<?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-5051002250671123584</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:41:18.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xpaper-planesx</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-3426765304281448058</id><published>2008-08-04T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:25:46.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if i didnt care, i wldnt hve noticed you crying bfre you slept during malay. but its no biggie right? anything i ever do is nothing to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-3426765304281448058?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/3426765304281448058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=3426765304281448058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/3426765304281448058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/3426765304281448058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-i-didnt-care-i-wldnt-hve-noticed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-8386019137184440267</id><published>2008-08-03T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T03:54:24.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cos nothing's going right and everything's a mess. plus, nobody likes to b alone. i like to run away frm my problems, thus, a new blog. bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-8386019137184440267?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/8386019137184440267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=8386019137184440267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/8386019137184440267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/8386019137184440267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/08/cos-nothings-going-right-and.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-6367643557639933659</id><published>2008-08-03T02:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T02:50:48.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: Please don't tell her - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;mood: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAH jealous of akim as my bestfriend. lol, i gt nth to say abt tht. ahhaahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see hakim, see. i tld you nobody knws yr relation to me. everyone thinks we're rly bestfriends. bt you are soo, id rthr nt say it. we fought abt this ytd kan? bcus i cared fr you so mch, bcus i wnted you bck so mch, my bestfriend of 3 years is jealous of you. and my bf is too. hahahaha, i hope yre happy ah hakim. haha, no bf, no bestfriend. sad life. haha thanks to you. and you still cn blame me fr wht hppened to me. eh you very *power* ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like where this is going. i like th fact tht everything is connected. i like tht everything seems like its yr fault. slowly, it chnges courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!  !k3  h0\/\/  U  @  &lt;a&gt;H@\/3&lt;/a&gt;  N0  !d3@  H0\/\/  /\/\Y  BF  &lt;a href="mailto:TR3@T5"&gt;TR3@T5&lt;/a&gt;  /\/\3  @\d  U  @  Th!\K   !/\/\  @cTU@Y  &lt;a href="mailto:0K@y3"&gt;0K@y3&lt;/a&gt;                :D YAY ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-6367643557639933659?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/6367643557639933659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=6367643557639933659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/6367643557639933659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/6367643557639933659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/08/listening-to-please-dont-tell-her-jason.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-6684914169861104298</id><published>2008-08-02T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T16:34:49.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you dnt think i care, thn okay, i dnt care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you dnt think i bthr, thn okay, i dnt bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whtvr you think im dng, so b it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i knw you best? used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you mde it look so easy to REPLACE a bestfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you mde it sound so terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;friend, doesnt mean he/she accepts wht youve become no mttr good or bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a friend doesnt accept you whn youve turned bad but she doesnt throw you away either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nor does she rplce you whn things dnt go yr way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(god damn, jst like you did to me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a friend helps you whn yre down, points out yre mistake and helps you correct it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a friend doesnt tll you she dsnt care whn yre drowning in sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hope she does it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so mch fr 3. one dwn, none to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hope yre hppy. god, you even hve a folder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hve to admit, i get very jealous of yr everythng. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn i hate th word 'best', 'favourite', 'only', 'forever' and 'perfect'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn it isnt my fault tht you cnt take jokes. you treat her better anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so im belittling you nw, huh. nvmind uh i dnt wna say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its okay, i take wht yre tlling me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;forgive me if im nt perfect enough fr you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dnt cll me bestfriend if you actually meant it to someone else alright (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;damn i lost my ezlink card.&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/5051002250671123584-6684914169861104298?