01-20T07:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:11:02.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIX OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;UPCOMING GIG! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Rock Show @ Music Garage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bands Involved: &lt;em&gt;to be confirmed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;24th Jan 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2.00PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Music Garage Studios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Bugis Street&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Cost: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8bucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for each tix.&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3 for 6bucks each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5 for 5bucks each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry! go grab your friends now! the more friends you go with, the cheaper the tix will get.&lt;br /&gt;Support Local Scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Hykel for more info on the gig at &lt;a href="mailto:khai_anaqi@hotmail.com"&gt;khai_anaqi@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="mailto:complexjuliet@hotmail.com"&gt;complexjuliet@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. OR, you could even tag him on the left side bar (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-8748828513709343224?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8748828513709343224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8748828513709343224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2009/01/tix-out.html' title='TIX OUT!'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-7603166927287812272</id><published>2009-01-05T13:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:28:16.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounce back</title><content type='html'>I'm at fault most of the time, i realised that. But it doesn't mean people is always right. We as human beings, often make mistakes. Certain mistakes can be forgiven but not forgotten. Even scars can't be removed easily. But friendship last forever. Its second best compared to relationship. Relationship includes Family and love ones. This year is the new year,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn more from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an MTV from The Cab. the Song is Bounce. Enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:293383" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=vid%3D293383%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A293383%26startUri={startUri}" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="." width="512" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center; width: 500px; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/the_cab/artist.jhtml" style="color: rgb(67, 156, 216);" target="_blank"&gt;The Cab&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-7603166927287812272?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/7603166927287812272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/7603166927287812272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-me-bounce.html' title='Bounce back'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-5472728316114117667</id><published>2009-01-02T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:35:36.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>The new year, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Should i change for the better? or stay the same me? I what is my new yr resolution. But I can try.&lt;br /&gt;okay.... Lets see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, my family, I wanna be a more responsible eldest son/brother. I wana keep asking my sibling about their day at work or school. Maybe wanna let them share with me their BGR problems. Wanna join my parents watch TV or karaoke at home especially on Sundays. Wanna have family outings on weekends whenever the whole family is free at home. Wanna help in the chores and stuffs at home. Hmm.. i guess dat's all for family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, My clumsyB aka gf, my dearest Ira. =)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn about her and her family as much as possible. Wanna be a more understanding boyfriend who listens to her whenever she talks about her life, who comforts her whenever she's sad or cry, who gives in whenever she's angry ;P , who remembers the dates that she book me xP , who always be by her side whenever she needs me the most, and who takes care of her health. Cos' I know she loves me a lot and I love her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, my friends. I wanna let them know that i'm still the same person who they used to hang out with. I just wanna be a friend who is not easily step on and who listens to their problems if they let me. I don't wanna be a last resort friend who is being call up just to fit the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. got work to do... gonna continue  later. daaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-5472728316114117667?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5472728316114117667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5472728316114117667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-5990934097993069869</id><published>2008-12-30T17:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:23:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb </title><content type='html'>Juliet. Screaming and shouting my lungs out. I don't think I lift to that Band Leader thing. FYI Im just the vocalist, not the leader, cause sometimes when i'm singing those songs that I don't like is to please my band members. "ooops" "Sorry Guys" ... Just that now I just wanna say whatever I think that I don't like or disagree.. I have my say right? It's been bored singing english songs, now i'm back with malay songs till the next jamming session. By the way, I made this poetry. Just something cross my mind to write a poetry. But its not that good.&lt;br /&gt;so I end with this poetry. Those in bold are the corrections from my gf. You don't wanna know what's the previous words, phrases or sentences that i wrote. Thanx clumsyB =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C02%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt; 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	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Days are the same without that friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Like a shell, left alone covered with sand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Days are fun and fine without him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Cos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;' he's just some last resort to them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Years with that friend staying with a crush&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Sinking deeply, without a simple flush&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Years to fit&lt;/b&gt;, in being a dumb old pest&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Yet staying on as a passenger to the one closest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Taking those hits day by day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Smile on his face doesn’t mean he’s gay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;It’s&lt;/b&gt; just best for him to stay away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But He has his part and he has his say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's not the end&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it still hurts, my friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Giving in just to fit in&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;He may be dumb, but never stupid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Days with that friend doesn't change a thing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;With or without, still an invisible thing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Days counting up till he disappears&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Till his &lt;b style=""&gt;existence&lt;/b&gt; is nowhere near&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never thought that it would end this way&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never thought that he'd stand, till this day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;All those moments keep carry on&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No more chance but left alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Taking those hits day by day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Smile on his face doesn’t mean he's gay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;It’s&lt;/b&gt; just best for him to stay away&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cos&lt;/st1:place&gt;' He has his part and he has his say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know it's not the end&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But it still hurts, my friend&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Always giving in just to fit in&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I may be Dumb, but never stupid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyg... Thanx for everything, you were there for during my ups and downs. ily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-5990934097993069869?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5990934097993069869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5990934097993069869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/12/dumb.html' title='Dumb '/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-7007491053889888013</id><published>2008-12-26T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:05:11.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back home</title><content type='html'>My clumsyB is back.. Yeay!!  LoL xp Lots of stuff we shared on the phone. Yesterday, non stop contacting each other. On the handphone, on the home telephone, and sms. Non stop till one point of time. I think about 4pm. I fall asleep. Haaha.. Tired I guess. =) So very happy when she came back from her holiday. She must have enjoy herself alot. Im happy for her. 25th december was just a normal rest day to me. Resting at home, watching TV and ofcos sms clumsyB and eat and drink and eat again. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the bleed. Bleed that was  hurt by those friends. They seem to just act as if nothing happen. I don't even feel like talking to my brother because of that 22nd December. I may forgive them but as what someone said to me, "Its easy to forgive but not to forget." I realize now that its true because i just cant stand being stepped on. Like in Malay, "Kasi muka naik kepala". The more I give in, the more they take advantage. Don't take advantage of my kindness okay. I'm such a dumb friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyg.. Hapi sgt2 bile awk alik. wana c u soon.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-7007491053889888013?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/7007491053889888013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/7007491053889888013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/12/coming-back-home.html' title='Coming back home'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-5120041041955490523</id><published>2008-12-24T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:00:21.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes or No</title><content type='html'>Yesterday i was in no mood to laugh or smile during the office hour. But was bored. I realized that without her these few days had made my life empty. Friends? They just those people who just wanna occupy their time and call me in as a last resort. I watched Yes Man. Its hilarious and great for those who are in my situation. As if there were any. Saying yes to everything.. That is the word that I would love to say when my friends ask me to join them. But now and in the future, 2nd thoughts will just keep me from saying that word often. Making new friends? YES, sure can. Why not. But keeping them? Nah.. Don't think so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned, no matter how hard I try to make new friends, those numbers will just keep depleting in the future. They can label me "unsocial" all they want. The more friendly i am, the more people will just step on me. Maybe its time to be mean and rude. Maybe its time to care less for others. Maybe its time to fight for my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm egoistic, i'm selfish, but all these times i'v been counting how many egoistic and selfish persons around me. Thank you "keynahrakinah" for advising me. I sure need that but my heart still hurt. I've been giving in a lot. Do they even care? Hmm.. Just by not hang out with them for long time meaning they can do this to me? Where's the respect? They are the first few friends who I call "Family" after my national service. Thanx to my brother, I met them. Thanx to "The Man", for organising outings and inviting me with the "family". I had wonderful experiences with the "Family". But damn those involved on 22nd December 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cyg..... Bile awk nak balik..? I need u badly.. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-5120041041955490523?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5120041041955490523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5120041041955490523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-or-no.html' title='Yes or No'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-3141279176025190145</id><published>2008-12-23T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T09:20:48.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess nobody will respect me animore other than my love ones. What did I do to deserve this? I don't like to find trouble with people. If its my mistake, please tell me. I don't want anybody to just ignore me or worst, make a two face when seeing me. I guess its like a curse. I forever will not have best friends, close friends, permanent friends. Focus on my career and my love ones are the right and best thing to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I'm not satisfied with those who i call Family in the F&amp;amp;B industry (SG). Im just an unwanted person to them. Giving me orders as they like. They think I'm their age who can be stepped on and order to go here and there. I know, I know, Im the only one attached in that group. Go on, go on without me. Have fun. I know that I'm just the last resort to them. You think I'm childish? Yes I am, when it comes to respect. Who am i to respect those who dont respect me. Im the older one here. I've been giving in and tolerating them. Now i'm the victim. I guess i'll mind my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby, i miss you.. Will be waiting for u... :'( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-3141279176025190145?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3141279176025190145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3141279176025190145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-guess-nobody-will-respect-me-animore.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2409995367894439362</id><published>2008-12-22T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:01:41.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3, 4 or 5 days make no difference to me. "Uncontactable" for that length of days will just make me feel lost. I need to occupy my days but with pleasant limitations. Maybe i'll watch movie alone, play my psp right after i reach home after work. Listen to my mp3, especially this song, "Memories of Home".. I gonna miss clumsyB. Miss sms-ing her when i'm working. Miss her irritating but cute msn messages when working also. Miss her missed calls when I'm busy working and cant reply her. Miss talking to her every night before sleep. Miss reminding her to eat. I miss her alot i guess. I realise now how she felt when i was outstation for two weeks. It's not only that I will not get to see her but its that i cant even get to contact her. No auto roaming. I hope she can use her parents' hp to call or at least sms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im selfish right?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I cannot wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;To see your face again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;To feel your touch once again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyg.. hkl doakan awak selamat pergi dan selamat pulang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2409995367894439362?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2409995367894439362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2409995367894439362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-4-or-5-days-make-no-difference-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-4649270148429516484</id><published>2008-12-20T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:02:12.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Land</title><content type='html'>I'm back from my holiday.. Now catching up on things, checking my emails, my other emails, my friendster, my bands myspace... So far so good.. had a great time at the island. Shopping. Taking photos. Watching the dancing sea. Exploring under the sea. Explore and explore again til my leg shaking and got very very tired. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this log. Took it for a ride.. Its the ride of my life. Like a rollercoaster. heee.. I did ride on a ship and went for treasure hunting with this pirate guy.. Going thru' those crabs and getting wet by those bird droppings.. Almost fall in the pitfall. But in the end we found the treasure. To my surprise the pirate guy just want the treasure for his own. But its a relieved that his greediness lad him to a trap. The treasure was just a test of our wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now... Dont understand what I'm talking about. Well.. Just wanna waste my time.. This place is where Oscar and Ami live in. Even the Capitan said he'll be back for another hunt. Hmm.. what a great place for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be out soon.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-4649270148429516484?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/4649270148429516484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/4649270148429516484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunshine-land.html' title='Sunshine Land'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2588862854774919488</id><published>2008-12-17T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:04:38.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seal it with an advice</title><content type='html'>Hi, I was from holiday..I mean holiday from blogging. *lame. Still im not going to update about the past.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i gonna be holiday again but its a real one. a secret holiday. Dun worry, not your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I am bored at work. Always staring at the computer doing AutoCADD drawing. Drafting, designing, stresing, cursing, etc.. Although it sucks, but its my job now. My career. Moreover, it is time for me to upgrade myself. For my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, driving license, still ongoing slowwwly but will be smooth next year after i settle some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, studies, still thinking of what course to take which will be related to my job. Maybe Electrical Engineering, Marine offshore, or Mechanical, or maybe design or civil engineering. Or maybe i can upgrade my Autocadd skils..