<?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-5913646786802398191</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:48:28.702-08:00</updated><category term='love'/><title type='text'>of salads and mayonaise</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-175143525402244768</id><published>2010-03-24T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T02:23:25.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I can go home early from work.....</title><content type='html'>hello everyone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M still at the office, n surprisingly, my story has been cleared by my editor! Pretty awesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I can get back home early today, and the best thing of all - having dinner with dnie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-175143525402244768?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/175143525402244768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=175143525402244768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/175143525402244768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/175143525402244768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-can-go-home-early-from-work.html' title='When I can go home early from work.....'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-6137823160649603838</id><published>2010-03-10T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:36:58.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. its been a long time since i write. Eventhough I'm aware that nobody reads this, but I think I should say sorry for not being a responsible blogger. Sorry baby bloggy '=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M currently at the office, waiting for somebody to go makan and head for an assignment with me later. My days have been so dry lately, as I know, something is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things to think of right now, including the subject that I should major in,personal condition,my love life...n other stuff. Well to be truthful, I cant do it on my own. I need help, I need some advice. For I am one who knows less about life and nothing about making good decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the person I have torn apart, I am sorry. But I just dont know how else to say it out just to be heard. I want to feel wanted, I want to feel important. My feelings were hurt before, but now it hurts more being alone without u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply sorry for my selfishness and greediness through out this path that we have chosen. But never I doubt the feelings that I have for u and what u have given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u n i miss u. and of course, I love u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-6137823160649603838?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/6137823160649603838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=6137823160649603838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/6137823160649603838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/6137823160649603838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-sorry.html' title='I am sorry'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-7558584523211777837</id><published>2009-08-30T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:58:56.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting, true ALSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Kiss her in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*TRUST HER OVER EVERYONE ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Tell her she looks beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Look at her in the eye when you talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Tell her stupid jokes to make her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Let she mess with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Just walk around with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Include her in everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*When she cries, do whatever it takes to make her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*FORGIVE HER FOR HER MISTAKES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Tickle her even if she says stop.&lt;br /&gt;* Look at her as she is the only one you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*When she starts swearing at you tell her you love her (if you mean it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Get her mad, then kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Stay up with her all night when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Watch her favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Kiss her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Write her letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*When she's sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Let her know she is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Let her take all the photos of you she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Kiss her in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*And when you fall in love with her, tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*And when you do tell her, love her like you never loved before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-7558584523211777837?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/7558584523211777837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=7558584523211777837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/7558584523211777837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/7558584523211777837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-true-also.html' title='Interesting, true ALSO'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-5728321775801415096</id><published>2009-08-23T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:41:57.