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/6684914169861104298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=6684914169861104298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/6684914169861104298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/6684914169861104298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-you-dnt-think-i-care-thn-okay-i-dnt.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-7881939808772951919</id><published>2008-08-02T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:44:42.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUHD SHUKRI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i texted you a birthday message ald right, so i dnt see hw i shld type it here. and uhr, yre a year older nw. 20 even. be a man nw okaye. and pls pls guide me whn i lose myslf, right me whn im wrng. fr all tht youve done, ilysm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so anw, birthday boy punk'd my dad. BANYAK LAH YOU NYE CRITE TABOO! bapak i dah senyum senyum seh tgk taboo. skali tukar crite india. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-7881939808772951919?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/7881939808772951919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=7881939808772951919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7881939808772951919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7881939808772951919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-muhd-shukri-i-texted-you.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-8993228841484407312</id><published>2008-08-02T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:09:16.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tday i stuffed my bloody face w food and ive been vomitting ever since. hw dyou like tht im eating nw :) rofl, im so emotional and sensitive and attention seeking, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-8993228841484407312?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-8407563530782890334</id><published>2008-08-01T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:22:19.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wtchd JabbawockeeZ jst nw. smoove moves. and ive a secret of my own too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alot of things brght up old memories and im feelng rather or so kinda content. things like wtching music videos on yahoo instead of youtube. thse were th days. i was carefree and nth else mttered to me but myself. i didnt hve any problem anywher. nt even one. im disgusted as to hw happy i was. all but nw, thrs nth left fr me to boast. seems like everyone's jst better thn me at everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-7662079607408995783</id><published>2008-08-01T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:49:30.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel nameless. jst nameless. like everyone doesnt see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-7662079607408995783?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/7662079607408995783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=7662079607408995783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7662079607408995783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7662079607408995783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-nameless.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-8312910530299925906</id><published>2008-08-01T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:57:08.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a thousand words that I could say&lt;br /&gt;To make you come home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, seems so long ago you walked away&lt;br /&gt;Left me alone&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you said to me&lt;br /&gt;You were acting so strange&lt;br /&gt;and maybe I was too blind to see&lt;br /&gt;That you needed a change&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said&lt;br /&gt;To make you turn away?&lt;br /&gt;To make you walk out and leave me cold&lt;br /&gt;If I could just find a way&lt;br /&gt;To make it so that you were right here&lt;br /&gt;But right now..&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Can't get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to be a man and be strong&lt;br /&gt;I've drove myself insane&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I could touch your face&lt;br /&gt;But the truth remains&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna make excuses, baby&lt;br /&gt;Won't change the fact that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But if there's something that I could do&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please let me know?&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing so slowly now&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's my life without you&lt;br /&gt;and maybe I could change my every day&lt;br /&gt;But baby I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just hang around&lt;br /&gt;and find some things to do&lt;br /&gt;To take my mind off missing you&lt;br /&gt;and I know in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You can't say that you don't love me too&lt;br /&gt;Please say you do&lt;br /&gt;Oh what'll I do&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be with you&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where will I turn to&lt;br /&gt;Baby where will I be&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are apart&lt;br /&gt;Am I still in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Baby why don't you see?&lt;br /&gt;That I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;akim:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-8312910530299925906?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/8312910530299925906/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-1270826981763347744</id><published>2008-08-01T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:12:26.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah i cnt take it. i miss hakim, i miss our old times, our petty little fights and thn we'd make up and you'd say this and i'd cry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time i never do keystyling .