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my savings, i wanna save and save till im happy with  my income. Im not that young u know. Aiming to get married by 30 or 31 or 32. Arrggh! till i settle down. (Sorry gf, for your own good too dear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,.... maybe later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly, i wanna thank my family for loving me, especially my parents. Who love me, raise me up, teach me, care for me, respect my decisions, withstand my attitude, and always there to listen to my problems. To my siblings, Mimi, my brother that i reali care so much eventhough i hate his attitude who thinks about himself and not others. Responsibility is all he needs. Then goes down to his care for family and others. Well, I wanna thank him for sharing his hobbies with me. And now we are in the same band. Great! Fathin, my dear sis. She may not realise that i care so much for her. Pampered her. She's the most luckiest girl in our family. Everthing she wants, she got. I just dont whats enough for her. Doing simple house chores, are like detention to her. But still, she is our princess who i will take care even if my life depend on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest clumsyB, aka girlfriend. =) If u read my previous post, she is the reason why i started a blog in a first place. All i could write about is her. Now that we are together, I just dont know what to write about. Whatever we did together, gf had updated it to her blog. hee.. She changed my life. She made me realisd that an eldest son or daughter has his/her own way to settle in a family. Meaning, the upbringing of a family is different from other families. God knows what im talking about. 15 months and still counting.. (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My band, Complex Juliet, I wanna thank them for bringing my hobby to live. As im not fit to train in silat, this is the only interest i have that can keep me away from the stress at work. Alfie aka Aliff, who put this band together. Without him, we may even make an original song and perform in gigs and competition. He has the communication skills to interact with other band. Like a public relation guy. Sometimes, he gave us the nerves but overall his our friend and like a brother to me. Fezo aka Hafeez, who showed me the meaning of working hard to passion. He do his very best to stay in his passion even when obstacles hinder him. He's willingness to learn and change himself makes me realise that it is not always a goodbye when bad things happen to oneself. I wanna thank him for that. Nizam, Mamai, the only couple who is involve in the band. They showed me that age doesnt matter in a relationship. They showed me that problems never stop them from loving and supporting each other. I wana thank Mamai for coming to our almost every band practice, eventhough sometime we suck. Thank Zam aka Nizam, for giving me confidence when im down. Still more but maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i heard that most of the people around me hate their lives. I agree with that, life sometimes suck. But we have to look at the people atound us. How suck our lives are, there are others much worse. or may not have a life at all. Look at our ownself. Did we do the right thing for ourselves and others? Did we respect our family, especially our parents? Did we put alot of effort to respect others, to pick ourselves up, gain respect? It is all come back to us. Our thinking, our doing, our confidence, our self-esteem, our mistakes. Did we correct that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;p.s. don't agree? tag me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2588862854774919488?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2588862854774919488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2588862854774919488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/12/seal-it-with-advice.html' title='Seal it with an advice'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-5845572436550084014</id><published>2008-10-28T13:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T10:31:37.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SQalUZXKuKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/h2oCVIKhQTo/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi.. update now.. my gf keep asking me to update, but i duno wat to write.. hmmm.. y not i start with this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262079203266504130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SQapJ9qrpcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Sdi0DdhN3WE/s320/P140508_21.59%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Happi 14th month-sary to my dearest clumsyB and me.. After all we've been through together, may our relationship last, Insyaallah... And i want to go on holiday with u.. hehe... can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LoLs.. ok. Nxt about Complex Juliet, my band.. Some of my friends may not even think that im in a band. "A geek like haikal in a band? Playing what? Triangle? Ting Ting..." Hey! Helloooo! That was like ages ago when i was in the school SYMPHONIC band. I was the percussionist and of course i didnt get to play my favourite instrument, the drumset. Always a minor there.. But during lunch time or after school, i always spend my time practise the drums. I guess its like i was like fanatic with drums. I wish to be a drummer at that time.. But I gues now its different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever we planned will not neccesary get w/o HIS will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So My name is Hykel, the vocalist of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Complex Juliet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. We play Alternative/Pop Rock music.. We gonna make an EP soon this coming November, we gonna have our own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ROCK aLIVE gig at L-cube (145A, Jalan Besar Road), with 2 more bands. Its on 7 December.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Please support us. Tix selling at &lt;strong&gt;$5 (starts 1o Nov) &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;$6 (on the gig day)&lt;/strong&gt;. Tag, Frienster comment or MSN me for more information ok or visit our myspace at &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/complexjuliet"&gt;www.myspace.com/complexjuliet&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok Done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;awak.. imy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-5845572436550084014?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5845572436550084014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5845572436550084014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-all-sake.html' title='For all sake'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SQapJ9qrpcI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Sdi0DdhN3WE/s72-c/P140508_21.59%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2128599546189868025</id><published>2008-09-01T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:24:29.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1st of Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>Fasting month.. Yah... Lots of stuffs to do and not do. I'm now working... But i guess im free now.. Alot of people are sick.. Not just sick as in health sick. Even love sick or life sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this situation where a couple who had been together for almost 2 years and suddenly the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; asked for break up. Reason? Because he's in love with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;someone else&lt;/span&gt;. And that someone else is going to be engaged with another person.. How complicated is that?! But I don't understand the guy.. After 2 years together and u have the heart to do this.. Must be something goin on with this guy and the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;someone else&lt;/span&gt;. A love affair might be.. I don't want to KPO or what.. Just wanna share this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;someone else&lt;/span&gt; did something together and i reali mean something, he should just confess to his &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; about it.. Maybe he was confuse and did something that most man will do when seeing someone naked infront.. But was that "nafsu", "passionate desire", or maybe he had fall deeply for that someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is was he right or wrong in this situation? He might be right.. Because, love is all around. Sometimes a person may have greater feelings for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;someone else&lt;/span&gt; than the current one. That person may also bored or tired of the current one because of fights, no understanding, or maybe piss off by one anothers unchange bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;He might be wrong.. Because the break up was from his act. He asked for it. He said that suddenly he fall for this &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;someone else&lt;/span&gt; after only 1 month and i bet they did something. He explained that after just one month, he felt like he had known her for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that true? U decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fasting Month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2128599546189868025?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2128599546189868025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2128599546189868025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-of-ramadhan.html' title='The 1st of Ramadhan'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-784574016576726894</id><published>2008-08-17T12:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:44:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At this moment</title><content type='html'>Ok now. About my stuff today. I'm in the woodlands library, surfing the net and blogging. Might be awkward, cos its my first time using my dearest's lappy and blog entry. And im not use to typing lots of words using laptop. Maybe im immune to desktop rather than laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, im always with my computer, drafting and surfing and MSN-ing.. =p But there's no time to blog or even blog hop... Because all the time i just draft, measure, inspect and meetings. Only have short time for surfing. Surfing for informations n e-shopping.. hehehe... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my dearest is studying.. She's reali stressed up.. Dare not to disturb her... But she disturbed me instead and i always have to tell her to study.. heee.. So cute.. I reali wanna help her but i dunno abt wat she's studying.. Sumtimes it makes me regret of quitting skul.. Missing the study life, with frens and the ccas, the fun times in between.. Im now near to a working adult but not yet, heehee.. Still young mah!! My friends still think im 18 to 20 years old. The keep asking me whats my age.. Its as if they forgotten my age. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i gona end here for now.. Wanna see how my dearest is doing with her revision. She's cute when she's stress.. my clumsyB. heee.. I love just the way she is.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the best for ur paper k cyg... saaaaayaaaang awk byk2!  :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-784574016576726894?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/784574016576726894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/784574016576726894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/08/at-this-moment.html' title='At this moment'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2052143776247467302</id><published>2008-08-17T11:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:18:39.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Hi its been a long time.... I know some might be wondering.. Actuali Im bz with my work.. Too bz till i only have hav time for my family and my dearest. As u can see my previous entries, with pictures and all.. That was only little parts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok talking about little parts.. There is some little situations that most of us and i mean MOST of us, will tend to make them big.. As big as possible.. Sometimes it may become worse or may become just a long story in a boring life..&lt;br /&gt;Boring life? Yeah.. Getting bored is common.. But if u make ur own story, life will be meaningful. But these stories may be a making up or the flow of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for example.. You have a small problem which involves your family. Its just a small conflict, but when you share it with your friends, you add abit and make the whole thing big. This is bad but may be good..&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the bad thing is, your add ups may give a bad impression bout your family. But some add ups may be good. Because good friends will give advices and those advices may be useful for the future. I know most of us will make stories to get sympathy or to make others hate them.. Depending on the situation. These people are those who have low self esteem. Because they don't believe in the flow of life.. Ofcos I know that we can write our future.. But in other understanding, is writing our future &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt; the flow of our life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life may be complicated. Try not to make it more complicated. Everyone have their different life stories which GOD have written for them. So you think you can control your own life? Well think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2052143776247467302?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2052143776247467302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2052143776247467302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-its-been-long-time.html' title='Life'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2420834042170730268</id><published>2008-07-28T16:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:00.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random updates (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;first &amp;amp; foremostly, i would like to apologise for crashing into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hykel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s blog. i felt that some bloghoppers would just want to pass by &amp;amp; see how he's been doing right? so yea, let me update some stuffs since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hykel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had been busy with his work lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, hykel had lots of eating session with his friends after work. hohoho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227977172596657826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SI2Bihp5jqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vYyEyOu_xs8/s320/sakura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;see, alot of eating sessions with the friends. lol! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;not forgetting that transerve actually have had their bowling competition once the other time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227979035245064610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SI2DO8j4saI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1uA_UGs155M/s320/bowlingwithtranserve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the teammates &amp;amp; himself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;next, he's been very involved with work. for example, he went off to perak last january, if i'm not mistaken. &amp;amp; he loves his current job. look at this pic below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227977886741719058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SI2CMGDWaBI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uV_H4CZLfWA/s320/career.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;see, he loves his career (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; apart from that, he &amp;amp; 4 other members(which includes his brother), has formed a band of their own. known as the Summer Snow. here they are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SI2DOfpDXsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8L_biDEM_jo/s1600-h/the+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227979027482107586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SI2DOfpDXsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/8L_biDEM_jo/s320/the+band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt; Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; here's the lead singer...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227979030488266178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SI2DOq1xtcI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LQUyDbja0sI/s320/bf_jammingsession.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hykel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, though he's busy, he's still able to keep in touch with his old pal &amp;amp; not forgetting, meeting them when he's free (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so yeap. i'm done with doing him a favour by typing an entry of his updates. so long, till then... tc people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;yours truly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;zaff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;salam from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hykel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2420834042170730268?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2420834042170730268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2420834042170730268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-updates.html' title='random updates (:'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SI2Bihp5jqI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vYyEyOu_xs8/s72-c/sakura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-1903192993780500758</id><published>2008-05-06T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:31:01.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summarizing my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being silence for so long, it is time to let it out..&lt;br /&gt;I realized that we as a human being, sometimes just talk and talk but not walk the talk. Is that selfish? I guess it is. May giving advises is not a good idea when no one is heeding.. Being experienced in that post for, let’s say, 1 year. Do you think that person already know how to handle? Tell me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a lot of responsibilities may burden your self in the end. But if we can cope with them without stressing ourselves out, then it’s fine. No one will comment on that. What’s important is whether we can manage our time well or not. If we can’t, then should not take the responsibilities in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-1903192993780500758?