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever fallen in love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You stir up my natural emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Make me feel like dirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’m hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; And if I start a commotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I run the risk of losing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; What is worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I can’t see much of future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Unless we find out who’s to blame, what a shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; And we won’t be together much longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Unless we realize that we are the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Ever fallen in love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Ever fallen in love, in love with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ever fallen in, in love with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-5728321775801415096?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/5728321775801415096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=5728321775801415096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/5728321775801415096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/5728321775801415096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/08/ever-fallen-in-love.html' title='Ever fallen in love?'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-6651457414846046770</id><published>2009-08-23T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:27:54.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Di medan buku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hohoho makin rajin ku menulis blog nie. Sebabnyer ku xde menda nk wat,so tulis ler. So today is 24th August, its our 11th month anniversary. 11 months have passed yeah, seems so fast, so short, seems so...... 'still'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not a very good day I sense today, not feeling so well, feeling very hungry as movements take place non-stop. Puasa some more kannnn. Woke up late today at about 7.20 am and of course I have to rush bathing and going to college. Everything sangatlah out of place lately. Have the intention to skip classes, but I just.....can't. Tapi dtg2 college skip class gak, kejadah apenyer ku nie. Dah tak bape betul agaknyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okey so wrote a new poem yesterday, last night to be exact. Things like the value of life and friendships and relationships involved in a place and between phrases.  I just love to write. Nyum2 cam tomyam hahahaha. Laparnyerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr '=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;M now at the college library, sejuk sungguh medan buku nie, airconds everywhere. Tempat lama dlu semput takde aircond lak hahaha. Funny IACT. *joke, dont sue me please* Masuk2 library saw new lamps, hanging.. Wohooo coool giler hahaha. (ok pe dh jadi ngan ku nie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here I am, tgh tahan kencing some more, sejuk nak mampos kat sini, wait till 3 for him to finish his class and I pledge to wait and will constantly wait till bukak puasa at somewhere delicious! Wohooo! So thats my goal for today, to makan sedap2 buka puasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wish u can join me mak and encik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-6651457414846046770?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/6651457414846046770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=6651457414846046770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/6651457414846046770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/6651457414846046770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/08/di-medan-buku.html' title='Di medan buku'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-3319388884479259543</id><published>2009-08-22T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:41:26.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody please wake me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Approximately 1.07 am.  Playing some Playfish game, easily gets me addicted to it. Remembered my eldest brother always mock me around about it, and how about nowwww, u're seeing my ass now huh?  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Its the first day of Ramadhan, its been great and all.  Having so much excitement in celebrating it. Holy month it is, to bathe our souls with goodness and ungreediness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I dont know what to write, what else to add up, just want to take this oppurtinity to wish all the Muslims in the whole wide beautiful world a happy Ramadhan Al-Mubarak and lets us celebrate it with the remembrance of Allah s.w.t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;InsyaAllah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-3319388884479259543?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/3319388884479259543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=3319388884479259543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/3319388884479259543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/3319388884479259543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/08/somebody-please-wake-me-up.html' title='somebody please wake me up'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-2370036578139185515</id><published>2009-08-21T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:33:40.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible? divisible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while I write something in this blog. Whatever it is I know it is still valid as mine. How are things lately? Very very busy, just started off my 4th semester. Well, all the subjects are not bad (at least they have got something to do with mass comm), however, I don't go for Multimedia.  I don't understand why on earth mass comm students have to take on some clicking clicking* subject like that. Dealing with after effects? So not my thing you'allllll. Ain't dope maaann! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for other things, I'm really looking forward to this Ramadhan. Good month, good month. Spice things up with family would be awesome. Though, things are not always going our way, have always got to be strong for some people who needs us to be stronger than them. For what it is worth, I know it is a must, although moving on is the hardest thing to do. I have always believe things happen for a reason. No werriessssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love. Yeah love is definate strange thing. Its like a creature crawling through our hearts, bite you whenever, and I really mean whenever, being selfish with regards to time, and tickles you whenever you never expect. It comes and goes, blooom and crushed. Sometimes some words hurt ALOT, I mean alot, but hey, I make the same mistakes too.  