<?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-2706366337447501304</id><updated>2012-02-01T22:21:53.006-08:00</updated><category term='Traveller learnt about Life'/><category term='Road7'/><category term='Ramadhan Al-Mubarak'/><category term='Cupid Escapism'/><category term='traveller is hipping hooray'/><category term='Aidilfitri'/><category term='seven post secrets'/><category term='emo road'/><category term='road 7 design'/><category term='Nirah Lost'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='road pictures story'/><category term='...'/><category term='chicks and dick'/><category term='Road 7 Bunnies Association'/><category term='Vincent Fong Kah Wai the Love'/><category term='on the road with the traveller'/><category term='Road 7 behind the scenes'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='Nirah says'/><category term='The Traveller in Dreams'/><category term='Walk Down to the Memory Lane'/><category term='V for Vincci'/><category term='mumbling bling'/><category term='a big BIG frustration'/><category term='Danny Love'/><category term='short notes.'/><category term='she wants to kiss again'/><title type='text'>Road Seven Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>The  supreme  irony  of  &lt;b&gt;LIFE&lt;/b&gt;  is
that  anyone  hardly  gets  out  of  it &lt;b&gt;ALIVE&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1702921295406758809</id><published>2010-07-06T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:43:47.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she wants to kiss again'/><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TDP32mmR3_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/UiCRU_vkN_c/s1600/moving-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491004888140865522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TDP32mmR3_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/UiCRU_vkN_c/s400/moving-house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;such an avid blogger I am. I am now moved to Tumblr. Find me if you can. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1702921295406758809?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1702921295406758809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1702921295406758809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1702921295406758809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1702921295406758809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TDP32mmR3_I/AAAAAAAAA0k/UiCRU_vkN_c/s72-c/moving-house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4103875664031921412</id><published>2010-07-05T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:18:30.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hush hush you'll be alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"hmmm .... i hv only 1 thng 2 say dat ur vry pretyy n niceeee gal ... don thnk or listn, wat others r sayn abt u... jus b true 2 urslf n am sure evrythnn wl b fine n alryte..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cooling down now... The Moron was right, sometimes talking with strangers will make you feel better (geez this is bad. I'm started to agree with almost everything that she says before). Strangers doesn't really know who you exactly are, but listening to your stories, they somehow make a fair judgement on you since they don't care as if they are going to keep in touch with you back again or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You just...mean &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4103875664031921412?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4103875664031921412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4103875664031921412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4103875664031921412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4103875664031921412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/hush-hush-youll-be-alright.html' title='hush hush you&apos;ll be alright'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4796838049634520325</id><published>2010-07-05T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:13:08.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes out of airplanes</title><content type='html'>I want to complain. Not one or two, but more than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate living in my life right now and I wish that everything could have nvr been happening to me! Aku benci hidup susah! N kadang2 from what the moron's always complaining about, does really make sense into my mind! I just want to run away from the truth. hence, I always comfort myself by saying all the good things. ahhh shut up nirah! you know ur life isn't that great anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Aku benci bila org2 senang ajak aku keluar. heh. aku benci bila u guys paid for me. in other way round u guys u made me feel like in such a loser! i know u guys nvr want to down grading me or what what, but without your knowledge u guys actually made me feels that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. stop asking of what am i doing right now coz hell i hate to be true of who i am which is not something IM REALLY PROUD OF!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ohhh how i hate the fact that my life is not that happening. dammit! I FUCKING NEED A DRINK NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate it when i'm being surrounded by these beautiful ppl with such beauty, hot body, and most importantly with MONEY. my gooooooddddd. money is sooooo everything. YOU SHUT UP IF YOU WANT TO SAY MONEY AIN'T ANYTHING! KAU TAU APE? AKU HIDUP SUSAH DARI KECIK, PENAT JERIH AKU LIKE ORG PHM? TO HELL WITH ALL MOTHERFUCKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. AKU BENCI PRETENDING LIKE I AM CONTENT WITH MY LIFE! arrrgghhhh!!!! seriously it takes a fucking good actress like me to act so! YES! i'm such good with drama! you'll nvr know of who i am! it's already in me. just as matter of time to let it explode like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. yes aku mmg tak pandai nak bersyukur! deep inside me ada byk benda yg aku terkilan! tapi aku byk simpan dlm hati coz aku tak suka ppl see of who i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. kadang2 aku malu dekat mana im sitting now...i feel like a total loserrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. mungkin aku jenis manusia yg tak tau nk bersyukur, sbb tu  Tuhan timpakan hidup aku mcm nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. aku cuba jadi manusia yg realistik sbb aku takut. aku takut aku jatuh... tak boleh accept the truth about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. im in pain.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4796838049634520325?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4796838049634520325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4796838049634520325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4796838049634520325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4796838049634520325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-guessin-that-if-we-can-make-some.html' title='I&apos;m guessin&apos; that if we can make some wishes out of airplanes'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-754489540842132085</id><published>2010-07-04T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:16:54.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny Love'/><title type='text'>I don't need a parachute</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't believe the things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;you tell yourself so late night and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;You are your own worst enemy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll never win the fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just hold on to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll hold on to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's you and me up against the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's you and me....&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Morning breeeze. Ahh...super nice feeling. I'm craving for american breakfast, sushi, durian, rojak beratur @ ss15 subang jaya and cheesecake. I love to eat. Food is my bestfriend, hell yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss Mr.Bf... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I sound like a loser or a sucker for love, but he made me feels like I'd do anything for him,&lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is wrong you know. I can't give it &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; to him, cause I don't want to end up in misery if (toucchh woood!) he walks away.That's my princip when I'm in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;...but loving him makes me against all the nature principal. it's like against the gravity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish he could allow me to stay in his heart, his world for a longer time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;nyeh. love sick period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-754489540842132085?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/754489540842132085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=754489540842132085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/754489540842132085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/754489540842132085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-need-parachute.html' title='I don&apos;t need a parachute'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-953360986022103108</id><published>2010-07-03T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T08:36:13.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my shirt smells like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9Y2nSEJjI/AAAAAAAAA0c/v7rjuZ0CLO8/s1600/tumblr.jpg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489704166068856370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9Y2nSEJjI/AAAAAAAAA0c/v7rjuZ0CLO8/s400/tumblr.jpg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-953360986022103108?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/953360986022103108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=953360986022103108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/953360986022103108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/953360986022103108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-shirt-smells-like-you.html' title='my shirt smells like you'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9Y2nSEJjI/AAAAAAAAA0c/v7rjuZ0CLO8/s72-c/tumblr.jpg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1154827578115313294</id><published>2010-07-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T08:31:31.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny Love'/><title type='text'>because tonight will be the night that I'll fall for you over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9XJ2nyT4I/AAAAAAAAA0U/lurRXl-J7ws/s1600/tumblr.jpg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489702297580752770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9XJ2nyT4I/AAAAAAAAA0U/lurRXl-J7ws/s400/tumblr.jpg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9XCX0K_9I/AAAAAAAAA0M/thQnMvK5QO4/s1600/tumblr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489702169052118994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9XCX0K_9I/AAAAAAAAA0M/thQnMvK5QO4/s400/tumblr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9W3_SW24I/AAAAAAAAA0E/n7YKEglSqAA/s1600/tumblr.jpg3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489701990669147010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9W3_SW24I/AAAAAAAAA0E/n7YKEglSqAA/s400/tumblr.jpg3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9WpzCq2yI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RdSc1-qXElU/s1600/one_moment_by_e_rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489701746863954722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9WpzCq2yI/AAAAAAAAAz8/RdSc1-qXElU/s400/one_moment_by_e_rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;...giving me a hard time to stop this heart from screaming your name...and &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1154827578115313294?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1154827578115313294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1154827578115313294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1154827578115313294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1154827578115313294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/07/because-tonight-will-be-night-that-ill.html' title='because tonight will be the night that I&apos;ll fall for you over again'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TC9XJ2nyT4I/AAAAAAAAA0U/lurRXl-J7ws/s72-c/tumblr.jpg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-39108195197286272</id><published>2010-06-23T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:55:14.