&lt;br /&gt;so today i decided to try .&lt;br /&gt;erm so this is specially for you .&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it . = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akimm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing you nothing more but makes me smile/&lt;br /&gt;seeing ur digits so tempting just make me wanna dial/&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry if i ever had hurt your feelings/&lt;br /&gt;well you know the last conversation really makes my heart sinks/&lt;br /&gt;sinks to the world of the dark cheerless sea/&lt;br /&gt;many times i told you girl that ur good enough for me/&lt;br /&gt;im not Taio Cruz but i wish i can sing She's like a star to you/&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to be as Usher as i could so you can be my babyboo/&lt;br /&gt;quit all the bullshyte,stop the negatif thought/&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt hurt me abit,but it hurts me alot/&lt;br /&gt;ur eyes are the things that let my heart beat faster/&lt;br /&gt;your smell is the perfume that makes my life not a disaster/&lt;br /&gt;your lips are the fire, burning true my heart/&lt;br /&gt;and holding your hand,is like the world yet has to start/&lt;br /&gt;well i wish i was ur blanket and i wish i was ur bed/&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was ur pillow underneath ur head/&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be around you,i wanna hold you tight/&lt;br /&gt;so i'll be the lucky person who wishes you goonight/&lt;br /&gt;if i had a single flower for everytime i thought of you/&lt;br /&gt;i could walk in my garden forever and never end/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if my language/rhyme or whatever sucks or merepek .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-1270826981763347744?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/1270826981763347744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=1270826981763347744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/1270826981763347744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/1270826981763347744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/08/gah-i-cnt-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-1390358109045636605</id><published>2008-08-01T01:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:00:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay today, im feeling sad. and whn im sad th only thng tht cn mke me hppy is inspiration. soooo, gss wht guys. after i buy fr shukri his Nike SB, im saving up to buy myself a new deck :D ths time, ima get all my fly trucks and wheels. geee, im engaged to aerials yet again. i cnt believe im rly gna strt kicking and pushing again. lets strt frm scratch. anbdy wna skate w me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-5825113160347357941</id><published>2008-07-31T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:14:18.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone is vry proud of you&lt;br /&gt;someone is thnkng of you&lt;br /&gt;someone cares abt you&lt;br /&gt;someone misses you&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to tlk to you&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to b w you&lt;br /&gt;someone hopes you arnt in trouble&lt;br /&gt;someone is thnkful fr th spprt you hve prvided&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to hold yr hnd&lt;br /&gt;someone hopes evrythg trns out alright&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts you to b hppy&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts you to find thm&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to gve you a gift&lt;br /&gt;someone thinks you ARE a gift&lt;br /&gt;someone hopes you are not too cold, or too hot&lt;br /&gt;someone loves you&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to lavish you w small gifts&lt;br /&gt;someone admires yr strngth&lt;br /&gt;someone is thnking of you and smiling&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to b yr shlder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to go out w you and hve a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;someone thnks the wrld of you&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to prtct you&lt;br /&gt;someone wld do anythg for you&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to b frgven&lt;br /&gt;someone is grteful fr yr frgivness&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to laugh w you abt old times&lt;br /&gt;someone rmbrs you and wishes you were there w thm&lt;br /&gt;someone needs to knw tht yr lve is uncnditionl&lt;br /&gt;someone values yr advice&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to tell you hw mch they care&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to stay up wtching old movies w you&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to shre their dreams w you&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to hld you in their arms&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts YOU to hold them in yr arms&lt;br /&gt;someone treasures yr spirit&lt;br /&gt;someone wishes they cld STOP time bcse of you&lt;br /&gt;someone cnt wait to see you&lt;br /&gt;someone wishes tht thngs ddnt hve to chnge&lt;br /&gt;someone loves you fr who you are&lt;br /&gt;someone loves th way you mke thm feel&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to b w you&lt;br /&gt;someone hears a song tht reminds thm of you&lt;br /&gt;someone wished they ddnt fight w you&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts you to knw they are thr fr you&lt;br /&gt;someone is glad tht yre their friend&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to b yr friend&lt;br /&gt;someone stayed up all night thnkng abt you&lt;br /&gt;someone is alive bcse of you&lt;br /&gt;someone regrts evr mking you cry&lt;br /&gt;someone is wishing tht you wld notice thm&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to get to knw you btter&lt;br /&gt;someone believes tht you are their soul mate&lt;br /&gt;someone wnts to be near you&lt;br /&gt;someone misses yr guidance and advice&lt;br /&gt;someone values yr guidance and advice&lt;br /&gt;someone has faith in you&lt;br /&gt;someone trsts you&lt;br /&gt;someone needs yr spport&lt;br /&gt;someone needs you to hve faith in thm&lt;br /&gt;someone needs you to lt thm b yr friend&lt;br /&gt;someone cried whn they typed ths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-5825113160347357941?