Whatever it is the love is there, not rotten, not to be thrown away. Time will tell, time will tell. For what it is worth, I love my munchkin to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Angus, thongs, and perfect snoggings. Find it so interesting, childish, wild, but meaningful.  Love the songs in the movie, making me getting hook to it, for quite some time now. They sound funny, but I think funny is cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding, I've thrown away you. Now I desire happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So longgggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-2370036578139185515?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/2370036578139185515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=2370036578139185515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/2370036578139185515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/2370036578139185515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/08/invisible-divisible.html' title='invisible? divisible?'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-5872250382583810428</id><published>2009-03-31T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T08:09:11.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No point whining lah!</title><content type='html'>Tonight everything dont seem right.  For a start, my own brother make up stories about me, tell those freakingly annoyed-make-up stories to my parents, and then I am the one who take the blame. I was like...... wt*?  Trying to convinced them pun not worth it, they dont trust me anyways.  Ahh I am screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And theres another problem, caused by lack of trust and understanding.  Getting tired each day mambling and been arguing about the same thing.  Can I just live in peace God?  Salah ker ku rasa mcm tu?  Well I sampai dah jump into a conclusion where mistakes should be repay with another mistakes.  With that, fair and square kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its never good enuff, aih. No point being so sad about it.  If the person can do that, why cant I? being nice is not the greatest steps amongst all, sometimes being bitchy pun ade faedah jugak.  Ahh screw all lah, lepas ni I will do wateva that I want.  Its my life anyway and I wont let anybody intefere it. Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel abit relieved now I got the piece of my mind out on this blog.  I dont care if nobody reads it (harhar) at least I am responsible in being an active blogger haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-5872250382583810428?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/5872250382583810428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=5872250382583810428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/5872250382583810428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/5872250382583810428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-point-whining-lah.html' title='No point whining lah!'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-575859407698013461</id><published>2009-03-26T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:30:52.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how could you.</title><content type='html'>been crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time its for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could things like this happen. never i tot it would be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like people say, expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deeply hurt. i truly am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-575859407698013461?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/575859407698013461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=575859407698013461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/575859407698013461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/575859407698013461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-could-you.html' title='how could you.'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-7878628279485592397</id><published>2009-03-23T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:16:31.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry seems to be the hardest word.</title><content type='html'>To love is to understand, to compromise, to give without hesitation, to take without doubts, to care without boundaries, to smile rather than giving up, to try, to hold, to held high, to move on without looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is beautiful, but once broken, once hurted, its just never gonna be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing truthful love all the way is somewhat an enjoynment, a life-time experience, the once in a lifetime story that will never be the same like any others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story starts well, but somehow there are crashes here and there in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now feel abit helpless, depress, hurt, down.  but looking at it at least I have that person to turn to for every single thing that pass thru me, good or bad.  A person who will be by my side no matter who I am, now and in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like my feelings are not so important, but its ok, life has got to move on.  No point whining about it, go on and talk and go over and over again through the same old thing, cause nobody will ever understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just hurt, but still I try to be an optimist.  God, help me through the way.  I am trying to hold on, please give me strength.  Everything just doesnt seem to be in-tact, they are so out of place lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-7878628279485592397?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/7878628279485592397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=7878628279485592397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/7878628279485592397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/7878628279485592397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-seems-to-be-hardest-word.html' title='Sorry seems to be the hardest word.'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-677202064690495895</id><published>2009-03-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:16:29.