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the black ghost</title><content type='html'>I just love her goth's looks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm into a girl who has a pale looks yet still magnifying and sweet to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus point, she has a long leggie that forever goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCI7mgVeISI/AAAAAAAAAzk/3Vmgt-3g3Ww/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCI7mgVeISI/AAAAAAAAAzk/3Vmgt-3g3Ww/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486012828791742754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCI7grnmF_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/CzhKDFje5_4/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCI7grnmF_I/AAAAAAAAAzc/CzhKDFje5_4/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486012728741337074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCI7yhS1NvI/AAAAAAAAAz0/kn3vEgRjgqE/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCI7yhS1NvI/AAAAAAAAAz0/kn3vEgRjgqE/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486013035207538418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCI7sADoXmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Mt7GTYKa-UE/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCI7sADoXmI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Mt7GTYKa-UE/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486012923206196834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this. The hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-39108195197286272?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/39108195197286272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=39108195197286272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/39108195197286272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/39108195197286272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/black-ghost.html' title='the black ghost'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCI7mgVeISI/AAAAAAAAAzk/3Vmgt-3g3Ww/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-5329464690676726772</id><published>2010-06-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:37:39.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All these faces none the same</title><content type='html'>So I'm waiting for this test to end&lt;br /&gt;So these lighter days can soon begin&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alone but maybe more carefree&lt;br /&gt;Like a kite that floats so effortlessly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-5329464690676726772?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5329464690676726772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=5329464690676726772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5329464690676726772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5329464690676726772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-these-faces-none-same.html' title='All these faces none the same'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-6858162227666507807</id><published>2010-06-23T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:19:27.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all i know is i'm breathing now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCIzaIbJRyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/8OmsSutYvyc/s1600/n677653559_1402559_4307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCIzaIbJRyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/8OmsSutYvyc/s400/n677653559_1402559_4307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486003820121638690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Where the events this world,&lt;br /&gt;Can no longer hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Where the burdens of life,&lt;br /&gt;No longer weigh me down,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Where no one can love me,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;So they don’t get the chance to hurt me,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Where it’s ok to be crazy,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes talking to yourself is healthy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Tired of seeing the poor children we can’t help,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in reality we don’t know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Just so far away, my thoughts just drift away,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;For too many things are hurting me,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Where it’s just me and poetry, no one else,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Though I know, we all need help,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;For times, it’s just better to be by myself,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go far away,&lt;br /&gt;Because soon, I might just be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;victim&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Society is on a killing spree, next it might be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-6858162227666507807?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6858162227666507807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=6858162227666507807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6858162227666507807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6858162227666507807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-i-know-is-im-breathing-now.html' title='all i know is i&apos;m breathing now'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TCIzaIbJRyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/8OmsSutYvyc/s72-c/n677653559_1402559_4307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-7836916868386166915</id><published>2010-06-22T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T19:00:20.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' in sin is the new thing. Are - you in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Three is a charm&lt;br /&gt;Two is not the same&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the harm&lt;br /&gt;So are you game?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rebels in. This heart is aching.I am now hurt. You called me selfish? I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; YOU one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; like fuck now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Mr.Bf. He's been great as ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-7836916868386166915?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7836916868386166915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=7836916868386166915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7836916868386166915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7836916868386166915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/livin-in-sin-is-new-thing-are-you-in.html' title='Livin&apos; in sin is the new thing. Are - you in?'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3351899157083599938</id><published>2010-06-19T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T10:04:32.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short notes.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny Love'/><title type='text'>honey, u are not gonna find love inside the pants of every man in this city</title><content type='html'>please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...im just in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it when i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been...wonderful and amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; Danny Love. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TBz2I567xyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/sut8PGB-EhA/s1600/tumblr_kv44ocuk9u1qa2txho1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TBz2I567xyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/sut8PGB-EhA/s400/tumblr_kv44ocuk9u1qa2txho1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484529079077816098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;not because of what you have&lt;br /&gt;but because of what I feels..&lt;br /&gt;I  care for you,&lt;br /&gt;not because you need care&lt;br /&gt;but because I want to..&lt;br /&gt;I'm  always here for you,&lt;br /&gt;not because i want you to be with me&lt;br /&gt; but because i  want to be with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-3351899157083599938?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3351899157083599938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3351899157083599938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3351899157083599938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3351899157083599938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/honey-u-are-not-gonna-find-love-inside.html' title='honey, u are not gonna find love inside the pants of every man in this city'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/TBz2I567xyI/AAAAAAAAAzM/sut8PGB-EhA/s72-c/tumblr_kv44ocuk9u1qa2txho1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3332282003544233579</id><published>2010-06-16T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:28:50.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbling bling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cupid Escapism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short notes.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny Love'/><title type='text'>can never have too much of a good thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I got a question;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you want to have a summer party in my basement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is my love, your drug?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so just now i got erk stuck and doesn't know what to do after my gas was out. i can't fucking cook! demmit! i have to open up the cafe a lil bit late today since running out of gas. seriously,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never in my life would even care to check whether the gas is still full or not. cause most of the time, i thought it always full. #____#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyeh. i know damn stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HEH! THEY SAID ALWAYS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SEE THE GLASS HALF FULL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IN MY CASE I SEE THE &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ERRHHSS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;G&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HALF FULL??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maahaai. the figure of speech can never be trusted or use anymore! it cannot be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lil notes;&lt;br /&gt;I get so high when you're with me, but crash and crave you when you are away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. and obviously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; damn knows that well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-3332282003544233579?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3332282003544233579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3332282003544233579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3332282003544233579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3332282003544233579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-never-have-too-much-of-good-thing.html' title='can never have too much of a good thing?'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-354319901942510072</id><published>2010-06-15T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:38:14.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear tear glands, stop do overtime please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to remember me. If you remember&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;me, I don't care if everyone else forgets.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become such a sensitive fucker lately. I don't care how people would might take me now, cause it's more than enough I have such burdens and pain to bare with. Let me be content with my sorrows. I do have my time when I am at my low point. I'll be fine. I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell to all motherfuckers who keep pushing me down like this. yes i want to blame it on you. i dont care. i dont care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be made from metals. pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-354319901942510072?