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/5825113160347357941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=5825113160347357941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/5825113160347357941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/5825113160347357941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/someone-is-vry-proud-of-you-someone-is.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-5532972349489444091</id><published>2008-07-31T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:50:47.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhr, blog boring no flashing colours... bt everyone likes it like ths. i dnt. ima chnge th bg idc. fuck you. so laptop's been dwn ltely and i cnt chnge it. urgh! all my skin codes are thr thr thr! damn it. so uhm, ive been studying lately and i kinda think maths is nt tht bad afterall. ive been on ths post since like an hour ago. nw tht i tlked abt smth else to someone, im feeling sad. so gyeah. get lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-5532972349489444091?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/5532972349489444091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=5532972349489444091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/5532972349489444091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/5532972349489444091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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A, B, C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and B had a little spat. apprntly, A gt jealous of all th girls B has ard B. thn being a jealous prson, A gt upset and disappointed tht B was a lttle too frendly. so A asked B abt it. B said nth was wrng. so A tried to put th mtter to rest and cntinue. as th days goes by, A realised tht A was doing too mch fr B. A kept tlling b tht A loved B. and all B cld do ws to ignre and "hide". B claimed tht B was hiding bcus B claimed tht B wnted to see if A ws th same as lst time. bcs A ever did played B out. so A and B had a lot of tiffs. bcs A realised tht A ws wasting A's own time. A wnted to leave B bt cnt. so whn A fnally gt th courage to leave B, B tld A tht B needed A. and tht B loved A and B regretted hiding. A claimed A cldnt cre less. bt A shed tears every night fr B. every night tht it was a routine fr A to cry bfre A slps. thn A cldnt bare to leave B. so A stck ard. and it hppens again. B was jst a friendly prson. too friendly. so A thght tht 2 cn play tht game. A wntd B to feel as bad as A did all this whle. so A wnt to find a temporary bf, who is C. B found out and gt very affected. B cried in sch. A cried too. aftr awhle, B decided tht B didnt wnt to bug in A and C's rltnshp. so B claimed tht fr th best fr everyone, B decided to thrw in th twel. nw, after mre thn &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; month(s), A feels tht A wnts B bck. A wnts everythng to go bck to sqre one w B. A is willing to gve C up jst to b w B again. and by A leaving C, A will b risking A's self. A dsnt knw if aftr A leaves C, tht B wld stll wnt A. A is vry cnfused and stck. A wnts B to cnfrt A bt A knws whr A stnds in B's life nw; no whre. A dsnt thnk anythng will ever wrk out. A wnts to cry. in fct, A ald cried 3':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-1435990822823672262?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/1435990822823672262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=1435990822823672262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/1435990822823672262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/1435990822823672262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/ppl-in-ths-post.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-9162529302304718721</id><published>2008-07-28T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:26:43.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh i hate it and i cnt stnd it anymre. thers jst no doubt abt it tht akim has rly jst passd his time. did i evn mean anythng to him? best friend, my boot. ive ald lost 2. one of whch is khai and anthr is a girl. dnt mke me lose anymre. and im stl looking fr fate/khai. KHAI, I MISS YOU. cme bck please? you nvr answer my clls. i knw yre in camp. bt wnt you cll bck? its been 3 years khai, dnt you thnk tht myb i knw you a little too wll? i knw yre mad at me abt ********* you. bt its bttr if we stayed friends right. wht hppens after we go our seperate ways thn. you wna risk all tht we wnt thru, hmm? if we're bestfriends, thn we cn always work thngs out right? yknw i love you khai. cll me bck ah seh 3': and akim, i jst hve nth to say. literally, nth. i used to count on you. nw a th top of my lungs, im gvng it bck. and gve me bck wht you took frm me. you cn strt by gvng me bck my heart and soul, trust and security tht i hve plnted within me. of tht, you took away. gve it bck akim. and dnt cme ard asking me to gve anythng bck to you. thr was NOTHING tht you had kept within me. yre jst a lie, akim. nvr shld hve trsted you. yre sly, damn it. friggin cunning. sugar fucking coated chocolate words. kiss my boot ah. im on a diet. i dnt need you ard feeding me w yr meaningless words. nw pls and thnk you, gve it bck. i hate you hakim, i hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-9162529302304718721?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/9162529302304718721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=9162529302304718721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/9162529302304718721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/9162529302304718721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/argh-i-hate-it-and-i-cnt-stnd-it-anymre.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-1130857129175033194</id><published>2008-07-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T06:55:16.