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all coming back to me.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fighting fighting fighting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tu je orang tau buat sekarang.. smpai ku pun dah trpengaruh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nak cari cause gado pun ssh, but sometimes my dissatisfaction is like a disease. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Trust? Theres none to give.  What for? Nothing is good enuff for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Time out? Break? Not a good idea. Persuing? Not good either.  Whick is which, I rather not decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Shit lar I'm fucking bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I wanna do my work but I dont have the bloody software. Double shit to the assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The video is like crap some more, ahh great great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Things are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; staying&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; STILL&lt;/span&gt;.  Nothing change, nothing spectacular.  No fucking excitement.  Shit lar my life so damn boring right now.  Same routine, bloody hell.  And the lrt is damn crap also, full of people with shitty attitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;This problem, that problem, my head is going to explode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I just want my happiness back.. Who ever has found my heart in the streets, please contact me.  I think its out there somewhere :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;*I'm sorry I swore alot.  I am just extremely sad right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-677202064690495895?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/677202064690495895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=677202064690495895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/677202064690495895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/677202064690495895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-all-coming-back-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s all coming back to me.......'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-8288593845117765091</id><published>2009-03-18T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:39:10.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari ini dalam sejarah</title><content type='html'>Good time everybody, mates and fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge to write in each time, every single day, and I take it as a responsibility now that I have to type out my senses.  Screw that pledge I made!  Okay enough whining about my not-so-important-feeling, lets read through what I have been through today, hell or heaven, you decide yaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the start, I didnt get enough sleep.  I did slept for 1 bloody hour at 5 am this morning, however pity me I still had bad dreams.  God, dont I deserve to sleep?  Haha. Alright, sorry missing out on some points.  I slept so late because I am gonna have exam at 12 noon.  See how unprepared I was?  Then woke up at 6, kejut dnie syg, then he refused to get up and asked me to wake him at 7, but apparently he got up at 8 :P he is very the damn the cutest the most adorable person I have ever met and known.  I actually intended to go early as I wanted to have good early morning breakfast first with my bf, but hopes are just hopes yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naik bus together with my handsome bf at 10 something and if I am not mistaken arrived at college around 11.30 am, half an hour before my exam started.  Honestly, I was freaked out, feeling quite blanked, but dnie comes to the resque!! He said that it is a normal feeling that people will experience especially before exams! hahaha I just love him!  Thank you sayang for comforting me.... Berguna you belajar psycho b!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went upstairs, room 8, and started the Public Relations paper.  Well, 10 questions, pick 4.  Erm, randomly, flipping it through, I think I can answer, but the bad part is the things that I cracked my head most to memorized didn't come out for the exam, NOT even one..... I just felt pathetically insane.  Hands sweating.. aahhhh I was panicking.  Haha but then ok lah I managed.  Correct or not, those are secondary.  The most important thing was, I walked out of the exam door with dignity.  I mean, at least I attend the exam right.... come on lah people, optimist! Optimist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after having it all done, cant wait to see dnie again!  Missed him so much I felt like crying.  Arghh so much pressure, so much drama.  Who cares?  Do I, look, like I... CARE? (it kinda rhymes you noe)  Hugged him, kiss him! Weee:D OK OK then we went makan and I just had the yummiest lunch in Damansara since I first got there.  Finally, a good place to eat haha.  But heard that IACT will be moving soon, maybe end of this year, ahh another adaption? Hell man, I just found a damn good place to eat, now you're telling me that we'll be leaving?  Please la weyy have mercy weyy.  Dulu mase we all fucked up taknak pindah hahaha. ok sorry ahh stress all of the sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ar the tomyam was damn good and the ikan keli was splendid.  Lepak at the audio room then with dnie and the other mates, feeling quite sleepy though, then fell asleep.  Went back after that with my lovely bf, we played the 'thumb game' again, and I just had so much fun!  He just really make my day goes round and round.  He never fail to ensure the smile drawn on my face.  I just love you so much syg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home and arrived around 8.30 pm, watch a bit of American Idol and took my bath.  Watch discovery channels then and read my novel.  At this moment, 11.30 pm, here I am typing out the blog for my today routine.  It was not bad, but I love every single moment that I am living.  I am just glad I have dnie to care and to love me for who I am.  We are just perfect for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/ScEUF5R0nyI/AAAAAAAAABg/6v5gCfMcV_A/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/ScEUF5R0nyI/AAAAAAAAABg/6v5gCfMcV_A/s320/DSC00447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314551126781370146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all folks.  