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/354319901942510072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=354319901942510072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/354319901942510072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/354319901942510072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/dear-tear-glands-stop-do-overtime.html' title='dear tear glands, stop do overtime please?'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8159252308444708055</id><published>2010-06-07T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:02:33.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danny Love'/><title type='text'>cause I'm a gypsy, are you coming with me?</title><content type='html'>and so they said she's a girl in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of chaos, I truly can't believe it when I actually &lt;em&gt;falling&lt;/em&gt; for someone whom I'd never expected to be part of my life. Yes. It were all happened soo naturally (&lt;em&gt;chewah, I purposely put up the lyrics song by Selena Gomez to make my writing sounds cool, no? Nyeh&lt;/em&gt;.). I just knew the next seconds, I started to miss talking with this guy again, and I can't stop smiling when we starts our conversations again. I become soo greedy, I wanted &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from this fella who makes me like a mad cow in a love drunk. I want to know him more, and I want his heart, I want his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly can't believe it that he can tolerate with my crazyness,unpredictable and weirdo personality (&lt;em&gt;I love it to be true- coz I feel different and people can easily remember me. I hate it when people forget me. Harharhar&lt;/em&gt;!).&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or maybe cause I'm hot and he can't resists it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that's why he closed his eyes from the facts I am like that? LOLWTF. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...no matter what he thinks,he did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; he such an adorable person to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. I was totally like a girl who is having her highschool crush! Like seriously damn mengada right? Hahaha. THAT IS WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED TO ME. lolwtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my heart beating in my chest as when I speak about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at this seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write more about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but I need to run an errands in a while. Oh my, Danny Darling, I truly love you soo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-8159252308444708055?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8159252308444708055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8159252308444708055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8159252308444708055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8159252308444708055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/06/cause-im-gypsy-are-you-coming-with-me.html' title='cause I&apos;m a gypsy, are you coming with me?'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-929596878923823000</id><published>2010-05-17T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:47:52.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone's knocking the door</title><content type='html'>...and i open it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u better be a good salesman that worth to open up the door. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilovethisfeelingthahappenstome! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-929596878923823000?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/929596878923823000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=929596878923823000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/929596878923823000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/929596878923823000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/05/someones-knocking-door.html' title='someone&apos;s knocking the door'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4821921549050154365</id><published>2010-05-10T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:01:26.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the road with the traveller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>Baby, keep believing.</title><content type='html'>"apa yang membuatkan Nirah ataupun motivasi dalam hidup Nirah, untuk menyahut cabaran terutama dalam bidang perniagaan ini?" tanya reporter betudung hotpink dalam tone yang sangat warm untuk aku bercakap dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumpah aku tak tau nak jawab ape kot. sebab seriously, semua kata-kata kesat orang bagi dekat aku, yang buatkan aku kuat untuk lawan and tunjukkan aku nie superhero. aku lebih suka gelar diri aku super hero, daripada strong person. sebab bunyi strong person, touching sangat. aku bukannya suka ayat2 touching nie. aku hidup dalam realiti yang bencikan drama  slot samarinda. tapi pandai2 lah aku cover up with my proper words, saying the lame words that people use cause aku pun blur bila aku nak menipu nih. tapi aku paling suka cakap dengan orang from my dad's word " sebab kau muda. kau jatuh pun, kau boleh bangun balik. bukan macam aku dah tua nie, agak too late for me to do that thus with my condition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa benda yang sebenar2 nya yang motivate aku untuk terus ke depan is my father. terus terang aku agak benci bila some people look down on him. when he was somebody, semuanya melutut depan kepala lutut dia. bila dia susah, takde siapa pun yang kisah nak pandang, and look at him as a loser. aku tau, benda nie semua lumrah hidup. aku pernah nampak nie dalam drama pun. bukan tak biasa. tapi tak biasa bile it happened infront of my eyes. agak susah for me to accept at first bila knowing the truth that was hurting the whole family. mother always a mother, a bit of  tears drama can be seen. tapi aku benci nak ikut macam drama. sebab hidup aku, aku director. aku tentukan jalan cerita, yang lain berserah pada Yang Esa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, dalam niat aku yang kononnya nak jadi anak yang baik, terus terang aku ada buat silap. sebabkan stress dengan hidup yang aku sometimes rasa not fair to me, aku lampiaskan towards my parents. dalam sedar tak sedar setan aku, aku kurang ajar dengan mak bapak aku bila diorang tegur aku.that time, nothing was in my mind, melainkan rasa benci dengan nasib yang diorang timpakan kat hidup aku. bagi aku diorang macam loser. TERUKKAN AKU? dah la cukup Tuhan turunkan dugaan kat parents aku, tambah lagi dengan perangai anak derhaka macam aku ni. aku pun tak tau la brape banyak dosa aku dengan parents aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila dah terhantuk, baru nak terngadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bila aku dah cool down, memang aku rasa menyesal and melampau sangat2. siapa aku untuk buat parents aku macam tu. aku pun belum berjaya macam Donald Trump, nak buat parents aku macam tu. aku tak nafikan, kadang2 aku nampak Tuhan bagi cash dekat aku bila aku buat jahat dengan parents aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agak ambil masa untuk aku lembutkan hati keras aku nie. aku pun tak tau apa yang buat hati aku lembut, maybe doa mama hari2 kat depan sejadah buatkan aku macam nie. aku mula belajar, no matter how bad your parents is, they are still your parents. aku mula main touching sedih dalam hidup aku untuk bencikan perangai lama aku yang buruk tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus terang, antara benda yang buat aku jadi buruk macam tu sebab kadang2 aku fikir jahat bila aku tengok cara kata2 parents aku dekat aku seolah nak down kan aku yang memang self-esteem lembik nie. aku tak suka bila orang yang aku sayang, tak percaya dengan aku. tapi aku silap. dalam tak percaya diorang pun, diorang still there for me to support me. aku rasa sebab nak tak nak, aku still anak diorang kan? tak kira apa kepuusan aku pun, baik buruk or baik, diorang akan support. aku dah besar. aku akan belajar sendiri bila aku buat silap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang best nya, bila aku dah buat silap, aku still nak continue. aku tau aku boleh buat. parents aku akan bebel macam biasa, tapi aku ignore and let them talk at the same time listen to them. sebab dalam bebel diorang, aku noticed diorang ada point2 yang bagus untuk anak lahanat yang degil macam aku nie. bila setiap yang aku buat menjadi, aku suka. of course. haha. and aku tak kisah lah if parents nak take any credits, because they deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so moral of the story yang aku nak highlight sebenarnya is to keep believing. even orang yang kau sayang pun tak percaya, let them be. sebab no matter what, they'll be there for you. lagi2 your parents. aku belum lagi berjaya tahap Bill Gates untuk cakap macam bagus nie, tapi, entah lah. aku rasa nak cakap benda nie, so aku cakap. terpulang, kau nak buat macam mana with the post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4821921549050154365?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4821921549050154365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4821921549050154365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4821921549050154365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4821921549050154365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-keep-believing.html' title='Baby, keep believing.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1231463839297099476</id><published>2010-04-26T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:08:03.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I'd never blog again until...</title><content type='html'>hye you.&lt;br /&gt;miss me?&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lazy to update this shit. I do have time to blog, but I guess my life seems pretty plain to write on this black wall. Hmmm...black wall. I think I shall change the skin soon. It's too black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to yell,muttered or mumble here, I am still whoever I am. Same old, same old. Something new probably the fact that now I am no longer attached. I am by my own. Running my own business, a small cafe in Wangsa Maju. Was a bit kancheong during the first day. The nervous and anxiety and stuff. Shit. I feel like this getting bored to type. Have to stop taking projects for my Graphic work due to the new shit I'm working on. It may sounds big, but I still feel small. I am my own waitress here. Hate the moron rempits keep whistling at me and the moron when we were doing our work. Sumpah geli kot. Felt like they thought we were just a waitress girl working in the cafe, so we made in the same league with them. haktui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have to admit I do feel I have my own standard okay. My looks is not too shabby, I am smart, everything I do I've made a success, I am a nice girl though. Nothing bad about me. Based from my past experience, and testimonials, whoever dated me before, they know better how worth it am I. I know I am certain good with a selective guys. Not just simply any guys out there. Usually I pick my favorite based from several evaluation I had make, starting from the first time I'm meeting them. The cheesy me, I do believe love at the first sight. Slap me for 21st century girl being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm very choosy aren't I no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,  have my right to be choosy. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1231463839297099476?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1231463839297099476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1231463839297099476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1231463839297099476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1231463839297099476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-thought-id-never-blog-again-until.html' title='I thought I&apos;d never blog again until...'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3806621564883547999</id><published>2010-02-01T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:56:27.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you all know he's always be my favourate</title><content type='html'>happy birthday vincent fong kah wai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 seems a nice number to combo with 21 years old of your age, and the target you have been set up to get a car by oct 2010(it would be a nice number if you can get it on exact date of 20.10.2010).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this year will be a good year ahead for you to take up your steps on your journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be good and stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;nirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the first time i saw and met you was on October 2007.