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1903192993780500758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1903192993780500758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/05/summarizing-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-577327147129831325</id><published>2008-03-31T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:03:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>The worst mistake that i didnt even realise.. I didn't understand u.. I didn't realise that u care bout me so much.. I noe im stupid.. Maybe bcos of the past mistakes iv made.. Maybe bcos of my decisions to get a career and stopped being a student.. I did this with lots of thinking.. I noe its harsh but this is what i call freedom.. Im 23, goin to 24. I hav to make my own decision for my own sake, not others.. i may be selfish but come to think of that, I know im right. I officiall single but taken. Single as in not married. So i do what's best for me. Then my family, then my close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So thats the 1st thing. Next is about my interests. Firstly, silat. I know that i can't pursue this, cos i'm no more in any clubs or school. I cant join competitions. I can't join 'tanding' and that i noe, bcos of this stupid knee.. I cant even play soccer well and i cant even jog or like i normally do.. Its disappointing not to b able to beat or atleast on par with your own timing. Then when it comes to 'seni', i thought i have hope.. But its just for me to train at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What for should i come for training if im no more in that team..? Yah, ppl would say its for improving your fitness and giving them support. How can i improve my fitness when i can't even catch up with their trainings...? How can i give than support when i always have a disappointing feeling in me..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once again.. I may be selfish but its my mistake and i dun want to come to a place where i have false hope of myself. Every time when i train my 'regu' alone at home, it feels like im have something that i can do after my injury, besides singing, and drumming. But i guess it should be left at home and stays there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, next is about involving in musics. I love singing, no doubt about it. Since i started practising my drummings again, i started to enjoy being in the band. Where i can do 2 things at one session. Singing n drumming. Its a great feeling to perform infront of others even if your band is still not that tight yet. But i may get out of hand. Not understanding someone close to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 7 months we are together. She has been tolerating my selfishness.. She care about me too much. And i took her for granted. Am i not that ready for this relationship.? At this age i should be.. I still don't get it.. Do we understand each other? Or its me whose being selfish all this while..? I dunno. I can't judge myself.. What i know is i have made alot of ppl sad. And alot of them might be disappointed in me, even before i realised it. Yes. Iv made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cyg, hkl minta maaf. hkl telah byk buat slg dgn awk. hkl byk kasi awk sedih. maafkan hkl. jgnlah menangis lagi sayang. hkl sangat menyayangi nur. hkl mau hubungan kte berkekalan. insyaallah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-577327147129831325?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/577327147129831325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/577327147129831325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/03/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-4128657165704439001</id><published>2008-01-17T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:13:18.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zaff's here! ((:</title><content type='html'>as usual. someone is pretty lazy to update his blog. ((: so yess, here i am, has got nth to do exactly; updating for him. heh! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, how's him exactly? alhamdulillah. he's healthy. living &amp;amp; breathing exactly. lol. other than that, some of the silat mates said that he ad gone abit bonch. believe it or not, sometimes i do kinda thought of it too. heh! *&lt;em&gt;sorry awak, can't resist to say it here&lt;/em&gt;.* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, the &lt;em&gt;perut tu macam dah turun ckit lahh&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;tapi tkpe k, skali skali bonch pun mcm best&lt;/em&gt;. ;) &lt;em&gt;asek nur je kena kacau dgn hkl&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;skg hkl nye turn&lt;/em&gt;. *&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muahahah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;* xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeap. he's still the&lt;strong&gt; normal 48kg&lt;/strong&gt; guy. k, i noe he's &lt;strong&gt;light&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;damn light&lt;/strong&gt; lahh seih... cume, he hadn't been checking his weight recently. there's a possibilty that he might gain weight. heh! kk, zaff, stop it. i'm not gonna talk abt weight anymore ok. heh! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's happy &amp;amp; yess, he wanna wish a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very late belated NEW YEAR 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! ((: he got his new yr's resolution done on that new yr itself. so yess, he will reveal it by himself lahh ok. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for now, he's watching &lt;strong&gt;AI*7&lt;/strong&gt;. so am i. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;lazy-bummer darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. update soon yea dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, tc dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hykel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-4128657165704439001?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/4128657165704439001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/4128657165704439001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2008/01/zaffs-here.html' title='zaff&apos;s here! ((:'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-6291422167826448514</id><published>2007-12-20T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:29:57.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.. random bloggie after so long.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss her.. missing her always.. she's gone.. gone out of my sight.. cannot be contacted.. How can i contact her.. messages not replied.. no other way to tell this to her.. no other way... Today its the aidil adha.. and we have to berkorban for our love.. Patience..&lt;br /&gt;i gues maybe there is a chance..&lt;br /&gt;I Love You So Much Nurzafirah.. And i'LL Always Miss You.. I'm Sorry That I Can't Be By Your Side Always. No Matter What, You're Always in My Heart. With Allah's Will, I'll Do My Best Not to Lose You, My Dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok done..&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-6291422167826448514?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6291422167826448514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6291422167826448514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-1143748506003102342</id><published>2007-11-28T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:12:02.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellow peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zaff's here updating for hkl. (:&lt;br /&gt;anw, here's a simple thing t update for him as he wanted it t b.&lt;br /&gt;it's our 3rd mth tday. just wanna simply say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MONTH &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bie&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays. done for now. tc peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salam from hkl too. (",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-1143748506003102342?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1143748506003102342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1143748506003102342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/11/hellow-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-5910679289842184374</id><published>2007-11-21T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:06:26.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time never blog..&lt;br /&gt;well... it doesnt matter if i blog or not..&lt;br /&gt;wat matters most is that my gf noes what im doing..&lt;br /&gt;sori guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'v been busy lately..  Wel but now im reali reali busy.. with work, chores..&lt;br /&gt;i don't have time for training. i don't have time for friends.. and sumtimes i don't even have time for her.. i'm so disappointed by myself..&lt;br /&gt;But this is for the future.. Look at my age rite now.. I have to be independant.. learn to be a husband in training.. so nobody can pin point me aniting..&lt;br /&gt;i'm still in training for being a good son.. its still long way to go.. As i noe im not a perfect person..&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if u all are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always plan for the future ok.. Enjoy enjoy pun ingat la masa depan k.. slamatz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;to nur,  terima kaseh nur for everything u've done for me.. saaaaayaaaang awk byk2.. (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-5910679289842184374?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5910679289842184374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5910679289842184374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-time-never-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-5158872498668052813</id><published>2007-10-28T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_L6UbmII/AAAAAAAAAHw/ukRaa9TzwKU/s1600-h/1_767591224l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126291749720529026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_L6UbmII/AAAAAAAAAHw/ukRaa9TzwKU/s320/1_767591224l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raye with me, khai and the NYP Silat Pioneers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_MaUbmJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/r0qhbRiWWzs/s1600-h/1694167696_d57c0034f7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126291758310463634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_MaUbmJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/r0qhbRiWWzs/s320/1694167696_d57c0034f7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Show your teeth please =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_MqUbmKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBhPIy3b630/s1600-h/1693313681_5361f2dc01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126291762605430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_MqUbmKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mBhPIy3b630/s320/1693313681_5361f2dc01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's better ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_NKUbmLI/AAAAAAAAAII/dz2BnHhojXc/s1600-h/1693344547_278d10125f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126291771195365554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_NKUbmLI/AAAAAAAAAII/dz2BnHhojXc/s320/1693344547_278d10125f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candid !! Cheese.. ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_NaUbmMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-kXxtFG9eAE/s1600-h/P1020396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126291775490332866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_NaUbmMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-kXxtFG9eAE/s320/P1020396.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad, Bro, Sis and Cuzzies and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Can't wait for Sunday.. Taking lots of pictures with my baby.. hee... oops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-5158872498668052813?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5158872498668052813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5158872498668052813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/raye-with-me-khai-and-nyp-silat.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RyQ_L6UbmII/AAAAAAAAAHw/ukRaa9TzwKU/s72-c/1_767591224l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2518536894248246099</id><published>2007-10-28T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T15:43:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>simply entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after silat training, went to my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; house for lunch.. The food were great !! Nice.. Her mum's cooking, superb.. Especially the rendang and rojak.. Forgot to ask for take away.. hee.. ooops...&lt;br /&gt;Today is our &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2nd month anniversary&lt;/span&gt;.. =) May our relationship last till eternity.. Which means till we settle down, get married and have kids.. oopss.. Too early? mmmm.. =p Insyaallah..&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my interview for work.. Getting prepared for tomorrow.. Hope it will go as planned.. Then will be the seni team 1st training..&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.. look after yourself, your health, ur life, ur family, ur love ones and urself again... Why twice of urself? Bcos if u can't take care of urself, u may not able to take care of others.. Therefore, why care about others' situations, problems, mistakes, flaws, lives when u dun care of ur own.. Think of ur own rights and wrongs before pointing out on others'..&lt;br /&gt;I dun say this becos im right.. Im not perfect. Infact, nobody's perfect.. No one ever have a perfect life.. If u think u have, then i guess u should not ever live in this earth again.. It'll be meaningless to live when everything is perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look ourself in the mirror and think about it.. Patiently.. Carefully.. U might find ur own..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lurv u bie.. Terima kasih kerna bersabar dgn karenah hkl selama ni.. u are my baby, childish, adorable, sweet, lovely, honey, clumsy gf.. oops... saaaaaaayaaaaang nurzafirah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2518536894248246099?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2518536894248246099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2518536894248246099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/simply-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2505495643604665573</id><published>2007-10-26T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:08:25.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no updates cos its just about me and the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I love it.. i like the relationship i have ryt now and i dun want to let it stop just like dat..&lt;br /&gt;All the things about us, i reali cherish.. We trust each other and even if there are problems between us, still we stay tgt to sort things out..&lt;br /&gt;Every relationship, sure there are ups and downs.. Everyone's not perfect nor every relationship. Even frienships and siblings have fights and quarrels.. Watever happens it is the love, trust and care that answers all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past.. Always appear out of no where..  they just when u least expected.. So how can these kind of thing just spoil the fun? How to forget these things when it appear and keep appearing..? Can it be easily gotten over with? Its all in the mind.. Tats what my cousin always say. A friend told me, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'its not the past that haunts you but its you that let it haunts'&lt;/span&gt;. If pple can't get over with the past then how can he or she forgets it.. Yah.. Its can't be forgotten.. So just treat it as a chilhood memories that can never appear again in our lives..Watever it is, the past is the past and now is the present. So live with it and just keep planning for the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kita yg merancang, Tuhan yg menentukan. Tapi bila kita berdoa, Insya-Allah Tuhan akan mengabulkan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hapi with my life rite now.. Even when the past appear, i will let it pass by me cos, i have &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;clumsyB&lt;/span&gt;. She's always in my heart no matter what happens.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;luv ya bie&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2505495643604665573?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2505495643604665573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2505495643604665573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-updates-cos-its-just-about-me-and-gf.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-1587375933888560978</id><published>2007-10-17T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:26:04.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>computer temporarily can be switched on.. relieved.. but not for long..&lt;br /&gt;kept all the important stuffs (my old pics, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; pics) a few to our shared folder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great time ytd.. but actuali it has been great since im with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;one more person knows bout my failure.. yah.. im not dat perfect afterall.. but its all in the mind.. i realised im oredy perfect wen im with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.. thanx for comforting, and supporting me &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;bie&lt;/span&gt;.. Besides my family, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she's&lt;/span&gt; like my other half of me.. im so lucky to have &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; in my life.. Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now to some of you..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groups are meant to have a leader.. Y does a group have to form up another group? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like budak2 design gitu.. Budak2 alip ade puak2.. Omega ade puak2.. Silat ade puak2.. Den group kite pun ade puak2..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Can't we all just stay together.. How will the new ones wanna click with our one group when we are broken up into few groups.. The will think that the seniors have been like dat eversince.. I jus don't understand.. But who am i to judge them.. im neutral.. and i gonna be nobody to the group.. Infact i already have.. I have no rights to settle these whole thing..&lt;br /&gt;Up to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt; leader and the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;previous&lt;/span&gt; one..&lt;br /&gt;Think about it ok if your group do have this kind of problem.. End say, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanx bie for the support u and ur mum gave me.. hkl sgt terharu kerna bie terima hkl dengan seadanya.. Alhamdulillah.. ku berdoa agar jodoh kita berdua kekal hingga ke syurga.. (",)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam,&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-1587375933888560978?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1587375933888560978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1587375933888560978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/computer-temporarily-can-be-switched-on.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-1934252535097346982</id><published>2007-10-15T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:50:11.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;so call first day&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went nyP with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;.. she's lovely.. Was in the mcD.. Thot of eating breakfast but not in the mood.. Gosh.. y am even in this place? y am i still here? Yah, i want to.. i want let it stay as it used to be.. the change has occur and it will go on.. im terrified tat the fact im not part of this place animore... but thanx to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt;.. she makes me feel secure and hapi..&lt;br /&gt;i juz cant stand the shameness and the embarrassment.. when a person get to noe of tis, im jus afraid to even tink abt tis situation again.. but i cant.. it will linger cos my mind recovers slowly.. yah im old.. yah im slow.. yah im aged.. "ku malu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sori i disappoint u bie... mama, baba.. maafkan ku kerna tdak jujur selama ni..