T&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/ScEVRg7gxDI/AAAAAAAAABo/eRFeXCCri3Q/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/ScEVRg7gxDI/AAAAAAAAABo/eRFeXCCri3Q/s320/DSC00150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314552425915401266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;une in next time, same website, same time, dalam rancangan...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ROLLER-COASTER RIDE xD (haha lame giler)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-8288593845117765091?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/8288593845117765091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=8288593845117765091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/8288593845117765091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/8288593845117765091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/03/hari-ini-dalam-sejarah.html' title='hari ini dalam sejarah'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/ScEUF5R0nyI/AAAAAAAAABg/6v5gCfMcV_A/s72-c/DSC00447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-2003784858857088858</id><published>2009-03-15T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:40:41.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girls desire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do you know what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;we want real conversations and real love. We want cute dates together, nothing expensive, the truth is we only we want to be with u, we want to holds hands, lie beneath the stars. We want to be able to say somenthing stupid, and not worry about it.  We want a guy that will love us for nothing but being with us plain and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;we are not that hard to please and understand. u guys are simply refuse to understand.  it is not our problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;wether you want to be with us or not, that is your choice.  but if you are not ready to understand and to make a commitment, dont own a gf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-2003784858857088858?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/2003784858857088858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=2003784858857088858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/2003784858857088858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/2003784858857088858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls-desire.html' title='girls desire.'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-6910577864495290433</id><published>2009-03-14T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:16:55.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection vs. Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I dislike histories &amp;amp; experiences, but I dont hate them. Definately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, however, things turn out to be not quite right today. I mean, just now, later this night.  Finding out things that we refuse to know, however, we need to know simply NOT a pleasure.  People say, dont think unwisely, dont make fast judgements... But I dont know, things happened before keep my eyes open, keep me alert on some things, especially on issues like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You people may not really understand what I am tryin to say, what I am trying to point out here, however, I just can say, nobody is perfect. Being in love is beautiful, they are soothing, it gives out hope when you think they are all gone.  To be in love is big, but to be loved is HUGE.  Reffering back to the perfection on people, I view it as an ideology where we have to accept the person (especially our partner) as whom they really are.  To accept the rights and wrongs, the truths and lies.  Grabbing the theory itself is hard, compared to just believing in it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To make things work, to make ourselves happy, we need to endure it all.  Be prepare for sorrow and for the greatest happiness.  They happen is sudden times, believe me, however, things that happen always come beneath reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So people, have faith, smile when you feel like crying, laugh when you feel like screaming your heart out.  Life is not an option, so bare with it.  Enjoy every moment that you have, it is worth it.  Even though you might feel the inbalance of letting go of unnecessary things (especially for women), like finding it hard to frogive and also to forget, it is ok.  It is the nature of things.  Time will cure it all.  Betullll.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So yeah, that is all for tonight.  M having fever now and having a massive headache, not able to write so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;..amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-6910577864495290433?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/6910577864495290433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=6910577864495290433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/6910577864495290433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/6910577864495290433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfection-vs-love.html' title='Perfection vs. Love'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-235749294408788108</id><published>2009-03-13T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:02:51.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am me, I am myself, as a woman, as a person.  But do I deserve to be one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always tot things were going great, for me, for everyone else around me. Times go by, past by, every minute of every God damn day, sorrow arroused. Whats wrong? What is up actually? Tell me truthfully.  At least give me sign. I am just an ordinary, I cant change things as I want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scold myself, in a way hoping things will be better.  I blame myself for every single thing that goes wrong between me and other people, but until when am I able to do this to myself?  Is it all my fault?  Is it wrong for me to ask, to desire, to speak my tots out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a good daughter, a good gf, a good sister, a good person, a good Muslim.  