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okaye, onliners are nuts. my ex bf, alif skinhead, wnts me bck. this deserves a holy wht th EFF! so i frgt wht he sounded like, wht hppend to us, who left who, hw he's character's like. but boy oh boy, i gt pissed off whn i rmbered hw he is. so i was chtting w him, and i thnk he sounds diff. thn, i stll cldnt rmb wht hppend to us. bt whn we strtd argueing, i knw jst wht he is. HE USED TO SAY," OKAY LAHH, YOU BLNG I APE YOU NK I BERUBAH, THN I BERUBAH." aftr tht sntnce, i gt so pissed. evrythng cme bck. i knw why i left him. thn we strted arguing and i gt pissed. and due to th big chnge ive had since sec 1, he ws shcked at my reaction. i ttlly said," SUKE HATI KAU LAH." sad stff, i used to b a pushover, id apologise fr his mstkes. so, im angry and i miss my bf  3':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-1130857129175033194?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/1130857129175033194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=1130857129175033194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/1130857129175033194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/1130857129175033194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/okaye-onliners-are-nuts.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-8505371535631356641</id><published>2008-07-26T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T05:11:02.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i knw i knw, i didnt blog ytd. sorry ahr! walao. came online fr awhile. tlked to akim, who didnt reply my IM anw. thn i went to sleep. so today, i went out. aunty came to th house so me and lily got bored, we left th hse and headed fr far east and wisma. we checked out leftfoot and sch. apprntly, isma's bday is 2 days bfre shukri's bday. and due due streetwearers. hahas, so we were aiming to looking fr th same thngs. hahas, so in th end, i bought new earrings and lily, she bought nothing. wht a waste. i went out fr nth -_- but tkpe. since sdare mesti okaye nyer. hahas, soabg leman admitted to th hosp. poor thing. he fell off his bike thn his face was rubbed on th road. he's in th ICU. sad stuff. Alhamdulillah you'll get better, abg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-8505371535631356641?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/8505371535631356641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=8505371535631356641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/8505371535631356641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/8505371535631356641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-knw-i-knw-i-didnt-blog-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-2176050829339125928</id><published>2008-07-24T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:34:22.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aku wanita yang punya cinta di hati&lt;br /&gt;ada dirimu dan dirinya dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;mengapa terlambat&lt;br /&gt;cintamu telah termiliki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan diriku dan dirinya&lt;br /&gt;tak begitu cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapa yang lain bisa&lt;br /&gt;mendua dengan mudahnya&lt;br /&gt;namun kita terbelenggu&lt;br /&gt;dalam ikatan tanpa cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atas nama cinta&lt;br /&gt;hati ini tak mungkin terbagi&lt;br /&gt;sampai nanti bila aku mati&lt;br /&gt;cinta ini hanya untuk engkau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atas nama cinta&lt;br /&gt;kurelakan jalanku merana&lt;br /&gt;asal engkau akhirnya denganku&lt;br /&gt;ku bersumpah atas nama cinta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-2176050829339125928?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/2176050829339125928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=2176050829339125928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/2176050829339125928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/2176050829339125928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/aku-wanita-yang-punya-cinta-di-hati-ada.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-7450759273154287624</id><published>2008-07-24T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:42:54.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so uhr, oh right, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly:&lt;br /&gt;Amy received his IC. haha lmbt per kau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elective:&lt;br /&gt;Cik Sahara bloody gossiped w me siah in clss cos I ws th only malay girl in Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio:&lt;br /&gt;Boys dsturbed TB and asked her to repeat so mny times. thn she fed up, she said it so fst w an ugly face. it was so horrible. haha but terribly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE:&lt;br /&gt;Stole H2O frm th PE room&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton w th girls *ridiculously funny* era spoiler, tk tau main. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECESS:&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH:&lt;br /&gt;KKC nvr cme. teehee. so me and jaja made fun of indian names. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT:&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu mde us listn to songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS:&lt;br /&gt;Boring and laid bck at first but in th end YKK gt irritated tht we didnt lstn so he mad eus stand up and stretch. he did too. we threw blutack to each other. hahas, funny siak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM:&lt;br /&gt;Felt freaking guilty bcus I didnt brng dwn my book to clss cs I was lazy. So gyeah I scraped thru lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT HOME:&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO SONGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bf, i miss my bestfriend, i miss chnging my blgskin. therefore i shll do it nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-7450759273154287624?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/7450759273154287624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=7450759273154287624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7450759273154287624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7450759273154287624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-uhr-oh-right-today.