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam&lt;br /&gt;hkl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-1934252535097346982?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1934252535097346982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1934252535097346982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-call-first-day.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-5175388343272114901</id><published>2007-10-03T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T10:31:06.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Take the first step in faith. You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith..&lt;br /&gt;A word that is easy to be voiced out but hard to be implemented.&lt;br /&gt;Advices mostly got to do with this "have faith". Yah have faith, cos pple do change.. Even life and the world. They changes every second or minute or mayb more specific, everyday.. Giving pple chances is also the same as u're giving urself chances.. Vice-versa..&lt;br /&gt;Faith in love.. When u have trust u sure have faith in relationships..&lt;br /&gt;So have faith... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;whenever n wherever i'm wif&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;, it's juz hapi-ness, not sad-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-5175388343272114901?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5175388343272114901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5175388343272114901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/take-first-step-in-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2604211641757573769</id><published>2007-10-02T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:48:45.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. long time no update..&lt;br /&gt;short and brief..&lt;br /&gt;first of all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat Ulang Tahun Ibu Liza....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 42nd Birthday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hykel doakan moga Ibu Liza panjang umur, murah rezeki, sihat2 selalu serta bahagia di samping suami, dan keluarga tersayang.. Amiin..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oops boleh eh awak anggil ibu awk 'ibu' =p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Alot of b'daes goin on huh.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. later wana meet up with my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dearest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to find her mum a present. yeay !&lt;br /&gt;I editted my blogskin.. hehe.. and changed to a new song.. hee...&lt;br /&gt;ok wanna bathe.. oops..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awk.. kite da update tau.. wish ibu awk lagi.. hee.. (",) c ya later B.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2604211641757573769?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2604211641757573769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2604211641757573769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-757763805255710269</id><published>2007-09-25T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T08:51:05.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;13th day of Ramadhan...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeay !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wani's Birthday..!&lt;/span&gt; She got her presents...&lt;br /&gt;and............................................................................................................................................................. I got my presents too.. So early rite? First time sey.. Reali... ! hehe.. suke banget !! Lagi2 from my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt;.. and not to mention, frm the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;b'day gerl&lt;/span&gt; too.. ahaks.. Wanna see my presents? mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Sori.. No advance camera hp or digi-cam.. so too bad la..&lt;br /&gt;OK i describe.. got a mickey mouse cup frm &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wani&lt;/span&gt;, the 24th sept baby which was ytd.. She gave me present on her b'day.. Funny la.. And summore she call me &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'Abg Mickey Mouse'&lt;/span&gt;, and i duno y la.. haha.. !! up to her la.. oso got card frm her which says.... oops.. nvm.. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Now another special present for me.. of cos from my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dearest gerlfren&lt;/span&gt;.. mmm.. u have to guess la.. haha.. guessing game time... wait until my b'day then i tell k.. But its wat i always wanted from sumone.. cos i dun like to buy this thing myself.. and i got it frm her ytd.. So touched and of cos surprise.. she met me to give me the presents la.. (terperanjat kite bile awk panggil kite dar blakang.. tu je da surprise tau.. hee..) ;D&lt;br /&gt;and.... one more from my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gerlfren &lt;/span&gt;too.. she bought a pair of identical bangles. one for me n one for her.. awww... so sweet.. the sweetest part was when she wanna buy them, they had onli 2 left.. which just for us.. me and her.. she and i.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;honey and chocolate&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe... ;) Im so happi..  Moreover, we goin out together with the silat frens.. i missed them.. well.. i will always miss them.. i gonna miss them.. I may not be with u guys like we always do.. Insyaallah today most of them cumin.. Most important is my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dearest is &lt;/span&gt;cumin.. hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok tats about it i guess..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;thx awk.. kite suke banget.. lagi2 dari awk.. hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sori awak, kite tido cepat smlm mlm.. mesti awk sedang tunggu kte kol.. sori sgt2.. :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;good news is i dreamt abt u.. i tell u later.. but awk kene ingatkan kte kay.. syg awk.. (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-757763805255710269?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/757763805255710269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/757763805255710269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/13th-day-of-ramadhan.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-6216852727705032880</id><published>2007-09-24T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:02.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvcuYttB5oI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NCrZ7Mtv08M/s1600-h/us-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113606904022689410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvcuYttB5oI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NCrZ7Mtv08M/s200/us-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;12th day of Ramadhan..... and it's her sister's birthday..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPI 14th B'Day One-EEE !! oops.. ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope present da dapat..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to post...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Long time never update...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy to type stuffs.. Well there's nuting great happenings but except for the days with her and them.. I reali gona miss them.. I duno wat will hapen if im not with them animore.. But wats important i still have her.. By my side.. who understands me.. wanna share my sorrows and joys.. I lucky n grateful to have her.. Alhamdulillah.. Now i realise there's a meaning in life.. When i live life to the fullest, its all bcos of her.. Cos it made me met her.. Back to the first time i noe her, till now when she's by my side, in my heart.. I can just feel her presence even when we are in visual contact.. I wana stand by her.. Be with her... Taking her away from her sorrows.. Making her hapi.. Lots and lots are in my mind now..&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and dun wori honey... its all about us.. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now random pics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113605624122435074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvctONtB5gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/LcQ5t69W1rI/s200/grp%252B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113605628417402386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvctOdtB5hI/AAAAAAAAAGk/jrFo7MjT7jo/s200/47b7d700b3127cce98548a11d8ff00000027100ActWLJu1ct2IA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113605628417402402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvctOdtB5iI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dtfmz4Oi6N4/s200/47b7d701b3127cce98548a1a417000000027100ActWLJu1ct2IA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113605628417402418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvctOdtB5jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RVO7OexRHbk/s200/47b7d701b3127cce98548a1e417400000027100ActWLJu1ct2IA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113605632712369730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvctOttB5kI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5hJz6ltsLF4/s200/47b7d701b3127cce98548a3c415600000037100ActWLJu1ct2IA.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113606478820927058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rvct_9tB5lI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ad9pD7f4iOU/s200/47b7d701b3127cce98548a36415c00000037100ActWLJu1ct2IA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113606483115894370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvcuANtB5mI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AZz7FF8ATQY/s200/47b7d701b3127cce98548a06416c00000027100ActWLJu1ct2IA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113606483115894386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvcuANtB5nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/K4I1ZyaTIpA/s200/47b7d701b3127cce98548a2fc07500000027100ActWLJu1ct2IA.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My pick of pics.. Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;awak... terima kasih kerna memahami kite.. Aku ada kerna kau ada......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/5096584281076768872-6216852727705032880?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6216852727705032880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6216852727705032880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/12th-day-of-ramadhan.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvcuYttB5oI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NCrZ7Mtv08M/s72-c/us-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-1390829043937871765</id><published>2007-09-20T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:54:29.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday... outing w/o &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.. outing was ok.. normal, average.. i guess i was not my usual self.. Been tinking alot when i was sitting alone.. and there were the friends taking my pictures and all.. i hope they are not trying to cheer me me cos i dun wan them to noe wat i was actuali tinking of.. i reali gona miss them.. i just noe im not be able to be with them in the usual place animore..&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me tat i was quiet ytd.. Well dat friend was rite i guess.. I can't always be cheerful.. Im not perfect and im sori..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ya Allah.. Berikanlah kekuatan untuk ku berkata-kata.. KAU lah Maha Mengetahui..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-1390829043937871765?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1390829043937871765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1390829043937871765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-9153949734200032738</id><published>2007-09-19T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:03.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvC4KPRQxaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EBleF75CDd0/s1600-h/th_Emo6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111788063102649762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvC4KPRQxaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EBleF75CDd0/s200/th_Emo6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;susah mau diungkapkan.. hanya mau jumpa sama kamu.. pusing... pusing... tidak dilayak.. takot.. takot.. terlalu banyak takutnya.. tidak mau kehilanganmu.. jgnlah kamu bersedih sayang.. Jika diketahui, akan dikeji, dibiarkan, ditinggalkan.. Mengapa begini? Sudah sempuna kehidupan tetapi mengapa terjadi begini.. Tidak terdaya.. Jika diterima, adakah mereka menerima..? Kehabisan.. Kepudaran.. Kegagalan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shot down reali hard.. fading away..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&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/5096584281076768872-9153949734200032738?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/9153949734200032738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/9153949734200032738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/susah-mau-diungkapkan.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvC4KPRQxaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EBleF75CDd0/s72-c/th_Emo6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-3550550683402556917</id><published>2007-09-19T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:03.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvCLfvRQxZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zp8NzX9CZgY/s1600-h/2nb8s9f_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111738954446587282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvCLfvRQxZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zp8NzX9CZgY/s200/2nb8s9f_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fallen down reali hard.. Gona fade away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&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/5096584281076768872-3550550683402556917?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3550550683402556917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3550550683402556917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/fallen-down-reali-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvCLfvRQxZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Zp8NzX9CZgY/s72-c/2nb8s9f_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-3353340782823440861</id><published>2007-09-19T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:03.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvCHuvRQxYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/12J3On0qsHs/s1600-h/2itg50n_th.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111734814098113922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvCHuvRQxYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/12J3On0qsHs/s200/2itg50n_th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hidup tidak bermaya tanpa mu.. Tanpa mereka.. Meninggalkan segalanya.. Mungkinkah ini takdir? Atau balasan dari MU..? Kebolehan terjejas.. Kehidupan terikat.. Kemanusiaan terbalas.. Kehadiran semakin pudar.. Tidak dapat masuk ke dalam tempat in lagi.. Sia sia saja pengorbanan.. Adakah difahami? Adakah dikeji? Adakah peluang? Adakah dikeluarkan? Sebabnya jelas.. Tiada lagi di situ.. Minat akan terjejas. Tidak ada yang mengetahui.. Kehabisan.. Kepudaran.. Kegagalan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fallen down reali hard.. Gona fade away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&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/5096584281076768872-3353340782823440861?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3353340782823440861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3353340782823440861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/hidup-tidak-bermaya-tanpa-mu.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RvCHuvRQxYI/AAAAAAAAAF8/12J3On0qsHs/s72-c/2itg50n_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-8863325688823986935</id><published>2007-09-18T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:26:05.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;6th day of ramadan...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm reali hapi.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to go out together with my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;gf&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ibu&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.. Nervous at 1st but after a while of joking around and shopping and conversation; it actuali went well.. And im glad..&lt;br /&gt;Her ibu does look serious.. if u duno her, u might tot she's fierce.. but she's quite funny too.. especialli wen she joked about my gf..(sori kte join ketawe kat awak..) oops.. During the shopping, i just window shopping.. bought some food for buke.. and oso her ibu bought some food for me.. i was trilled and shy too.. (malu sey ibu org lain belanje !!) ;P But im hapi tat the outing went well.. Alhamdulillah.. Thanx to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;.. Thanx to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ibu&lt;/span&gt;.. soooo much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Moga perjalanan jalinan silaturrahim antara kedua keluarga kite kekal dan kembang.. insyaallah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;to awak, nxt time kluar ngan kite n famili kte k.. (",) saaaaaaayaaaaaang awk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-8863325688823986935?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8863325688823986935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8863325688823986935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/6th-day-of-ramadan.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-4795202966551339546</id><published>2007-09-15T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:15:50.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd day of fasting..&lt;br /&gt;Nuting important to say actuali..&lt;br /&gt;My Days are reali bored rite now without her.. Wana call or msg her.. I miss her badly but i dun wan to keep calling or msging her bcos i want her to miss me badly tooo.. I want her to miss me the way im missing her rite now.. But i noe she is missing me more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Not every relationships are perfect. Some relationships have problems, arguments, debate, fights, etc..&lt;br /&gt;But doesn't mean without the problems or arguments, its not call a relationship.. It may happen or it may not.. Maybe it'll be alot worse than others.. dun ever tink about this tings so much.. Live life to the fullest.. Don't expect some tings too much.. It's all on God's Will.. We just do our part as a human being.. and expect the unexpected tat will be in store for us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to awak... jgn fikir byk sgt ye awak.. sabar.. bulan ramadan ni byk dugaan.. banyak2 berdoa ye.. insyaallah it will do smoothly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I wish to be there for u.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-4795202966551339546?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/4795202966551339546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/4795202966551339546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/3rd-day-of-fasting.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-6745523785313327206</id><published>2007-09-13T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T17:46:54.