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;October 2008 our feeling started to bloom and we started to be more open up to the public on our relationship, like a month that we started to "declare" though there was never any dates been marked before. October 2009, nothing but the fact we both already agreed to end some knots that we know it goes nowhere, yet i was still struggling with my emotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-3806621564883547999?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3806621564883547999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3806621564883547999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3806621564883547999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3806621564883547999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-all-know-hes-always-be-my-favourate.html' title='you all know he&apos;s always be my favourate'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8537800722444783413</id><published>2010-01-20T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:47:48.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicks and dick'/><title type='text'>chicks and dicks lesson 101</title><content type='html'>kalau kau tau kau cantik, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tapi bukan with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kebodohan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;itu bimbo yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tolol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know you're the man's weakness.&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-8537800722444783413?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8537800722444783413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8537800722444783413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8537800722444783413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8537800722444783413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/chicks-and-dicks-lesson-101.html' title='chicks and dicks lesson 101'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2019180986256843424</id><published>2010-01-20T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:30:26.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck the hell to all of you motherfuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;stopping me will do you no benefits in-come.&lt;br /&gt;im just gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cTBiDHt5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/_vIe9tRu_P0/s1600-h/1486396940_043c559c56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cTBiDHt5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/_vIe9tRu_P0/s400/1486396940_043c559c56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428828792859113362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2019180986256843424?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2019180986256843424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2019180986256843424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2019180986256843424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2019180986256843424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-doubt.html' title='no doubt'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cTBiDHt5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/_vIe9tRu_P0/s72-c/1486396940_043c559c56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-5679726813793693884</id><published>2010-01-02T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:56:36.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road 7 behind the scenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveller learnt about Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V for Vincci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seven post secrets'/><title type='text'>amended post</title><content type='html'>I had my two weeks holidays, okay, not by the exact of two weeks, but at least, I had a break didn't I? weee. smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello 2010, bye bye 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be frank, i dont really fancy about wishing and celebrating the coming new year. i am more freaking out to know i am 23 years old this year! it is not the age factor that scared me, it's the achievement that i have in hand today.i feel it still not full filling enough, NOT GOOD ENOUGH. i still have alot of things need to catch up. i am still lack of everything in terms of knowledge and skills. i need to master it all before i get older next year, OR BEFORE I'M COUNTING DOWN THE NEXT YEAR TO COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. im scared of the future, the unknown i mean. due to that paranoia, i work like crazy without following my plans, and everything went up and down without consistency! mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need more moneyyyyy for the family, for myself, my own savings for the future. my brothers and sisters are still studying, though it's only left shasha the one who is still schooling. i hate to know that i still haven't own any car by using my own money to buy it. i hate to know i wont have enough money to give my brothers and sisters allowance for them to spend. they don't deserved to feel this way, when they should less worried about the financial issue. i feel soo terrible, and feeling like a useless person in the world when i cant help as much as i can to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;it is soo much pressure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;whenever i get back home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;looking at the family, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;and there i stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;with no power to give more than what i'm giving them today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think most of the people who always there to talked with me, and asking my updates, would know how am i and the family doing now. the oldman now is a taxi driver, whilst the oldwoman, she can't work anymore due to her health condition. hmm... i know how is the oldman feeling now. not that i don't understand. for someone with an ego like him, who used to be on the top, now at the bottom. it's a big big sudden of crash to accept without feeling like a trash. i am soo hopeless when i look at him from far, without having anything to help solve out his problem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i guess i'm the biggest loser here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart beneath from all these issue, at this moment i'm feeling soo down after i heard from ema saying that vince feel disappointed looking at me now. cause i look like i'm totally changing, like i am not someone whom he used to know. at this point, i have no defense towards myself. i choose to portray infront of audience like im a bright shining star. i tried to stand up get as much attention as i can. showcasing like im having a blast, and a great jolly moments. i wont deny that i love all the attention were given to me. it makes me feel like there are people who still wants to look and know what am i doing. i was looking for something like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"temporary-care-about-me-time"&lt;/span&gt;. i wanted to be something that i am not , to impress these audience, get them to cheer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or worst, maybe that is what i am which i never reveal that much? god. im confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's all not worth it when the person i really love the most feel disappointed with me. it seems like all the cheers and clapping hands from the audience doesn't mean anything than this special guy appreciation when he look at me and call me beautiful... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i dont really bother looking at 2010 as a new chapter to begin when my shitty end of 2009 buzzing to me. no, i dont blame the god, nature or time or whatever the heck in this world that called life. i take full responsibilities on every act i've taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear 2010, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not sure what i want yet, cause i need to ensure my family is in a good hand with me. i need to work harder to help the family. i want to dine-in with the family at an expensive restaurants, and have a good proper nice vacation like what we used to had before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...well...happy new year people. be good kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-5679726813793693884?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5679726813793693884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=5679726813793693884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5679726813793693884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5679726813793693884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/amended-post.html' title='amended post'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4205526846806735372</id><published>2009-12-20T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:49:44.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>numb</title><content type='html'>5.28 am.&lt;br /&gt;im motherfucking exhausted&lt;br /&gt;being stranded  in the office til very late morning to do the magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, in the future,&lt;br /&gt;i wont encourage my daughter to work in designing line.&lt;br /&gt;it will damage her beauty big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demmit. then how am i gonna get boys like this?&lt;br /&gt;the bra ALSO LOOSING WOIH. LATER IM GONNA BE FLAT LIKE PLASMA TV THAT'S A BIGGGG NIGHTMAREEEE TO BE ONE OF THE BOYSSSS. I WANT MY BOOBS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blergh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. siapa boleh tolong pam? k byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4205526846806735372?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4205526846806735372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4205526846806735372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4205526846806735372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4205526846806735372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/numb.html' title='numb'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8031798062741753380</id><published>2009-12-18T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:34:51.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbling bling'/><title type='text'>deepr conversation</title><content type='html'>the 4 magazines are finally come to done! i'm about to fly! like yeay hundred times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to hong kong toooooo. but but i have to use the money for my family laaa. next year buka sekolah, have to for this and that. i cant goooooo alongggg. =((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is your favourite colour blue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you always tell the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you believe in outerspace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And im learning you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Is your skin as tanned as mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Does your hair flow sideways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Did someone took a portion of your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And im learning you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if you dont mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All your hopes and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and Everything that you believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Would you make a difference in the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Only you can make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I let my guard down for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And in time you will too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-8031798062741753380?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8031798062741753380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8031798062741753380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8031798062741753380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8031798062741753380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/deepr-conversation.html' title='deepr conversation'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8718971515002344740</id><published>2009-12-15T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:26:45.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>if i ever could see the snow from my window</title><content type='html'>the holidays is coming. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hibernate like the squirrel do during the winter time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone is ringing. i hear fun to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gee, i never thought i could be this happy when im going to be off from the office. i miss the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;everytime i meet new guys, i realized that i always love everything about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. EXCEPT for the fact that i can't have you Vince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-8718971515002344740?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8718971515002344740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8718971515002344740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8718971515002344740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8718971515002344740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-ever-could-see-snow-from-my-window.html' title='if i ever could see the snow from my window'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8458139497278440900</id><published>2009-12-14T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:52:18.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>the ugly truth</title><content type='html'>I'm starting on tumblr. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will keep posting here, but not as much as open I can be in Tumblr. nobody knows me, and nobody cares what I'll be writing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find me if you can ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;side notes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;call me lame, cause imma person who sees and feels through the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I still believe it's a matter of heart and feelings that keep the relationship bond stronger. not by your physical appearance or even sex. fuck with the theories saying sex is the key of happiness in every relationship. you called me childish cause I don't believe you. you know what? after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; in between us, i still think of Vince, and I still love him. and btw, you don't have the charm. you're just a cute childish hunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-8458139497278440900?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8458139497278440900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8458139497278440900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8458139497278440900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8458139497278440900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ugly-truth.html' title='the ugly truth'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-7685257379314107990</id><published>2009-12-12T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T05:22:19.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>idiots in love</title><content type='html'>stupid boy. pretending like a bad boy when you are actually a nice guy. that's lame okay? fucking lame that i feel wanna vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop match-making me. im a big girl. i know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to kill you coz you seems wanna back up before you start. that's bloody idiot. you hate idiot people right? YOU KNOW WHAT, I THINK I HATE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's good that YOU don't know about this blog cause then i can bitch about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you like to call me bitch right? so here what i become one to give that to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my moron sis, stop spamming my comments box with your lucah words. i hate you too biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: never ever reveal your blog to the people. cause it feels fucking awesome when you can bitch about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: why is it soo hard to find a smart guy? please lah. you like me, come to me and say it so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-7685257379314107990?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7685257379314107990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=7685257379314107990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7685257379314107990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7685257379314107990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/idiots-in-love.html' title='idiots in love'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1884185500807500268</id><published>2009-12-11T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:53:13.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>jinggle belly bell</title><content type='html'>i like the feeling when i can grab an attention. especially from someone that im attracted to. eheh.&lt;br /&gt;im not too shabby huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i like the way you look at me. i like the way you're being naughty and cheeky. i feel sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1884185500807500268?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1884185500807500268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1884185500807500268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1884185500807500268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1884185500807500268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/jinggle-belly-bell.html' title='jinggle belly bell'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1275155157345621048</id><published>2009-12-09T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T01:30:13.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im better on my own</title><content type='html'>can't wait for the holidays. :D&lt;br /&gt;I think I should activate back my Twitter account after looking at my post are mostly less than 100 words. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa. for the first time im hearing a guy said that my boobs is very attractive. lol wtf.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku kembang gila babi kot. sebab sangat kasihan to know the fact that im boobless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i was wearing low cut that time. damn mengada laa right to showw off something that actually can't be shown. wtf. BUT ANYWAYSSSSS thanks to the wonder bra :D *wet watery eyes holding bra award*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess he just want to make a pleasant hearing to me since he knows that's my ultimate esteem issue and not to forget, i know you always want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harderharharhar.&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;you wont get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want jimmy lim or jonathan cheng. but sadly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they both are gay.&lt;br /&gt;*SHOOT MY HEAD NOW PLEASE!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demmit! such a waste, good looking and nice body. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;honest confession: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I ALWAYS GET DISAPPOINTED WITH THIS INDUSTRY WHEN IT COMES TO A CUTE HUNK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind do jonathan (if he's a bi) even if im attached with anyone now. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WOIH. HORMONES EXPLODE COMING AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1275155157345621048?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1275155157345621048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1275155157345621048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1275155157345621048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1275155157345621048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-better-on-my-own.html' title='im better on my own'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4931527267744008797</id><published>2009-12-08T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T06:12:59.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kan cheong</title><content type='html'>blergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get me a sugar daddy. im ready for you. LIKE NOW PLS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4931527267744008797?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4931527267744008797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4931527267744008797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4931527267744008797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4931527267744008797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/kan-cheong.html' title='kan cheong'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4142825456049817035</id><published>2009-12-06T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:17:53.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>please, bring down the wall</title><content type='html'>i think im hurting someone's feeling,&lt;br /&gt;but i hope i was wrong.&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;cause he just make me confuse now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4142825456049817035?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4142825456049817035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4142825456049817035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4142825456049817035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4142825456049817035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-bring-down-wall.html' title='please, bring down the wall'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1369506708592929337</id><published>2009-12-04T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T05:19:23.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's nothing else i can say</title><content type='html'>i'm happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo people, tmr is my birthdayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i really really love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; Vincent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1369506708592929337?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1369506708592929337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1369506708592929337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1369506708592929337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1369506708592929337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/theres-nothing-else-i-can-say.html' title='there&apos;s nothing else i can say'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-414162411833849466</id><published>2009-12-01T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:12:21.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't trust her, never trust her</title><content type='html'>tempting, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i keep thinking about it, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicky and naughty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-414162411833849466?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/414162411833849466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=414162411833849466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/414162411833849466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/414162411833849466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-trust-her-never-trust-her.html' title='don&apos;t trust her, never trust her'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-9072006955647953079</id><published>2009-11-23T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T09:01:53.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not a barbie</title><content type='html'>he doesn't remember his ex's birthday last year when I was with him.&lt;br /&gt;but he remembered mine this year when we are no longer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel special in a weird way. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may put this as a point trying to say maybe he still do care or love me. But well, let me be in my own thoughts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-9072006955647953079?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9072006955647953079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=9072006955647953079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/9072006955647953079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/9072006955647953079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-not-barbie.html' title='i&apos;m not a barbie'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2203487710034340080</id><published>2009-11-23T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:26:58.