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-3404486325566700445</id><published>2008-07-23T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:14:51.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antara air mata dan cinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kuluputkan segala perasaan ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antara dia, kau dan aku&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kupilih mengundur diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiba-tiba aku tersadar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kehadiranku sekadar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;untuk menduga dan menguji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kekuatan cintamu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiba-tiba langkahku terhenti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seakan aku akhirnya mengerti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kau yang kucintai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rupanya hanyalah mimpi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antara derita dan bahagia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku berdoa agar kau tersenyum selalu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antara kekejujuran dan jga setia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kupilih untuk katakan saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiba-tibe aku terasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diriku bersalah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mungkin satu tafsiran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yang tersasar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiba-tiba aku terfikir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku bukan untukmu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diri hanya ingin merasai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cinta mencintai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biarkan aku pergi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mencari cinta sejati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kutahu kau bahagia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;berada di sisinya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;selamanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ONCE IN A WHILE, THOUGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;ID DO THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;TEEHEE, THERE YOU GO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-3404486325566700445?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/3404486325566700445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=3404486325566700445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/3404486325566700445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/3404486325566700445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/antara-air-mata-dan-cinta-kuluputkan.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-9048295129362571799</id><published>2008-07-23T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:43:53.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some cute guy name amy had his profile written. i laughed my ass off alone w jaja on msn. hahaha here reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think eating and complaining should be made into an olympic sport. That way, singapore confirm+chop win one i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spews vulgarities at a rate of 85 VPH (Vulgarities Per Hour). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a fetish for girls with long hair and has braces, who wears retro-retro spectacles, beach road slippers, ah ma bra-panty combo, pyjama top tucked in with giordano belt showing, and looking very disheveled . if you fit the bill, i love you super-many-deep long time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like good stuff. good stuffs are cheap. cheap is good. good is helmi. so i hearby come to the conclusion that cheap=good=helmi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to get visually raped by reps. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blasting songs from your phones=never cool. Blasting songs from your headphones=senantiasa cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get the reason why aunties like to shove their bags to the ez-link card reader when they can take their ez-link card out and just tap the card like a normal person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get the reason why aunties like to beat the shit out of the bus seat, and when they finally sit down, they sit right on the edge of the seat. Defeats the whole purpose isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get the reason why people like to block the exit of the MRT door, and looking like they wanna crush you to death. From what i know, there are yellow lines painted on the floor to separate the coming-outs from the going-ins, and everyone is given an equal chance to enter the cabin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-9048295129362571799?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/9048295129362571799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=9048295129362571799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/9048295129362571799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/9048295129362571799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-cute-guy-name-amy-had-his-profile.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-6855373134773649005</id><published>2008-07-23T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:33:10.