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lagu Rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bintang malam katakan padanya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku ingin melukis sinarmu di hatinya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Embun pagi sampaikan padanya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Biar ku dekap erat waktu dingin membelenggunya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tahukah engkau wahai langit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku ingin bertemu membelai wajahnya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kan ku pasang hiasan angkasa yang terindah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hanya untuk dirinya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lagu rindu ini kuciptakan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hanya untuk bidadari hatiku tercinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walau hanya nada sederhana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ijinkan ku ungkap segenap rasa dan kerinduan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-6745523785313327206?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6745523785313327206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6745523785313327206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/lagu-rindu-bintang-malam-katakan.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-1561881195470137829</id><published>2007-09-11T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T14:18:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff147/zafcilipadi/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff147/zafcilipadi/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;didnt update post for 3 days..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok gona summarise..&lt;/em&gt; ooopss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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;saturday..... Went silat training.. not alot turned up.. maybe of the word swimming.. i guess alot dun noe how to swim.. hee... well in NYP silat alot noes how to swim.. The guys will be &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;president, pink guy, kimi, big fish, didi&lt;/span&gt;, me and quite alot.. Gerls ! if u wana drown we will save u all.. eheh ! Gerls that i noe who can swim will be &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;barney, itik&lt;/span&gt;, mmmm, mmm, mm, duno anyone else cos haven't seen them swim.. hee ! Dat day onli me, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;president, pink guy, small fish, kimi, superman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt; dat swam.. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Ayam&lt;/span&gt; went in the pool but lifeguard dun let her swim cos she wore t-shirt.. My &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt; didnt swim cos she she has a girl problem.. but i noe she knows how to swim.. ;p Burger was push into the pool in her silat uniform.. haha ! and the way she cried was funny la.. haha ! Then train as usual at judo rm, kicking, takedowns and lite sparring.. Burger keep on laughing lah.. Kecoh, irritating but she made training more fun.. hee ! she kicked superman's bottom.. ouch! (superman kuat gitu pun akhirnye di jatuhkan hahahahaha !) then kicked my &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;darling's&lt;/span&gt; bottom lak and oso punched her mouth.. ( ehk ! tak puas hati ke? balas alik eh? hee.. joking) kecian awak... I sent my &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt; home after training.. we talked alot as usual.. hee.. Then she went for kenduri with her family at uncle's house.. Suspected some of her relatives know about us la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kte dun mind awk, asalkan its a good ting.. (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff147/zafcilipadi/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff147/zafcilipadi/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sunday... at home whole day.. talked to my &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt; on the fone.. talked as usual.. Again.. heee.. i love talking to her.. especiali bout the time when we actuali frens.. If i were to confess my feelings to her earlier, i duno wat will happen.. But i did wait till the rite time.. And all the patience was worth it.. during we were frens, all i did was to help, to make her happy and not to feel stress or wat so ever.. It was the circuit ting tat brought me close to her.. Actuali there's alot of signs tat brought us together.. the day wen i watched movie with her and her fren and my twin name... the time i became the referee for her fight.. the setting up of the function.. the silat dinner.. the accidental hit on her head and face.. the long talks on the way home after east coast picnic.. the fun time at her dad's birthday BBQ.. the first MSN talk.. the time when she's goin on a holiday.. the sourvenir she gave me... and also the time i asked tissue.. the time she gave me tissue and tat was our first conversation.. I cant forget wen i called her tissue-gerl.. with her Hi Kitty Tissue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mase mase itu lah yg buat kite teringat bahwa susahnye nak pisahkan diri kite dgn awak..('',)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.... i went out with &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt; to ViVo &amp; some other places.. We actuali took bus 963 instead of the train.. hee.. skali skala kan kite naik bas ngan awak.. best tak awak? ;) It felt like ViVo was small wen im with her. i was like a foreigner la.. duno where to go when we reach there.. and i just know where&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; barney&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;lollipop&lt;/span&gt; took theirs pics together, which was at the fountain la.. me and &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;darling&lt;/span&gt; spent almost 9hrs together.. ahakz ! (sori ryan tak jumpe ko tadi) there we took pictures.. eat together.. spent time together... sent her home.. Love spending time with her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff147/zafcilipadi/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff147/zafcilipadi/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i am who i am too... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n i love u for who u are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kte pun saaaaaayaaaaaang awak... hee ! may our relationship last... insya'allah..(",)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take care and have fun with ibu awak k.. sori uat awak tunggu kte smlm mlm.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-1561881195470137829?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1561881195470137829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1561881195470137829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/didnt-update-post-for-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-1882387440319256669</id><published>2007-09-07T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:53:14.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alone to mosque for friday prayers.. not gonna meet anione as i thought.. but met my neibourhood friends.. we talked lots of crap.. talk bout gerls and even disturb one passing by.. oopss.. sori awk.. well its been a long since we all joked with each other.. calling me HaikaLaBoB, then that 'Kung' word stil the 1st ting they call me.. duno y.. its better than the BKT.. Those in NYP Silat will noe.. Wakakaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt meet her today.. she's being a good gerl helping her mum.. i like.. even im missing her..&lt;br /&gt;well.. no worries.. i gona c her tmr insyaallah.. jus watched Deal or No Deal.. Got fed with dat lady who participated.. she does look rich as i thought she would.. she's just greedy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y some singaporeans have this 'discriminism'.. should the poor or should i say the low income pple participate in the game show too..? indonesian version is more fair.. they give a chance to the low pay participants, wich is great la.. should the rich be richer and leave the poor eating dust? imagine u were given a deal of $11500 and chances of having the $50000 is damn slim.. for those who reali nid money will just take.. but the rich? whose income per mth is $3000 to 4000? a doctor? i gues not.. No Deal! No Deal! Greedy!! I just realised that even our country have beggars around asking for money.. Gosh.. every country is the same.. meaning our country is not tat rich afterall with these beggars.. i mean our country is still not moving forward with these ppl still at the back.. Help these ppl and then its call One Peaple One Nation One Singapore  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i doubt it will not happen.. i would like to help these ppl but i, myself and my family are in the low income category.. Singapore even have caste system huh..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me with my big thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-1882387440319256669?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1882387440319256669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1882387440319256669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/alone-to-mosque-for-friday-prayers.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-1896658338322514023</id><published>2007-09-06T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:59:47.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;she's back.. yeay... but still miss her.. hehe.. tmr is friday and i didint realise dat.. may gona see her.. but it all depends and insyaallah.. Fasting month is cumin soon.. Less than one week.. By then its terawih time.. and Qiya mulail.. Fasting on a skool holiday.. After raya will start skul rite away.. hee..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;duno wat else to type.. my mind just wanna see her.. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-1896658338322514023?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1896658338322514023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1896658338322514023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/shes-back.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-3105738864761487111</id><published>2007-09-06T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:10:25.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I edited my blog.. with her help of cos... missing her rite now.. she's been away out of S'pore.. So i edit abit to make my blog nicer abit.. hope she's having fun rite now.. im quite bored today.. Wanna go sumwhere but my whole body is just tired.. Maybe cos i dun wanna go out alone.. Mayb my body need her by my side.. Mayb my body is missing her.. yeah i AM missing her..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway is a good thing to miss sumone u love or care.. By missing sumone u actuali tinking of that sumone.. The best part is that u are not forgetting that sumone.. In short u are remembering sumone by missing him or her.. =)&lt;br /&gt;Therefore go on.. miss them okay.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SayangKu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walaupun tanpa kehadiranmu disisiku,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bayangmu tetap di hatiku..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walaupun ku tidak dapat mendakap tubuhmu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bayangmu tetap di hatiku..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walaupun tidak kedengaran suaramu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bayangmu tetap di hatiku..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sayangku..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bayangmu membuat hatiku dekat padamu..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerna ku tahu, kehadiranmu adalah untukku..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ku sangat menyayangimu..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love U Miss U Need U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-3105738864761487111?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3105738864761487111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3105738864761487111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-edited-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-7965835880633943508</id><published>2007-09-06T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:32:52.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love U Miss U Need U'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;di saat waktu berhenti mengikuti semua langkah-langkahku&lt;br /&gt;kau adalah satu-satunya yang kuharap hadir dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;di saat mentari berhenti mencoba menghangat di tubuhku&lt;br /&gt;kau adalah satu-satunya yang ku tunggu hadir dalam jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;menerangi setiap sudut ruang hatiku&lt;br /&gt;memberikan kekuatan dalam setiap langkahku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu cinta untukmu dari lubuk hatiku&lt;br /&gt;yang kau selalu ku nyanyikan sampai akhir hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Lagu rindu untukmu dari dasar jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;yang kau selalu ku nyatakan di seluruh hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagai bintang dilangit&lt;br /&gt;Begitu cinta kita&lt;br /&gt;Tak kan pernah binasa&lt;br /&gt;Meski terhapus masa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Kau telah sempurnakan&lt;br /&gt;Telah engkau ciptakan&lt;br /&gt;Dia untuk diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;moga awak slamat pulang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-7965835880633943508?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/7965835880633943508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/7965835880633943508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/di-saat-waktu-berhenti-mengikuti-semua.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-4308506504208460151</id><published>2007-09-04T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T02:39:20.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love U Miss U Need U'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;after the performance for the 5 Nations Netball Tournament.. Ate at fork &amp; spoon wit my gf.. Then i go to arabstreet and she went home.. I miss Her la.. When me, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Gagap, Lolipop, Barney, Ryan, Tinggi, Prof Klon and Deen&lt;/span&gt; sang sentimental songs, i beginning to tink of her.. Actuali i always been tinking of her.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She look so lovely with e make up and all.. Infact she is lovely the way she is... We went early to skul.. She brought choc sponge cake and choc marble cake for me.. So sweet of her.. Love her so much lah.. i ate lots of them.. ;) B4 that we bought crispy seaweeds and green tea with honey lemon and green tea with peach.. Like having a picnic at sch.. hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She drew my eyes with her eyeliner.. hee.. best best.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;thanx awk, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ext time make up kan utk kte k awak&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; xp Then we took pictures tgt.. And then do the performance as wat iv said earlier.. i was so very tired after the tournament.. nearly out of breath but managed it.. performance was ok.. Congrats to us.. especiali to the First timers.. Thanx to kak aida too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Didnt send Her home.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Lain kali kite antar awak sampai depan pintu umah k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Smoke sisha at El-Sheikh.. Its been a long since iv been there.. The last, i forget when but it was when i was still smoking.. Felt abit giddy just now.. but was ok when i reached home..&lt;/span&gt; Next time to karaoke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish u were with me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;thanx for the cakes awak.. sukeeee banget.. saaaayaaaang awk =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-4308506504208460151?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/4308506504208460151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/4308506504208460151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-performance-for-5-nations-netball.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2314883062181183856</id><published>2007-08-31T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:10:23.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe &amp; Understanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Life just ain't easy.. Everyone have the rite to hate their lives.. But y shud u hate ur own life where the good part is alot of times more then the bad part.. U may have suffer early but u will be hapi after that for a long time insyaallah.. GOD is Great.. HE didn't Create us to suffer.. There should be balance between the opposites.. Good, Bad, Rich, Poor, Eldest, Youngest etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;W/o balance what for u live in this world..? If its always hapi.. U be bored right.. Like ur life being planned by sumone other than HIM.. U have the right to control ur life.. Whether it's bad or good it's HIS will.. But u can change them.. Pray to HIM, Tawakal.. Patience... If is not today.. U hapi day might be tmr.. or the nxt minute.. u never noe.. So Live Life to the Fullest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Pls try to understand others' lives.. Not to interfere them.. Sometimes you have to understand people so that they'll understand u.. Patience.. Lots of patience... If u tell me.. U'll can't what iv been goin thru'.. Just look at my age now.. My appearance may not be the person u tink i would be.. So.... pls understand me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Understood???  (",)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Find ur own fault b4 u find others'.. Understand each other n nuting will go wrong.. Insyaallah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2314883062181183856?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2314883062181183856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2314883062181183856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-understanding.html' title='LiFe &amp; Understanding'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-6107686864677696844</id><published>2007-08-31T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T03:17:05.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Changed her blogskin.. Next will be mine.. =) Its decided...  28 is the day.. The day we chatted, sat together.. The day we became so very close..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Funny ting is we didn't realise tat was the day. Slenge kan..? yah we are.. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Moga kita berdua akan kekal mencintai.. syg awk many many... Kite akan tepati janji kite, sayang... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;salam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-6107686864677696844?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6107686864677696844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6107686864677696844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/changed-her-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-3165713754634711766</id><published>2007-08-30T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:03.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rtb3_CVz8qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cYvbETJl_t0/s1600-h/simple..gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104539890003210914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rtb3_CVz8qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cYvbETJl_t0/s200/simple..gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the story goes..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it began to bloom like a rose..