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon</title><content type='html'>I'm really scared with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how genuine their feelings towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like guys who simply trying to touch me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even to hold my hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is simply my taboo. if they are one of these, either i ignore them, or, you're just belong to stay as my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2203487710034340080?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2203487710034340080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2203487710034340080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2203487710034340080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2203487710034340080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon.html' title='new moon'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4389583318641975865</id><published>2009-11-12T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:21:16.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you meet me halfway, right at the borderline?</title><content type='html'>hey, im back. =) for good.&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting older. going on 22 soon, very soon.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll have a great birthday like last year.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, nothing will compared to the last year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;the best of the best throughout my 21 yearslifespan (it was very beautiful to me =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sure about this year. i really hope it's gonna be good too. coz i dont want to sit down and feeling soo lonely,remembering the last year's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like deleting all the previous post. cause when come to read it back, i feel soo stupid. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life is not all about ctrl+alt+delete. if it's as easy as that, everyone can start a new day without wrinkles on their forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to worry about my age anymore. i'll tell you why. if you still reading me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh my complexion seems to get better now. now i feel soo relax, and plumpy a bit. lol. i can feel my boobies  growing as when i took my shower, i massage it over as usual. i can feel it's getting fat now! HAHAHAHAHAHA! woih, you're prohibited to comment anything about this okay! LOL. WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my apple bottom shape is back too! yeay for me! i think maybe it's the hormone as im growing older now. i'll be more ladylike, as in shape im talking about. harderyeayagain! now i can strut my stuff and make the boys goes gaga over me. yeay again!!! WTF. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when I have a fan. :p who doesn't right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds pathetic right? but who cares, as im getting blossoms now which i kinda love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oh. i think im getting shallow now. coz recently, im easily attracted to a good looking guy. I WANT TO HAVE A HANDSOME BOYFRIEND PLEASE CAN ARH? with money too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geee. u wanna know a secret? i've been using my beauty to get what i want. i noticed boys or men are soo stupid when it comes to woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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;...but still. i dont get what i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; the most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should know by now who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; im talking about.&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/2706366337447501304-4389583318641975865?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4389583318641975865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4389583318641975865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4389583318641975865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4389583318641975865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/can-you-meet-me-halfway-right-at.html' title='can you meet me halfway, right at the borderline?'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4554091992081399726</id><published>2009-11-05T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:31:35.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know how amazing i'll be like when the lights are out.</title><content type='html'>if you see any funny titles, ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;it's just my subconscious mind wanted to say so. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im just horny like that. double-major whadderrrffuuuurrrgggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how your adrenaline will go rush to see male models (underwear collections fashion showcase) behind the back stage. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4554091992081399726?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4554091992081399726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4554091992081399726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4554091992081399726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4554091992081399726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-how-amazing-ill-be-like-when.html' title='i know how amazing i&apos;ll be like when the lights are out.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4930322461242884791</id><published>2009-11-02T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T07:52:42.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>coz im hot, and you're not.</title><content type='html'>wht the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk why suddenly i feel soo hot with my ordinary look todayy ayy ayyee.&lt;br /&gt;im wearing specs btw. imagine with my hot nerdy looks in a hot secretary outfit BLOW-ing flying kisses to Malaysia. I feel soooo Miss Malaysia lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be insane. losing my mind. cause of the working madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, you should actuarry be jealous with me, cause when im busy means i still got job. and that also shows that how important am i til i need to be in the office up til 5am in the morning and woke up at 10am to rush back to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is friggin' cool. yours is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, i camp in my office. do you do you? lol wtf. you don't!&lt;br /&gt;I KNOWWWW RIGHT. i'm fucking awesome lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like make love with myself. geez that would be wasted to see my own hot body not to be touch. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKEHBYEBYECOZITALKNONSENCEAGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4930322461242884791?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4930322461242884791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4930322461242884791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4930322461242884791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4930322461242884791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/coz-im-hot-and-youre-not.html' title='coz im hot, and you&apos;re not.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2247967978992480467</id><published>2009-10-25T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:30:17.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>took my heart to the limit, this is where i stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;I don't know why I always love the feeling when I miss You Vincci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;something happened and I can't stop smiling. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;how nice if nothing gonna be the border for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;november is the month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;shall blog about it later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;not when i got the copy for myself first. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and december is my month. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2247967978992480467?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2247967978992480467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2247967978992480467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2247967978992480467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2247967978992480467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/took-my-heart-to-limit-this-is-where-i.html' title='took my heart to the limit, this is where i stay'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2668865017075991444</id><published>2009-10-23T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:02:01.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;especially...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2668865017075991444?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2668865017075991444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2668865017075991444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2668865017075991444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2668865017075991444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-rain.html' title='after the rain'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4878694827961651467</id><published>2009-10-16T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T06:19:55.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cause she's the one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i don't find it's a waste of my tears over Vincent. Cause he's a guy who is worth to cry over. I'm not sure when I can heal from the time being, but I know I'll move on from his shadows. though he seems like purposely to be as cold hearted as he can be. im sure every girls would know how much does it hurt when the guy that you love, ignore you like you were mean nothing to him all this while. Yes. That is how we feel when guys does that to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me, the reason why they did this way is because, they just want to move on. they don't want to be attached anymore on something that will reminding them again on the pain that will never get heal. they're doing that for good. they want us to move too, and be happy. forget about the past, focus on your present. cause if you get carried over with your past, you are hurting the present. and you will never get a beautiful future like what you always said you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good practic that I am most envied with boys. Too bad, I'm still a girl who carries emotional. Eventually, I'm learning and growing up to be an adults. I will adapt myself to become an iron woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how bad I've drowning into my emotional downtime when this is the time where i suppose to focus towards myself. Don't worry. My career is still on track. I am quite surprise to see how I develop that fast in within a short period. Soo many obstacles and hiccups happened here and there, and yet, I still manage to be the best of all what I wanted it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working too hard. until to the extend i feel like im lonely in this world... i never like to be alone even if i said i need to be alone. i love companied by lovely people around me. im a bit depending when it comes to emotion part. i can't lie that to myself. i love to be care and love. i never stop loving people so that i hope one day, they will love me too as much how i love them sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this connection is actually very simple. it's just sometimes the drama of life that makes it complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Vincent, I'm not sure if you're still reading my blog or not. but i just hope you do come across with to my piece of confession. i dont know why i want you soo badly ever since the first time it was accidentally steal by you when you were with someone else. i wish i knew the reason when by looking into your eyes, holding your hand or when i kiss you. but i still cant find the answer up til this second. all i know is, i can conclude you as the whole universe of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we always know it was wrong, but we ignored and don't want to be right. now, served me right. i drag the ignorance too much. though for a year. but it feels like i know you long time ago. because i seriously can understand you well, like your mind is in mine. that is how i think i took care of you like the way i took care of myself. now i know why i always finds you cute even you fart i still think it's cute. cause i chomel mah. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont know when can i get you off my head, even there are many great guys out there. maybe cause i find you are great enough, and im easily satisfied with what i get. or maybe you're just the type of a weird guy that weird girl like me love. maybe i cant find a greater guy than you yet to get rid of you from my mind. man, i dont know. all maybe's are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, this heart is still longing on your name. and i without a shame that a girl should be after dumping the boyfriend, want to say that, I'm really in love with you and I dont know why the hell is that still happening to this heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to dear sir life of mine,&lt;br /&gt;be good. i will goddamn sure the wrap up of 2009 is going to be awesome for me. it is going to be one. i just know it will. you've been treating me bad, but i will go for it, fight for it. cause im that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should know too, how worth it am I dear sir life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sign off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4878694827961651467?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4878694827961651467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4878694827961651467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4878694827961651467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4878694827961651467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-shes-one.html' title='cause she&apos;s the one'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8087435690325067023</id><published>2009-10-13T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:41:29.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must it must be this way? I tried to open up my heart, but all I can see around is his face. Whatever any other guys do or did for me, reminds me of him. why must i fell for him in the first place? why him? why i must have this loyalty program in-build my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i leave him because of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im scared to face the challenge when I have to face the fact that we can't be together in any ways. i was afraid had to cry over and over again thinking how unfair life is towards me. i was fear to be not thinking rationally as a muslim. i fear i may do something stupid like what i did last time. im afraid when the day he has to let my hands go, i'll do anything to grab his hand back to me. im afraid i will be a selfish person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...im fear to hear a break-up from his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these fear...leads to me now. how sad is that when i know whoever is following the blog, as if there's any, will have the same thought of what i said before how i hate seeing people who doesn't know how to move on with their life. now, look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I hate seeing happy couples infront of me, like they did something wrong to me. I hate the feeling that I'm alone there watching these people like those scenes in the movies. I hate when listening to my friend's story about she and the boyfriend. I hate to see myself like this when I got no one who can be half of me. I hate myself again when I'm typing the same topic for almost every post. I hate when people told me this is the time where I should love myself the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love myself though sometimes I make such a big fuss about how do I look. I mean like...seriously, who really in the world so full about themselves fully, mentally and physically? we know we are not perfect right? so we learn to accept as we are. with flaws and those fugly parts that we wish never exist, is still part of of our body. we can do nothing but to accept it and know how to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is, to know that my heart is being appreciated by the other one person. i want that feeling. i want my heart to be hold and care, cause it hurts like fuck now. i cant lie to myself when im to totally at my down time momentum. i know what i want. that's the problem. and i know i can't have it. another problem. this is what happened when you know too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;I miss the hug, the kisses. I miss when he looked and sinked his thought into my eyes. I miss when he plays with my hair. I miss when he was staring blankly at me. I miss when he tickles and makes me laugh non-stop. I miss how he sometimes out of sudden being such a romantic romeo when i didn't expected for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;How many people can actually say they know the difference between loving someone, and being&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;yung shen, you're right. the moment will get worst when im listening to any songs that reminds me of him. it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-8087435690325067023?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8087435690325067023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8087435690325067023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8087435690325067023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8087435690325067023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/with-love.html' title='with love'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8794388987406637654</id><published>2009-10-13T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:07:01.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somehow, I just hope he's not that good enough</title><content type='html'>...I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be with another, I don't want any other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry again...but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-8794388987406637654?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8794388987406637654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8794388987406637654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8794388987406637654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8794388987406637654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/somehow-i-just-hope-hes-not-that-good.html' title='somehow, I just hope he&apos;s not that good enough'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4570004787378810992</id><published>2009-10-11T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:28:45.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo road'/><title type='text'>memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="430" height="358" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c68807de39dcc29c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc68807de39dcc29c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331289437%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5517A47D68A0373CCF433C3C492AA3E670CA5D96.38CF642830C0CA8246C022DA1302E5B58CD09A51%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc68807de39dcc29c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjaytrbhJINM-XgFQzvFjSGqgi7Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="430" height="358" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc68807de39dcc29c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331289437%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5517A47D68A0373CCF433C3C492AA3E670CA5D96.38CF642830C0CA8246C022DA1302E5B58CD09A51%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc68807de39dcc29c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjaytrbhJINM-XgFQzvFjSGqgi7Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this...in my video collection....&lt;br /&gt;it was last year &lt;a href="http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/lil-gift.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; i did for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop it laa nirah. stoooopid girl!!!!!! when are you going to get over it????&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4570004787378810992?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4570004787378810992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4570004787378810992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/memory.html' title='memory'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-6133645187163694284</id><published>2009-10-10T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:15:21.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>present tense</title><content type='html'>i used to buy cleo &amp;amp; female magz (malaysia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am subscribing Vogue (UK &amp;amp; Autralia), ELLE every month. i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate when people look and care what i wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to feel effin fugly when im being surrounded by the beautiful people. they're just soo mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate when i know nothing about fashion. blergh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. i hate my job now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to go back and sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. how am i going to celebrate my birthday this year? i want to be happy. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-6133645187163694284?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6133645187163694284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=6133645187163694284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6133645187163694284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6133645187163694284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/present-tense.html' title='present tense'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-740614060873926167</id><published>2009-10-09T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T19:46:19.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to be on air is soo not cool</title><content type='html'>my stupid friend just got me pranked on fly fm's radio last night. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the good thing is, i is got a free ticket to akon's concert and also a special invite to the pre-event exclusive party. cool and awesome neh? envy me please cause i wanna feel special here. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one advise, be careful when your gf is dating with a deejay. i can't believe i have one. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-740614060873926167?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/740614060873926167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=740614060873926167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/740614060873926167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/740614060873926167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-be-on-air-is-soo-not-cool.html' title='to be on air is soo not cool'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-471338100800057277</id><published>2009-10-08T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:44:23.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Fong Kah Wai the Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V for Vincci'/><title type='text'>a sweet melody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;even after when you're apart with your love ones,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean you have to stop loving them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minnie ripperton - lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Makin' love with you is all i wanna do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And everything that i do is out of lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;La la la la la la la... do do do do do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;No one else can make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;The colors that you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Stay with me while we grow old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And we will live each day in springtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And every day my life is filled with lovin' you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Lovin' you i see your soul come shinin' through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And every time that we oooooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I'm more in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;La la la la la la la... do do do do do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; miss the person who sent me this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;did you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;up til at this second, you're still the one who is in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ll the guys can't be good ones, that's what makes the good ones &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-471338100800057277?