But I cant keep on going and letting that spirits up without the support of my loved ones.  It is somehow gone, diminished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you, and I hope you guys do too.  I need you, I always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-235749294408788108?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/235749294408788108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=235749294408788108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/235749294408788108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/235749294408788108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-me-i-am-myself-as-woman-as-person.html' title=''/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-6368716529246553769</id><published>2008-10-30T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:35:24.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God its Friday :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;we meet again.. my fellow bloggers :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ok, my clock is ticking... its curren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;tly 12.40 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; got nothing else to do, well basically i've done my washing, cleaning, tidying, lipating baju'ing, sume bende ape kejadah tu ahh. so ini lah keje aku yg ntah ape2 mengadap computer, main internet, merepek2 bace blog atiq, dgr lagu2 kesukaan saye, dan berbagai bagai lagi. ok ok so i decided to write something on my blog apperently bout how my day was today.. err i mean yesterday. (m sorry i forgot its a.m. already)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ok so here goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;fyi, i use the wireless connection for my house usage, but the router seems to give us a lot of problems so we decided to get it repaired before my dad pijak the router smpai mende tu jahanam. being the one who got nothing to do at home, aku yg kena bergerak ke carefour tuu bwk router gi repair. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn son !&lt;/span&gt; haha spoil btul ari cuti aku.. thats y i say thank god.. cos soon after that i have my very special someone to acco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;mpany me to carefour.. dinie :] hehehe.. n then tetibe ade sorg budak ni haaa tetibe msg aku dan2 jer tanye mak aku sehat ke x la mende tah rindu aku lah.. alaaah ayat pancing jer tuu. weyy atiq, ko boring br cari aku kan... ciss bedebah ! ngahaaha pastu tu lah kami mcm do re mi, jln2 n then go had our lunch in mcd. we had a gd lunch but sadly we werent able to finish the fries :P sejak xde &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mcshaker&lt;/span&gt;, hidup kami sengsara....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..... pulangkan mcshaker... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;pulangkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;got nothing left to do next, we went to the arcade.. haha just to kill the time by having some fun. haha aku main mende ketuk2 ikut irama music tuu best gak.. mule2 i played the kids part.. well it was not bad i did have fun.. but then we discover the version for adult n atiq asked for a battle for the game. well we challange each other, ok i suck, then i totally hate the game soon after that. i really dont hanve the flow in music. (just for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the singing part i guess :p) then i watched my dinie played the tembak2 game, yg gune gun and stuff tuuu.. wallaweyhh hensem btul dinie main game tuhh.. x kelip mate aku tgk weyhh hahaha. well he had fun, i can sense that, n it makes me happy just to see he smiles. i couldnt ask for nothing more. we head back home soon after that.. sedey jugak nk say goodbye actually :( (walhal jumpe dkat nk ari2 ngahahaha) tp tu lah lm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bg cinta sejati akuh... cheewahh !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;so that was my day.. then i balik2 mndi smbahyang n lipat bj.. pstu tgk cte harry potter kat hbo waaahh best woo.. hahaha... aku m starting to crap things up. i betta put a full stop there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;newae guys, y do i say "Thank God its Friday'? its because today is the day of me and dinie have been together n deeply in love for an exact of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;month n 1 week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. its a good start. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love u my sweetie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;dinie&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SQnuef02cKI/AAAAAAAAABI/-OAJBFN7B28/s320/DSC00195.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262999847265792162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loving u is the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thing that i have ever done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; u will always be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-6368716529246553769?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/6368716529246553769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=6368716529246553769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/6368716529246553769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/6368716529246553769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God its Friday :]'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SQnuef02cKI/AAAAAAAAABI/-OAJBFN7B28/s72-c/DSC00195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-5227829361386953074</id><published>2008-10-24T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:06:32.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a date with the FISH.. haliluyaaa !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;hmm okeyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I basically have nothing much to say, but since i'm already INTO this blogger thinggy, i really feel responsible for at least drop something for the day.  As for today, nothing much happens, except... i had the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BESTEST&lt;/span&gt; time of my life !  