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when i hold her hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just wish it will never end...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yup, i want it to be forever.. Forever loved.. Ku benar berharap kamu adalah cinta terakhir ku.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay.. proper blog.. ate together.. watch movie with my lovely &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;clumsyB&lt;/span&gt;.. horror one.. nice.. ending was abit confuse.. lots of question marks.. the gerl died.. but im confident she is one of mike's other gf.. tats y she oso died.. hahah.. aniwaes u hav to watch it to know better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she was so lovely just now.. im so in luv wif her.. the cuteness became beautifulness.. the time we spent was like so short.. but i enjoy every moment of it..&lt;/strong&gt; harap awk juge&lt;strong&gt;.. yah i was late.. sorry awk.. lain kali kite dtg 15 mins earlier k.. hehe.. ;p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saw mat jambul.. =) funi la.. coincidently we saw each other as he wanted to board the train.. good thing we didint board the same train with him(&lt;/strong&gt;maaf ye abang ryan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;p).. i sent her hm.. she had a curfew and she had to be home b4 tat time.. yeah, i manage to send her b4 the time limit.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its my pleasure my loveliness..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tmr.. last performance training.. must do my best.. dun want to be careless n clumsy.. give 100% insyaallah.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HaPPy BirthDay MaMA !!! 46 year old but still my supermum.. surprisingly, its the same day as malaysia's national day.. Merdeka!! Hwahhwah! She got a handbag..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ku berdoa moga MaMaku panjang umur, murah rezeki dan kekal bahagia bersama suaminye yg tersyg.. Iaitu BabaKu.. Amiin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;love mama, baba, adik2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sayang awk... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-3165713754634711766?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3165713754634711766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3165713754634711766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/as-story-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rtb3_CVz8qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/cYvbETJl_t0/s72-c/simple..gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-3797982882216960925</id><published>2007-08-30T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:03.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtW5aiVz8pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/f3nyONxYYZ4/s1600-h/42lsosy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104189618240352914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtW5aiVz8pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/f3nyONxYYZ4/s200/42lsosy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;training was stress.. end with sweetness to our tongues.. white choc cake!! yum yum..!! ahakz !! &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Mami Jambu&lt;/span&gt; was so touched.. i understand what she's been goin thru.. But she's hapi jus now.. Tat matter most for all her anak2 silat NYP.. hee.. Bought for &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mami jambu&lt;/span&gt; choc banana cake.. frm me n ryanshah.. then we all go back one big group.. so great.. like one big family.. at the mrt station, sum split up cos takin bus and train.. end say.. drop down mrt to send her hm.. eat fries n drink milo during our walks.. =) tmr goin out.. wana watch movie.. hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alhamdulillah.. her last ppr was done and i pray dat she will pass her CP.. i noe she will cos she's a bright person.. clever than me.... oops.. ;p alhamdulillah..She finish paying bck her fasting for last yr.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tunggu bulan ramadan nanti ye.. aru kte leh puase same2 ngan awk.. ;))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*its my pleasure awk ;) amiin.. as i've just said.. kte nak tgk awk hapi, dan kte akan hapi juge.. slmt mlm jugak pada awk.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gue syg banget sama loh =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-3797982882216960925?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3797982882216960925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/3797982882216960925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/training-was-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtW5aiVz8pI/AAAAAAAAAFk/f3nyONxYYZ4/s72-c/42lsosy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-8494659342853374087</id><published>2007-08-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:04.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtRIOSVz8oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ncwbc56JQBM/s1600-h/4v66c0p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103783687996306050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtRIOSVz8oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ncwbc56JQBM/s200/4v66c0p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kesabaran... separuh daripada iman.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walaupun kamu benar, tetapi dia wajib dihormati..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanya Tuhan yg tahu keadaanmu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku faham perasaanmu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bersabar lah sygku...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku tahu perasanmu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tak tahan lagi untuk melepaskan nya, kemarahanmu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akan tetapi hormati lah dia..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selesaikannya dengan sabar..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku tahu kebenaranmu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kebenaran tidak semestinya dipercayai,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walaupun dgn tulus dan hati yg suci..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;andainya ku dpt menolong mu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meringankan bebanmu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kebahgiaanmu yg ku ingin selalu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bersabarlah sayangku..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ku tahu kebenaranmu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kebahgiaanmu yg ku ingin slalu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dari itu, Ku akan tetap bersamamu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walau apa pun rintangan mu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isya'allah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the best for ur CP awk.. Tumpuan sepenuhnya pada ppr awk.. Dun wori, it'll be fine.. JY!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;selamat berpuase awk.. harap awk tak lupe niatnye.. get well soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;saaaayaaaang awk.. ('',)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;salam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-8494659342853374087?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8494659342853374087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8494659342853374087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/kesabaran.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtRIOSVz8oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ncwbc56JQBM/s72-c/4v66c0p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-7444619380348272202</id><published>2007-08-28T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:04.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;went to the library with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;clumsyB&lt;/span&gt;.. help her study.. but im just lyk helpless cos its different frm wat i did last year.. iv tried my best to help her.. If she's hapi, im hapi too.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;tmr silat training.. sumone dun wana go just bcos of this other person.. gosh.. who's not matured rite now..? hack care with that person.. this is life.. be strong.. face tat problem.. not by running away from it.. cursing and jus run away.. responsiblilty man!! on the other hand.. u can give ppl advise and all but not to tell wat he or she have to do.. Give advice has the limit.. As long as not interfering his or her own deci&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtQ8syVz8nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8yD3qFjLHcQ/s1600-h/6f8jn6s.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103771017842782834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtQ8syVz8nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8yD3qFjLHcQ/s400/6f8jn6s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sion.. We can onli give advices but not give decisions.. Decisions are for one own self to make.. Cos it will affect own self most than others.. Dun interfere with other ppl's problem.. plsss.. u mite be the interference or worst the problem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make sure watever u wana do, u'll not regret it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-7444619380348272202?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/7444619380348272202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/7444619380348272202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/tmr-silat-training.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtQ8syVz8nI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8yD3qFjLHcQ/s72-c/6f8jn6s.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2769266069255173657</id><published>2007-08-28T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:04.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok a person asked me how to know whether sumone giving a hint of love.. i just simply not sure.. its difficult cos this kind of thing just happen.. Either urself or tat person mite have tat feeling.. so go on with the flow.. or u can just tell or ask straight foward.. But dun wori my fren, u will find the answer urself soon..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no more ppr.. yeay!! but hav to support her for her upcomin CP ppr.. JY &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;clumsyB&lt;/span&gt;.. =)) Just now training were so diff w/o her.. But must carry on.. Summore &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;MAMI JAMBU&lt;/span&gt; cant turn up to train us.. Her father in law is very ill.. How sad, and its a day after her b'day.. I hope she's gona be strong.. i noe will..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ku doakan agar bapa mertua mu sembuh dari sakitnya.. Jika Tuhan lebih menyayanginya, ku berdoa agar dicabut nyawanya supaya ringan kesiksaan sakitnya.. Amiin..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Training end early.. So go home without sending her.. But its orite.. tmr help her study CP.. ;)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtMCGCVz8lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mJEemrLMZv8/s1600-h/z+,+h.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103425105471730258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtMCGCVz8lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mJEemrLMZv8/s200/z+,+h.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dats me with the cap and specs.. Beside... hmmm who will tat be.. awk la.. cam tak tau je.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;thanx to a mapple designer.. want ur mapple design? find dis person.... urself.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtMDhSVz8mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/r9nXtqv0Nls/s1600-h/zaf+and+hykel.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103426673134793314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="103" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtMDhSVz8mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/r9nXtqv0Nls/s200/zaf+and+hykel.PNG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dis is cute rite? Hee.. Thanx to her n the designer.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tuhan Maha Mengetahui.. Ape jua yg berlaku adalah kehendak-Nya.. Bersabar lah kerna ini semua ada hikmahnya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;selamat berpuase awk.. 2 more days to victory tau awak.. all the best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SaYang Her.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2769266069255173657?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2769266069255173657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2769266069255173657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-person-asked-me-how-to-know-whether.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RtMCGCVz8lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mJEemrLMZv8/s72-c/z+,+h.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2097555625644642286</id><published>2007-08-27T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T02:02:16.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;back frm JB batu Pahat Rengit.. far far away aunt who is 3 yrs older than me, got married with a businessman who is 8 years older than her in My kampong..  gosh, forgot my camera!! scenary there were nice, pleasant and relaxing.. Felt lyk wanting to stay there for very2 long time.. but i'll be missing my family.. and her of cos.. i hav lots to tell her.. the first ting in my mind when i reach home is to call her, wanna hear her lovely voice, see her sweet smile, adorable face.. wish i could be wif her thru out.. well.. few seconds with her  oredy lyk a microsecond.. imagine a lifetime wif her.. pls calculate.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;clumsyB&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; loves eating cheese fries.. funny thing is she wanna eat alot jus now.. well she was fasting, no wonder she want to eat alot.. waffle, nasi lemak, kfc.. in the end KFC.. how cute.. =) she is cute, sweet, lovely, unpredictable, clumsy at times, stubborn..(&lt;em&gt;jgn marah ye awk&lt;/em&gt;) but i like.. ;) ahakzz !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tmr paper.. study last minute and doin past yr paper.. After ppr go training. &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;TGR GO Fight Win!! HAPI B'DAY KAK AIDA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;insyaallah, keyakinan diri dapat membawa awk  kemane mane.. Moga awk dpt capai ape yg awak hajati.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2097555625644642286?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2097555625644642286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2097555625644642286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-frm-jb-batu-pahat-rengit.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-898675631989717126</id><published>2007-08-24T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T01:16:51.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;im gonna be away.. but jus for one day.. &lt;em&gt;dun wori awak, kte alik cepat.. kte jage diri kte baik2 k.. awk jugak tau.. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;She's gona take her bursery and me gona balik kampong.. so both of us has different place to attend but i will tink of her wherever i go..well, its like 5 days without clumsyB.. cannot disturb her and joke with her and all.. jus one day now but seemd like one week.. geez.. wat actuali is dis? butterfly in stomach.. hapi thoughts.. heart thumping fast.. am i reali missing her..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hapi for her.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;keep it up awak.. insyaallah awak dapat lagi dengan kejayaan lagi satu.. beri kebanggaan kepada ibu dan abah awk, serta arwah nyayi awak.. amiin..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;DUN MISS ME.. i wll miss u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-898675631989717126?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/898675631989717126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/898675631989717126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-gonna-be-away.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-1920661070014477931</id><published>2007-08-24T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:04.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rs5WaCVz8fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UbHAs9Kh_h4/s1600-h/th_emo-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102110433162293746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rs5WaCVz8fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UbHAs9Kh_h4/s200/th_emo-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Training was ok.. didnt go for interview jus now.. just tot need to study first.. i might get a proper career like when im 25? or mayb 26? 27? Tats quite long.. I nid finance to support my family.. i once read this msn personal message of a friend, which says, 'Anak tanggung keluarga? Bukan bapak ke?' wich is true la... but it depends on the age.. 15 yr old cannot be lah.. but like 23 yr old son.. shud be taking care of his parents oredy.. ryt? not expecting pocket money from them.. ryt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;responsibilities always hinder me from doin my normal life... may b i shud remain dis way.. remain single.. remain as a child.. remain unmarried...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sumone once told me tat i will never hav a girlfren if i always giv in.. But i dun care.. givin in is a good thing ryt? we shud respect each other, i noe.. but to earn respect frm others is to respect them as well.. Equal ryt? im not a casanova, women lover or sweet talker.. its just tat i respect them.. treat them as if they are princesses.. being a gentleman. its common ryt..? i do sumtimes disturb or fool ard.. especiali clumsyB.. well.. she's in a different story lah.. oops.. does tat mean im a buaya? always hang out with girls? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hey.. cummon! im not tat gd lukin.. im not tat macho.. im not dat perfect.. y shud i even want to hang out with them anyway.. i hav moral, 'harga diri', principle.. gosh who wud want to be jealous of me.. im just nobody tat no one will ever care.. im just crap.. sum old guy wanting to be young.. hanging around with youngsters to hide my age.. yayaya.. watever.. i can't believe sumone wld ever tink of me dis way.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mayb i shud stay silent.. stay unsocial.. or worst stay bein a "mat rep"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuhan saje yang Maha Mengetahui..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;awk.. kite tak marah tau psl awak tertdo smlm, kte paham awk ngantok.. sori bual byk sangat.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&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/5096584281076768872-1920661070014477931?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1920661070014477931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1920661070014477931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/training-was-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rs5WaCVz8fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UbHAs9Kh_h4/s72-c/th_emo-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2064910951991346662</id><published>2007-08-23T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:04.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ytd ppr was done.. its like pain in the brain.. i hope i pass cos i just nearly giv up while doin tat ppr.. But get to finish them.. fren offer me cigs after ppr.. its just tempting but i manage to reject e offer.. hav to be strong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And.... again.. i hurt myself during training.. when will my knee ever be normal..? &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ku serah hanya kepada Dia yg Maha Kuasa..