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a long road when you face the world alone, when no one reaches out a hand for you to hold. You can find love if you search within your soul, and the emptiness you felt will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could see through your eyes so I would know what you like to see. I wish I knew your wishes, so I could give you everything you want. I wish I dreamed the same dreams you do, and together we could make them come true. I wish I knew what makes you happy, so I could make you the happiest person in the whole world. And lastly, I wish I were a cell in your blood, so I would be sure I was somewhere in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everynight I pray, I'll have you here someday.I'll count the stars tonight, and hope with all my might;That when I close my eyes, you'll be right by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakim, where are you bestfriend? ;[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-6855373134773649005?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/6855373134773649005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=6855373134773649005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/6855373134773649005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/6855373134773649005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-long-road-when-you-face-world-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-2341615203436305252</id><published>2008-07-23T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:01:27.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I71t0uFNQVY/SIbyVWDPFfI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZreDCb1F0os/s1600-h/(00)DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226130866120365554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I71t0uFNQVY/SIbyVWDPFfI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZreDCb1F0os/s200/(00)DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby I love you. And I knw it's only been one month, but I feel like I've spent my whole life w you. And never will I wnt to part frm you. I hope wht we hve stays frever. And even thou we didn't spend too mch time ytd, I wnt you to knw tht I always love you and thr's nth and no one tht cn rplace you. I look frward to seeing you everytime and it makes my heart beat fster like as thou I'm meeting you fr th first time. Im certain tht th rest of my life rests in yr hands. No one ever loved me so true. And I wld rly like to thnk you fr everything, dear. I love you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hakim :(&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/5051002250671123584-2341615203436305252?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/2341615203436305252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=2341615203436305252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/2341615203436305252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/2341615203436305252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I71t0uFNQVY/SIbyVWDPFfI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZreDCb1F0os/s72-c/(00)DSC00103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-5323729522966267369</id><published>2008-07-21T04:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T04:12:29.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yknw, its been pretty hard on my single/dating friends lately. and i rly dnt knw whts gg on. everyday they wake up hoping to die. and they nvr sleep wishing tml wld b okay. it jst never does. day after day, heartbreak after heartbreak, they all dnt knw wht exactly they get themselves into until they're rly face to face w th concequences. so this goes out to my single friends. Eeraa! this one's fr you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to every girl that is scared to put her heart out there again because she has been hurt too many times or so badly. to every girl that has been cheated on, because she's not a slut who gives it up to any boy. to every girl that dresses cute, not skanky. to every girl who wants to be called beautiful, not hot. to every girl that would die to have a decent boyfriend. to every girl who would just once like to be treated like a princess. to every girl that cries at night because of another disappointment. to every girl that won't get down on her knees and open her mouth just to get a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everygirl that just wants to hold hands. to every girl that kisses him with meaning. to every girl who just wishes he cared more. to every girl who would just once want a boy to give their jacket up when they are cold. to every girl who lies awake at night thinking about him. to every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing in return. to every girl that thought" maybe this one could be the one ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to every girl that laughs at stupid stuffs when she actually doesn't think it's funny. to every girl who is just looking for that one and only and is having a rough time along the way. to every girl that doesn't want a boy who just plays with her emotions but actually cares about how she feels. to every girl who wants words backed up with actions. to every girl that fell for all the lies only to find themselves alone in the end. to every girl that gave her heart away to have it shoved back in her face. to every girl that has faith that" tomorrow will be a better day ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to every boy out ther abt to break my friends' hearts, two words fr you baby;&lt;br /&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-5323729522966267369?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/5323729522966267369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=5323729522966267369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/5323729522966267369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/5323729522966267369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/yknw-its-been-pretty-hard-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-9028692763785762225</id><published>2008-07-21T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T03:58:23.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hie, so its been long since i blogged kan? i explain! friday night, i go rewang. saturday, i go orang kawin. my uncle kawin. thn sunday, i go buffet at sakura. sunday night, go celebrate my one and only grand father's bday. so gyeah, thts it. and im here today!!! okaye okaye i fit you guys in.&lt;br /&gt;rewang = fun.&lt;br /&gt;orang kawin = fun.&lt;br /&gt;sakura = DUH? FOOD! FUN!