Ahaaa.... what was it? Lets follow through... come come.. do not be afraid, i do not bite ! Hahaha. Si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lly lah u people :P (tak pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sal2 korg kene kann)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ok so here how the story goes... I went back from somewhere as i got somehing up from last nyte. so yeah i decided to bring my two lil bros to jj and spend them some stuff as they have been so responsible and nice to me for the past days. hmm so yeah the story goes and then i realized that the day wont be perfect without someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; which i havent meet for quite some time (like 2 days) haha or something, well sehari ku rasa bagaikan setahun ok.. haha so i ajak my dinie to come along, at the same time meeting my bros for the ferst time.  gosh they were wonderful together. my bros love him for what he is, they say he is damn yeng.. hahahaha mmg arr, tgk la bf sape :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;n then lps shop for some stuff, we came across this section around the corner dekat2 dgn FOS where ada FISH SPA where it has like a small s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wim tub, with water inside, and plussss some tiny miny fish which it states the fish will eat off ur deadly skin from ur feet and smoothen up ur blood circulation. ahaaaa. so nothing to do ryte after that, we decided to go hit for it, rm5 for 10 mins. goo deal ehh?  so the ones who were LUCKY to go ferst were my two bros haha.  then went my feet n dinie's into the tub hahaha. the fish were............i dont noe how to put it in werds, but gosh giler tickeling my feet man.  the fish were so smallllll n surrounding our feet ! hahahaha. 10 mins felt like forever ! but watever it is, we managed to capture some pictures, the moments were unforgetable, i love every seconds of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SQqEBVfBCNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-42gPnINrgE/s320/DSC00218.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263164273017817298" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dinie syg&lt;/span&gt;, u really made my day.  u never fail to put a smile, and laughters too for me.  hey babe, i will always adore u.  i noe, love does not noe how to say tq, but since m in love with u, i will not mention a 'tq', instead, I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; love u for appreciating me ;]&lt;/span&gt; my brothers love u, n this is a good start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;dont u &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agree&lt;/span&gt;....? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-5227829361386953074?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/5227829361386953074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=5227829361386953074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/5227829361386953074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/5227829361386953074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2008/10/date-with-fish-haliluyaaa.html' title='a date with the FISH.. haliluyaaa !'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SQqEBVfBCNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-42gPnINrgE/s72-c/DSC00218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-441205714741213199</id><published>2008-10-21T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:52:59.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And it goes.... Crappyduda !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6VMQL1j_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/j2cc-Xv3_fU/s320/foster+5.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259805452550901746" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well hello hello werld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It is quite a bore, sitting down doing nothing with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt; a 'cracky' lappy in front of me (gosh), well ok getting  back on track.. I guess is not such a bad idea to write some nonsense on my blog today.  Ok so here goes.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I woke up at about 7 am today.  Feeling quite restless, my feet were cold as ice, I didnt brush my teeth last nyte ( I told you m gonna write crap) and yeah I wasnt ready to go asleep last nyte.  My eyes were bengkak a bit becos of kilang mata keluar air byk jugak... so I tot watching the TV myte bring a smile to my face.  But then...... the nyte hujan and Astro stuck here and there.  Yezzaaa definately shitty.  So then, I didnt noe wat else to do.  I read a novel, and surprisingly I manage to read quarter of the book.  Hahahaha some achievements huh ?  The&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); "&gt; novel entitled "Thanks for the memories" by Cecilia Ahern.  She's really good.  Having the ability to write and for me to read for hours.....  Damn, she is REALLY REALLY good.  I was thinking of finishing the novel later... hahahahaha !  Pathetic kan.. You noe y?  Cos when I do get bored with some readings, I myte end it half way.....  So yeah thats why I claim that Cecilia Ahern is LEGENDARY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I on the computer &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;back after that.  I click my playlist and "Alaways be my baby" turned up to be the ferst in the list.  Ohh crap... I love that song.  You noe, one thing pathetically rediculous about me is... I have the tendency to cry easily for nothing.  Yes I mean NOTHING.  Macam suke layan jiwang gituuu haha.  Then layan lahh..  Ulang-ulang the lagu over and over again.  One thing I love about this song is that it reminds me of someone that I love most.  Someone that I want to grow old with.  Yes yes... he's the one :P haha for some people, they myte noe.  M sorry for not fitting the purpose of writing blogs.  I just perceive blogs as an engine to post crap and nonsense !  Haha.  Crappyduda !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Good mornin&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;g Malaysia.  Good morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dinie :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6VMYR9PxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1TU2eBVUNuQ/s320/flower.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259805454724054802" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-441205714741213199?