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;today training again but more serious &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;mami jambu&lt;/span&gt; cum to train us in dis big performance wich is cumin up.. i hope i can giv 100% and will not injure myself but most important is not to injure her.. Gona go with her to training.. an&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rs0a7iVz8eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SeXAxRkYpt0/s1600-h/4fvqws6_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101763563013534178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rs0a7iVz8eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SeXAxRkYpt0/s200/4fvqws6_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d gona meet her turtle.. heez.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ur welcum.. keselamatan mu lebih penting dari diri ku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-2064910951991346662?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2064910951991346662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2064910951991346662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/ytd-ppr-was-done.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rs0a7iVz8eI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SeXAxRkYpt0/s72-c/4fvqws6_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-927812694568199525</id><published>2007-08-21T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;tmr is my nxt paper.. math.. jus relaxing ryte now.. so blog and gona upload the wedding pics.. Tat's funny? my first proper pic uploads.. haha.. here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rsr1VyVz8RI/AAAAAAAAACk/hYP7REHGTvk/s1600-h/tet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101159282589823250" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="222" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rsr1VyVz8RI/AAAAAAAAACk/hYP7REHGTvk/s320/tet.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Batrishah singing =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rsr18yVz8SI/AAAAAAAAACs/W1DeTPk9czA/s1600-h/11876991188647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101159952604721442" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="304" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rsr18yVz8SI/AAAAAAAAACs/W1DeTPk9czA/s320/11876991188647.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Her Sis, Nadrah oso wants to sing. Kiut kan? Hee.. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RssCbSVz8TI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iF9xrJczKJs/s1600-h/118769911886472t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101173670730264882" style="CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RssCbSVz8TI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iF9xrJczKJs/s320/118769911886472t.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The shortest is their young sis, Balqis n syazwani in yellow.. All my little cuzzies singing            'Buaya Darat' ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RssCjyVz8UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/pasA1txFNdY/s1600-h/118769911886472.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RssDMSVz8WI/AAAAAAAAADM/SeVgHai_UnQ/s1600-h/118769911886472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101174512543854946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RssDMSVz8WI/AAAAAAAAADM/SeVgHai_UnQ/s320/118769911886472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tumpang glamour with the bride and groom (me, my Dad, Nenek, Mak Ngah, and cuzzies)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RssCqCVz8VI/AAAAAAAAADE/_x1EZGDytvI/s1600-h/118769911886472sc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101173924133335378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RssCqCVz8VI/AAAAAAAAADE/_x1EZGDytvI/s320/118769911886472sc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me of course.. Wedding karaoke singer.. Ahakz!&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ClumsyB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; fasting jus now.. Now she's sleeping and resting.. She's beginning to get a cold.. :( Ate panadol already.. :) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't wait to see her tmr.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;awak jage kesihatan tau.. get well soon.. all the best for math paper awk esok..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-927812694568199525?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/927812694568199525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/927812694568199525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/tmr-is-my-nxt-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rsr1VyVz8RI/AAAAAAAAACk/hYP7REHGTvk/s72-c/tet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-6192771819962417024</id><published>2007-08-21T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:05.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsnT3CVz8QI/AAAAAAAAACc/hNHwrfYQHdE/s1600-h/hykel-.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100840995448418562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsnT3CVz8QI/AAAAAAAAACc/hNHwrfYQHdE/s200/hykel-.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;clumsyB's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;edited pic for me.. Yes.. My world does revolves around u too.. Thanks... =)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loh bisa kangen sama gue karna gue juga kangen sama loh.. jika tu emang beneran.. iya kah? =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&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/5096584281076768872-6192771819962417024?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6192771819962417024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6192771819962417024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/clumsybs-edited-pic-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsnT3CVz8QI/AAAAAAAAACc/hNHwrfYQHdE/s72-c/hykel-.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-8956988023016582000</id><published>2007-08-20T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:37:09.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ppr done.. 2010 Did ok.. Stress and nervous.. But alhamdulillah.. wed is math.. yeah.. study study study.. my bro took MC. We go for a brothers out.. Jalan2 northpoint je.. haha.. He blanja me.. ahaks ! it's been a long time. I've been giving him treats.. Now his turn to give me a treat.. &lt;/strong&gt;Makan pattaya chix rice.. Nice.. Free mestilah sedap..&lt;strong&gt; hee.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Reach hm and watch Cinta Fitri.. at indon channel.. Abt dis girl who is 18 yrs old who gona marry a 20 yr old guy.. But he died b4 they cld meet.. Then came this 25 yr old guy who recommend her to work at his dad's company.. He didnt realise he was in love with dis gerl.. But dis gerl still tink of the 20 yr old guy.. As the story goes... This guy realised his age is an issue.. he decided to give up but his heart still content to her.. willing to wait till she accept him.. to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;to awak, harap exam abis cepat.. lagi 3 paper je awk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-8956988023016582000?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8956988023016582000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8956988023016582000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/ppr-done.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-8609555993083643284</id><published>2007-08-20T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:13:30.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;common blogging... hee.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday was pretty tiring day.. but so happy.. At last after wat my cuzie has been thru', she manage to marry her love of her life.. 5 yrs of relationship.. iT shud had been me first.. but.. Its alrite.. God knows wats best for me.. Great thing of tat wedding was tat my cuzzie married to my NS fren.. hee.. Coincidence, coincidence.. i saw pisang.. i sang karaoke.. Even duet with my 8 yr old little cuzin.. she's so cute.. We sang &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Heart..&lt;/span&gt; Ahaksz ! Brother wana kenal2 ngan 2 gerls.. waahh.. tak cukup satu ke? hee.. he wantd to help me get one but i hav&lt;/strong&gt; clumsyB&lt;strong&gt; in my heart.. ;) At the end i helped clean the place up.. then we went hm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;on our way hm.. i beginning to miss mama.. Feel bad can't accompany her to JB.. She called and the ppl there asked about me.. Y i didnt cum and all.. I do miss them but i dun have time to go there.. im jus embarrassed that im still career-less.. Insya'allah one day i'l go there.. End say.. She reached home safely and im glad.. Alhamdulillah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Today gonna hav this exam.. im not sure if im prepared.. But i'll will do my best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;to awak, lets focus on the exams k.. everything wiil be just fine.. insya'allah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-8609555993083643284?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8609555993083643284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8609555993083643284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/common-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-7664987196353397618</id><published>2007-08-19T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:06.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsdOMSVz8OI/AAAAAAAAACM/INA2B62sgFs/s1600-h/P1040318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100131076009095394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsdOMSVz8OI/AAAAAAAAACM/INA2B62sgFs/s200/P1040318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;saturday.. was the best nite.. watch fireworks wif &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cilipadi, marsha, bulat, cikgu, ryan, yayat, minah, botak n opah..&lt;/span&gt; fireworks were great.. and its botak b'day.. ate mango ice cream cake.. took pictures and all.. posing here and there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sent clumsyB hm.. talked to her non stop.. took pictures in e train.. ;) wish tat day was like forever.. on our way to her hm.. my mind wanted to open up sumting.. but my mouth jus couldn't say it well.. heart were thumping reali fast.. but i hav to be strong, calm.. she is just unpredictable.. my feelings was expressed.. sent to the door step..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry awk, antar lambat.. Hope ok with everything..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-7664987196353397618?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/7664987196353397618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/7664987196353397618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsdOMSVz8OI/AAAAAAAAACM/INA2B62sgFs/s72-c/P1040318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-35438197211921186</id><published>2007-08-16T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:06.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Am i gona die..? Should i just continue with the ciggs..? But i want to stop.. For my own good.. Its just hard.. Ever since i stopped, my fitness decreasing.. I noe its a stupid reason but its the truth.. I hv frequent headaches and giddyness after a hard training. Am i getting older or more sick..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsM6wLJTCdI/AAAAAAAAACE/MvJ1VQV1inE/s1600-h/th_emo-1j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098983802413451730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsM6wLJTCdI/AAAAAAAAACE/MvJ1VQV1inE/s200/th_emo-1j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Only GOD Knows me well..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kau kelihatan tidak berdaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Namun ku juga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Akan tetapi, tetap ku mahu melihat kau ceria..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Walaupun ku tersiksa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Selamat menunaikan puasa clumsy-B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&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/5096584281076768872-35438197211921186?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/35438197211921186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/35438197211921186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/am-i-gona-die.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsM6wLJTCdI/AAAAAAAAACE/MvJ1VQV1inE/s72-c/th_emo-1j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-8828876153725858827</id><published>2007-08-16T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:14:52.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ku mencintai mu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lebih dari apa pun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meskipun tiada satu orang pun yang tahu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ku mencintai mu sedalam-dalam hatiku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meskipun engkau hanya kekasih gelapku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yakinlah bahwa engkau adalah cintaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yang ku cari selama ini dalam hidup ku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dan hanya pada mu ku berikan sisa cinta ku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yang panjang dalam hidup ku..hidupku...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ku mencintai mu lebih dari apa pun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meskipun tiada satu orang pun yang tahu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ku mencintai mu sedalam-dalam hati ku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meskipun kau hanya kekasih gelapku &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ku mencintaimu sedalam-dalam hati ku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meskipun kau hanya kekasih gelap ku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kekasih gelap ku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-8828876153725858827?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8828876153725858827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8828876153725858827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/ku-mencintai-mu-lebih-dari-apa-pun.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-8887886289184379287</id><published>2007-08-15T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T12:51:24.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Cinta dalam hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mungkin ini memang jalan takdirku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mengagumi tanpa dicintai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tak mengapa bagiku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Asal kaupun bahagia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dalam hidupmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dalam hidupmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Telah lama kupendam perasaan itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Menunggu hatimu menyambut diriku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tak mengapa bagiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mencintaimu pun adalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bahagia untukku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bahagia untukku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Kuingin kau tahu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Diriku disini &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Menanti dirimu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Meski kutunggu hingga ujung waktuku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dan berharap rasa ini kan abadi untuk selamanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dan izinkan aku memeluk dirimu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Kali ini saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-8887886289184379287?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8887886289184379287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8887886289184379287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/cinta-dalam-hati-mungkin-ini-memang.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-290346349263626518</id><published>2007-08-14T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:06.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy B.... again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsHGT7JTCaI/AAAAAAAAABs/W3gGjyb-UZY/s1600-h/118710308917406.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098574298756614562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsHGT7JTCaI/AAAAAAAAABs/W3gGjyb-UZY/s200/118710308917406.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Duno y still tink of her.. She's just to good for me.. Our age is not the matter but its me.. I may be not gd enuff for her.. I want her to be happi.. The first time i met here, she's so simple.. Simple gerl.. The first word came out frm my mouth was by askin her for tissue.. Gd pick up sentence SepanBoB.. ahaks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;She is just unpredictable, somestimes i can feel tat she cares bout me, but sometimes she's just mean to me.. Pinch me, kick me.. Actuali not dat mean compared to me.. pulling her bag, disturbing her and all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;The day we start talking alot was on msn, the day i got her num. She's goin overseas and just as i want to start talkin to her in person.. My mind were of her cos i tot its just a come and go conversation.. She came back with a keychain about Life.. Im touch by how she knew bout me and wats happening to my life without telling her a ting.. God is Great, i dumo when i started to be close to her.. i duno when i started to like her... i duno when i fall for her.. its just eversince... mmmm.. i duno when.. My mind just couldn't stop tinkin bout her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;How am i gona tell her bout my feelings for her..? God help me.. i dun want to be a coward but i jus duno hw.. Shud i just tell her straight forward or write to her or.... how? Pls help myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;It takes a lot of courage to show your Love to someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-290346349263626518?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/290346349263626518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/290346349263626518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/clumsy-b-again.html' title='Clumsy B.... again'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RsHGT7JTCaI/AAAAAAAAABs/W3gGjyb-UZY/s72-c/118710308917406.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-6179108510178780100</id><published>2007-08-12T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T03:25:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Training was sux for me.. I nearly fainted and my kicks were all worst.. When will my legs recover.. damn ! I'm just useless.. I dont want any sympathy but thanx for kicap help i can regain alittle strength.. I just hope i can recover to a normal fighter.. especiali my knee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Meeting clumsy B often makes me smile even on a bad day.. i duno y when im with her, i forgotten every sorrows and unhappiness.. She just makes me smile, laugh and all the hapi thaoughts i can tink of.. K enuf HykeL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Went to bbq.. Ate alot, sumone said i was like a rubbish bin.. haha.. but i exercise at the same time by helping out on the bbq thingy.. The twins were so cute, chubby and cuddly.. Hehe.. Reached home late but was satisfied and so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Are we not like two volumes of one book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-6179108510178780100?