&lt;br /&gt;grandpa bday = funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaye tak? thn tday, i went to go meet ibu and papa at tamp mall. go get new phne. so i went to go get LG KU990. touch screen phne. teehee, its hard but heck, i wnt it :D so i did. and my parents went to th Pharmacy. so i took th opp to go order my cookie cake frm Famous Amos fr tml. kancong seh aku! haha nak sign sume tgk left and right. HAHAAHA, so i went bck into th Pharmacy. and being th dumb girl tht i am, i didnt keep th receipt. so ibu asked whts tht receipt. so being th girl who is trying to chnge, i tld her i went to order a cookie cake for my *friend*. here's our convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Wht's tht receipt fr?&lt;br /&gt;Tash : Ouh, I ordered a cookie cake for my friend tml.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Th heart shaped one eh? *kening naik naik*&lt;br /&gt;Tash : Ouh, aah. Hw yknw?&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Eh I tau lah.&lt;br /&gt;Tash : Ouh okaye lor.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Byk nye duit you beli cake?&lt;br /&gt;Tash : Alah, kecik jer. I ltk deposit dulu tdi, four bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Hw mch mre left to pay?&lt;br /&gt;Tash : $__.__ left jer.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Ouh okaye.&lt;br /&gt;Tash : Eh! Gt postcard!&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Tukar topic keppe. *lame face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goes to Famous Amos to buy Ibu's cookies w her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : You nak ape flavour?&lt;br /&gt;Tash : Tanak lah.&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Eh take out yr receipt lah. Bayar th balance sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Tash : You nak bayarkan?&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Aah lah! *kening naik step pimpette*&lt;br /&gt;Tash : Hee, okaye! Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Ibu : Okaye. *pays*&lt;br /&gt;Tash : *GRINS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, so gyeah thts it. tml i jst come down to collect. thts all. yayness. thn we go home. thts all yay us. so here i am at home, yeazzer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh! and alias kadir's son added me at friendster. hahahahahahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-9028692763785762225?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/9028692763785762225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=9028692763785762225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/9028692763785762225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/9028692763785762225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/hie-so-its-been-long-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-7088407961812092802</id><published>2008-07-17T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T05:26:45.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okaye, so uhr. I jst checked, and nth was importnt. Anywy, I love hw evrythng flls into plc nwadays. I've been on good terms w everyone. And I'm dg my 2 mst fav thngs in th wrld. Wearing bedtime slippers and eating cold papaya :D Yay. And mommy's gvng me a phne next week. NEW phne, mind you. Srry eh. Hahas, so I said thnk you. And she chlled it out. Idk ahr eh. Its disgsting hw I hve nth to cmplain abt rly. Whoah, Im gttng scred. So anyhoots, I'll b away fr th weekend. Im gg knduri at Lily's pad. And slping thr too! Hahas, thn Sat mrning, Fri night, I hve to go rewng. Pakcik's gttng mrried again. To sme minah rep -.- Hahas, idk ahr eh. Thn, I think aftr th whle ceremony is dne and ovr w, I'll b heading hme w my parnts. Hm, everythng is jst so ordrly and I hve thngs plnned out bfrehnd. Ths is gtting fun. Im pretty cntented and I love my family. Alhamdullillah. My hsband played a big role too. He kept me hppy and satiated. He tkes all my worries away and I'd die to alwys see him hppy :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-7088407961812092802?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/7088407961812092802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=7088407961812092802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7088407961812092802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7088407961812092802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/okaye-so-uhr.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-7146886818549159817</id><published>2008-07-17T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:35:24.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Teehee, new blog. I loike. Yg relink tu cool sah. Hahahas. So tday, I pierced Mary's smiley and Jaja's tongue. Next Tuesday, my husband's smiley. Hahas, I wna see if he shouts. Haha, I love you. So I wna check if thrs any posts tht he hasnt read, thn I go repost here. Okaye, toodlez. I nak mamam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-7146886818549159817?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/7146886818549159817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=7146886818549159817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7146886818549159817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7146886818549159817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/teehee-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5051002250671123584.post-7206268225194681443</id><published>2008-07-17T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T04:02:55.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5051002250671123584-7206268225194681443?l=tash022.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/feeds/7206268225194681443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5051002250671123584&amp;postID=7206268225194681443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7206268225194681443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5051002250671123584/posts/default/7206268225194681443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tash022.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>t4sh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13708047014301073418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