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/441205714741213199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=441205714741213199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/441205714741213199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/441205714741213199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-it-goes-crappyduda.html' title='And it goes.... Crappyduda !!'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6VMQL1j_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/j2cc-Xv3_fU/s72-c/foster+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-3020077334173601949</id><published>2008-10-21T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:30:42.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Truth, cries, &amp; lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;.....Well, as for the starting, I will post whatever that strikes me.  My feelings myte be.... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dig in !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;All these while, I tot things were going great between me and everything. Yeah, I mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But somehow it is not.  Its all about truth, cries, and lies.  Sometimes we tot that we have done the very best to please and do good to others.  But what actually do we get?  A very hurtful, painful remarks.  it is just that somehow, sometimes people do not notices what we have done all these while for their sake.  For that, we neglect ourselves, we neglect our desires, needs and wants.  All I wanted was just a lil bit of respect, and some understanding for what I myte feel.  Sometimes I wonder, why is it so hard for them to realize how much I sacrificed for these and that. Gosh, I want my life back.  I want everything that I owned back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahaaa.... But now, I can see personalities that may perceive some of my senses.  Personalities that change my view towards man, somehow.  I am glad now I finally meet the guy of my dreams, who allows me to be mys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;elf directly or indirectly, but whatever it is I noe he loves me anyhow.  Thank you my dear for making up my day when the smile was starting to fade, you bring up the smile once again.  You give me the faith back to find the way back into love.  For all that you have done, I shall not have the tendency to repay, but for all, loving you is the least that I could do.  Tq for being there sweetheart, like you always mention, "Just do what your heart tells you to do."  Love is never wrong :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6PihSNUaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pK_nNdFgt28/s320/DSC00759.JPG" style="text-align: right;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259799238028382626" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Tq Allah.  Tq Mr. Nice Guy for being mine. Poweeeer jugakkkk !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5913646786802398191-3020077334173601949?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/3020077334173601949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=3020077334173601949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/3020077334173601949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/3020077334173601949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2008/10/truth-cries-lies.html' title='Truth, cries, &amp; lies'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6PihSNUaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pK_nNdFgt28/s72-c/DSC00759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5913646786802398191.post-5200350160617464508</id><published>2008-10-21T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:14:23.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>following through</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;In life, there are things that just couldn't be explained by werds.  Things happen, good or bad, beautiful or ugly, ups or down, they are just things that has been written by God for us to go through.  Sometimes we &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; that we are happy, we have a good life in our own way of living it, but somehow it does not feel right.  And why is that ?  Think about it, we dont really gain what we desire, at least not yet.  Being young is a previliage for some to find their way back into many things; such - life, love, future, desires, wants, like, dislike, hate, yadayada :p  Life is everything about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  We have to sacrifice our time to please others, our mama &amp;amp; papa, our buddies, our bf's or gf's and yadayada.  We do not have time for ourselves kann. Yes, yes, I noe it sounds shitty.  But look at it this way, have you ever heard of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;'karma' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(ok stupid question) ok so what i'm trying to say here is... things may get back to us, you see.  Dont ever put up a statements where it goes; "Nobody notices what I do, until I dont do it."  Thats literally pathetic.  So ok, back to the karma thinggy, I've always believe in getting back for whatever things that we have done, good or bad. It doesnt matter. So, trust me in this, m not saying you should because m a goddess or something, haha but hey it make sense ehh? Again, to those have done good things to people, stay where u are, never look back, cos someday, u will get what u desire, more than what u aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Nothing comes with no sweat. HIT IT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5913646786802398191-5200350160617464508?l=cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/feeds/5200350160617464508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5913646786802398191&amp;postID=5200350160617464508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/5200350160617464508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5913646786802398191/posts/default/5200350160617464508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cakewalk-fylzah.blogspot.com/2008/10/following-through.html' title='following through'/><author><name>fifi fe'adore.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374782153475175390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HYnQDrl1iQI/SP6aCNXyL9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/JqFKmOX_33I/S220/girl+in+black+%26+white..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