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6179108510178780100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6179108510178780100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/training-was-sux-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-8268087018512146296</id><published>2007-08-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:07.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrtQybJTCZI/AAAAAAAAABk/mCFXvorYFwM/s1600-h/4qooj20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096756230510283154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrtQybJTCZI/AAAAAAAAABk/mCFXvorYFwM/s200/4qooj20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gona have interview tmr.. Hope i get it.. Want to get a career.. im getting old.. Need a life.. Need sumone by my side.. All the best for myself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-8268087018512146296?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8268087018512146296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/8268087018512146296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/gona-have-interview-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrtQybJTCZI/AAAAAAAAABk/mCFXvorYFwM/s72-c/4qooj20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-5053559672138134054</id><published>2007-08-09T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:19:59.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When to c &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clumsy B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. B4 tat had prob of my own.. Biased lecturer.. Dun lyk me i guess.. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Onli god knows what iv done wrong to him..&lt;/span&gt; Met &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;clumsy B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with a long face.. im in no mood but.... i were worried bout her cos when i saw her eyes, seems like she just cried.. Sat with her and forget bout my prob.. She reali makes me forget my pain and sorrow everytime when im with her.. I gona repay her with my full attention..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stayed with her, help her a bit, not much.. But its the effort from my heart tat matters.. I just dun want to c her cry and i want her to be happi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The number of your kicks and pinches to my arms and legs are the number of time im with you.. Your hits are like cupid's arrows shooting to my heart with your name on those arrows..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-5053559672138134054?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5053559672138134054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/5053559672138134054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-to-c-clumsy-b.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-1019647004818650945</id><published>2007-08-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:07.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyric of a song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RriQEbJTCYI/AAAAAAAAABc/W0JLl1teLJw/s1600-h/4ygrcyr_th.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095981384050346370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RriQEbJTCYI/AAAAAAAAABc/W0JLl1teLJw/s200/4ygrcyr_th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RriPjrJTCXI/AAAAAAAAABU/4RmaM_jDzQE/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095980821409630578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RriPjrJTCXI/AAAAAAAAABU/4RmaM_jDzQE/s200/spaceball.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ungkapan kata selindung hasrat nan di hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Andainya ditafsir terserlah makna yang tersembunyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Renungan mata bukan pandangan biasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bertahun andai terjalin hingga waktu ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gurauan mesra menghiasi masa kita bersama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Semakin berputik perasaan ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kini baru ku sedari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Selama ini kau ku sayangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Andai bukan itu hakikatnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mengapa rindu yang ku rasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mungkin tiada ku fahami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tidak dapat ku nafikan lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Beban rahsia kian membakar diri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kalimah cinta selongkar renungan dicipta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mungkinkah dibiar terdampar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kasih tak kesampaian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Naluri bisik bukannya dambaan cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kini baru ku sedari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Selama ini kau ku sayangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Andai 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cintai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walau tak mampu ku miliki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ingin ku luahkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mungkin satu hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kan terbuka pintu hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dapat juga kau terima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Diriku akhirnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ikhlas ku nyatakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kau yang ku sayangi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kau yang ku cintai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Walau tak mampu ku miliki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ingin ku luahkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mungkin satu hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Kan terbuka pintu hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Dapat juga kau terima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Diriku akhirnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5096584281076768872-1019647004818650945?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1019647004818650945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/1019647004818650945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/lyric-of-song.html' title='Lyric of a song...'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RriQEbJTCYI/AAAAAAAAABc/W0JLl1teLJw/s72-c/4ygrcyr_th.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-372436967424633049</id><published>2007-08-07T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:07.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rrfl5LJTCWI/AAAAAAAAABM/4nvG2et2fr0/s1600-h/1_926474689l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095794273800096098" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rrfl5LJTCWI/AAAAAAAAABM/4nvG2et2fr0/s320/1_926474689l.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dats the award nite finale pic.. Saw me?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interview went well ytd.. But i was late... Becoz of an accident... Help sumone.. Love being a CiviL Service man.. Met a police friend.. Sent me to the place where my interview was in his police car.. Wow!! Best!! Lyk VIP seh.. But can be oso like criminal.. Interview so long till 4pm.. Answer tat psycological test.. But for my own good..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today.... Project done.. Time to hand it in.. Hope there'll b nuting wrong happenings today.. Then study study study... Check past year paper... All the best to me and her and them..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Gona meet &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;clumsy B&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrflpLJTCVI/AAAAAAAAABE/nu01klWxpAs/s1600-h/4dplhfc_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095793998922189138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrflpLJTCVI/AAAAAAAAABE/nu01klWxpAs/s320/4dplhfc_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Could you be the one for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Could you be my find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Could it be, after all this time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fate is going to be kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5096584281076768872-372436967424633049?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/372436967424633049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/372436967424633049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/dats-award-nite-finale-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rrfl5LJTCWI/AAAAAAAAABM/4nvG2et2fr0/s72-c/1_926474689l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-9087178700277218327</id><published>2007-08-06T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:08.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judging People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrYOOrJTCUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Lv6X1KHIiJ4/s1600-h/3469164893095m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095275673678973250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrYOOrJTCUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Lv6X1KHIiJ4/s320/3469164893095m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Had a great nite last nite... Enjoy even if its tiring.. Get to sing, took pictures with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;clumsy B&lt;/span&gt;.. God, she's so sweet, pretty.. Ahakz ! OK.. The award nite was fantastic!! I did my part and even other's part.. Alot man!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MUMMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; nearly explode bcoz of the cock-up.. Scary sia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanx to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;KERAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for helping me to do the games.. I was fed up with the manager of the place. "Merajuk mcm bunga." Tak paham bout him..customer has the ryte to ask about these things.. Then you espect a customer to do all the stuff? What if we destroy that microphone..? Who held responsibily? Dun u tink its us..? Well... Let bygones be bygones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh yah.. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is this problem between 2 friends of mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. Bcos of the 3rd party, this 2 friend had a unobvious fight.. I duno what but i hope its settled.. Insyallah.. On the afternoon just now i werk at simei as a waiter for this caterer of weddings.. But no directly to her. But to him. My silent businessman.. He open up this KENDARAT agency which follow under different wedding planners such as FEYZUL and ROS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I get to know this gerl who work there too who is just 16 but as tall as me.. She asked for my nomber, and i just gave to her without asking back for hers.. Yah i do luk young huh but which gerl will look thru' me for who i am? Young girls wana get to know me when i look young but when there knew of my age, they move back one step. And older gal as well as my age will not want to get to a young-faced guy like me cos' they will thought im immature.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hey don't go for guys with looks k.. U gerls will b disappointed.. Not that you should choose me but.... don't ever judge a book by its cover aite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&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/5096584281076768872-9087178700277218327?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/9087178700277218327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/9087178700277218327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/judging-people.html' title='Judging People'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrYOOrJTCUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Lv6X1KHIiJ4/s72-c/3469164893095m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-169722558100608920</id><published>2007-08-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:08.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need A Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrH6hrJTCRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y1TcE3rIkB4/s1600-h/4z3fepc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094128109957089554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrH6hrJTCRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y1TcE3rIkB4/s320/4z3fepc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Choices, choices, choices......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Why doesn't happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Always in a situation where i hav to wait.. I guess i've been fated to wait and wait.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Patience will always be in me even if i begining to get sick and tired of it. Yah.. Wat a great life i had and have.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I jus need a freak like me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They say opposites attract but i dont ting so. Cos my opposite character dont even attract.. Hahah.. Or izit jus me who is tinking tat way..? Hmmm... Emo.... Damn emo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Saw &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;clumsy B&lt;/span&gt; with him.. Well... Its ok.. Freedom as well as single still tagged on each other.. Just go with the flow and not to be tat obvious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanx Marlet Boy for the advice..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Made myself happy by window shopping at CWP with Superman, Marlet Boy and Kai. Great to be with them.. Met up with others too... And its all like coincidence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Met &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt; too.. Everything happen one straight shot.. Shocked but my friends were there to let me forget tat incident...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Thanx once again.. You were all my hero when it comes to jokes... ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-169722558100608920?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/169722558100608920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/169722558100608920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/need-freak.html' title='Need A Freak'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrH6hrJTCRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/y1TcE3rIkB4/s72-c/4z3fepc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-6036999466076209576</id><published>2007-08-02T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:08.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrFRlrJTCQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NBLD318JKOY/s1600-h/31734074358614l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093942361211472130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrFRlrJTCQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NBLD318JKOY/s200/31734074358614l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The day tat i tot it will never end.. And dat time passed reali fast till i forgot wat i supposed to do.. Just for tat one situation to be settled, i end up talking and joking ard until i propably settle the situation. But i like it alot even though i felt disappointed and helpless to help her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Watched her sweet smile as she told abt her life and all.. It felt so short but yet time was that fast.. Lookin at her eyes, listening to hear voice, smile as she laughed. &lt;em&gt;As I continue my talks with her, I become aware that, in my heart, a window is opening.&lt;/em&gt; I just want it to be forever.. Time will tell.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope and will pray that she is doing ok..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5096584281076768872-6036999466076209576?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6036999466076209576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/6036999466076209576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/clumsy-b.html' title='Clumsy B'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/RrFRlrJTCQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NBLD318JKOY/s72-c/31734074358614l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-2136641150200953493</id><published>2007-08-01T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:44:33.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday's meeting was done.. But still have not done that &lt;strong&gt;scrap&lt;/strong&gt; stuff.. Gona do it with no one's help i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she goes passing by.. Nothing that i could do to stop or be with her. Just to come school everyday hoping that i can atleast be beside her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i gona help her but not that much.. i dun wana let her know my true intentions.. Well, its feelings actuali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stress&lt;/strong&gt; on projects and admin stuff to appeal from being kicked out. There is always the word BIAS in every part of this damn planet. I just dont understand these ppl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ku Berdoa Agar Dunia Akan Lebih Aman Tanpa Orang Seperti Ini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&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/5096584281076768872-2136641150200953493?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2136641150200953493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/2136641150200953493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/08/scrap.html' title='Scrap'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5096584281076768872.post-619142934163694976</id><published>2007-07-31T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:34:08.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rq7Ml7JTCPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gCgYFBU8Vn0/s1600-h/love_lost_by_genevi1432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093233180506523890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rq7Ml7JTCPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gCgYFBU8Vn0/s320/love_lost_by_genevi1432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My first blog i guess... Reali hard... Damn hard to do dis.. Insyaallah i can do it... Need help but not to let anyone noe of dis place first.. Tats where trusting sumone play apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Patience.... Like i always have been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FaLLen **** OuT&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/5096584281076768872-619142934163694976?l=kel-anaqi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/619142934163694976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5096584281076768872/posts/default/619142934163694976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kel-anaqi.blogspot.com/2007/07/first.html' title='The First'/><author><name>KeL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/SNxT3oGYt-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/LGSz_g5yy5I/S220/DSC00163.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XkDDOb_YWOU/Rq7Ml7JTCPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gCgYFBU8Vn0/s72-c/love_lost_by_genevi1432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