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/471338100800057277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=471338100800057277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/471338100800057277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/471338100800057277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/sweet-melody.html' title='a sweet melody'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2167972073827656277</id><published>2009-10-04T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:17:13.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you sir</title><content type='html'>I loved people, in return they give me shit.&lt;br /&gt;I helped people, in return they give me shit.&lt;br /&gt;I supported people, in return they give me shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...they leave me with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full of shits&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; for your kindness sir. I am now bleeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2167972073827656277?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2167972073827656277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2167972073827656277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2167972073827656277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2167972073827656277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-sir.html' title='thank you sir'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-7817841068266094078</id><published>2009-10-01T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:53:37.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet me down the road</title><content type='html'>as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing against race, but i seriously hate to work with a stupid and ego malay people. i'm a malay too okay. please don't degrading yourself when the society always has a point to talk negative about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that i hate is, please lah.. when you communicate in other language than english and bm, please do respect people who couldn't understand it there?? i'm seriously mad with this type of people who doesn't know how to live in malaysia with the blue i.c. what the hell man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohhh. i didn't know that Brazilian hunks were pretty hot. ;p the last time i stopped looking at them after i knew about ronaldinho existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. i wish i was there with Michele to wet my pants. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feels like dating a chick. preferably a hot taiwanese looks with boobs. so that i can poke the twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need a fling. a cute hunk please. im quite demanding to choose a fling. a bf??? leave the space empty for now. im not ready yet for a commitment. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't want to be hurt again. it hurts like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for another tiny lil notes: i hate guys who started hinting bringing me back to their home and have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"chit chat to get to know each other closer"&lt;/span&gt;. what the fuck man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.... -im sorry your house is too ugly for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is getting crazy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i need a hug... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why nobody wants to lend their ears and shoulder for me...im sad....&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my...byebye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-7817841068266094078?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7817841068266094078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=7817841068266094078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7817841068266094078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7817841068266094078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/meet-me-down-road.html' title='meet me down the road'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-6461922265245070174</id><published>2009-09-27T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:30:30.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay with me for a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;...it's a deep cut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's very painful... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-6461922265245070174?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6461922265245070174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=6461922265245070174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6461922265245070174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6461922265245070174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/stay-with-me-for-while.html' title='stay with me for a while...'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3488795787046086474</id><published>2009-09-23T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T01:50:11.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guys, please bring along your clorets when you're about to go for a date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Srnc3MsGzQI/AAAAAAAAAx0/kuI6f-gTq5w/s1600-h/bad+breath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Srnc3MsGzQI/AAAAAAAAAx0/kuI6f-gTq5w/s400/bad+breath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384577670355275010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me. the chances of girls running away from you after the first date because of these, can be a very good reason for not seeing you again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;+ your body odor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for god sake, don't you watch tv? rexona been paying that for thousands just to ensure you got a good scent impression okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ bad breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you should know right when you have this problem? just buy the goddamn clorets or mentos or anything mint to neutralize it. oh my. how many times this kinda thing have been mentioned in articles, ads, talk and even blogs??? don't you read or are you some sort of from which part of earth that never taking care of your own hygiene? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;gosh. i swear to god, that fella really made me try not talk with him much. if i do, i have to look at other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! he just made me look like a bad person here, also a bad person infront of him. gee. i sounded more of like a bitch recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my...my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue working...&lt;br /&gt;gotta work work gotta work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-3488795787046086474?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3488795787046086474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3488795787046086474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3488795787046086474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3488795787046086474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/guys-please-bring-along-your-clorets.html' title='guys, please bring along your clorets when you&apos;re about to go for a date.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Srnc3MsGzQI/AAAAAAAAAx0/kuI6f-gTq5w/s72-c/bad+breath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-804670785406353319</id><published>2009-09-21T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:45:31.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That what you're looking for has been here the whole time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walkin the streets with you in your worn out jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Laughing on the park bench thinkin to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Hey isnt this easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's quite scary to think about when all the relatives and friends knowing of what am I doing. not something bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't fancy with the ideas of people knowing im involve in something like... modeling &amp;amp; beauty pageant contest. it is not something i really am proud of. i thought i kept it quiet well enough. oh well, the technology has really been a very good communication tools i see. bravo, you did a great job alexander graham bell. not to forget to the oldwoman, cousins and uncle. they just cant stop talking, til i have to hide myself in a room just to get a peace of mind in the midst of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the idea of getting all the eyes staring at you and focusing on every inch of your skin and pores, also gestures, is erhs, not comforting i must say. they must have been thinking, how on earth is this girl can get into the middle of lime lights? even my father thinks it's something ridiculous and funneh to know im one of the finalist. my sibblings? they just laughed at me and said, they must have been short of contestant, so they just put me up for the sake to make the program running. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;. how motivating is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to emphasize on my current work in a new company with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and it gets worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after they heard te word of "fashion" there. blergh. so they get the big idea how of do i get involved in this kind of thing easily because of the link im in. i just gave them a sour smile, when for the fact that my boss dont even know what the hell am i doing besides working my ass out for the company. my colleagues also, not all of them knows about it too, unless, if they had my fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a shy person. i like to have to have my own space and privacy. i love to wear my glasses on my normal days. i love to wear my comfort ugly sandals to the malls, walking freely without pain in 4-5inch heels. i love to get the love at first sight kinda feeling when i bumped into an interesting guy who find me attractive with my geek looks (which i think it will never happen since i get zero attention when i wear glasses everyday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;--- this is sad okay!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im on stage, well, the diva is roar-ing. no doubt on that. we have to behave that way in order to get attention. attention seeker is part of our job scope. that's why it pays well. the more attention you get, the more you'd get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, hey! i've got a funny story to share here. Ngeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;Give me some attention please though nobody's listening now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, few days ago, I said yes to one chindian boy who has been asking me out few times before. he's cute, no doubt on that. i was really reluctant to go out, seriuosly, my "yes" wasn't sincere enough. oh boy, that guy was lucky though, i was dressing up that day cause I had to meet up with my client earlier before the date. lol. wtf. hey, it's not easy to get me or seeing me dress up nowadays okay! hahhaa. wtf. soo much frills of drama from me. wtf. ignore me for that. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late on the dinner. thus, i looked kinda messy cause was in such a hurry to get to that place. i just dont really care enough to think what he's gonna think of me. soo bad right? i can be that  bad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, chop chop off the long story, make it short here since imma a very lazy person. here it goes on one interesting topic that we had during the dinner :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nirah: so... what makes you not to give up of asking me out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the boy: hm. why not? i mean, you're cute and nice. I kinda like you. and find that you're funny too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nirah: im not as nice as you think laaa. but the cute part is agrreeaable. but seriously, im curious, is there any other thing about me that attracts you? cause... if you said cute and nice, there are like...thousands of "me" outside there you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the boy: errr..why are you asking such questions? why you really need to know about it anyways? why girls like to ask such questions? you see nirah, take it easy. it's just a beginning. you ARE attractive. full stop. nothing is wrong, or if there is thousands of you out there, i choose to sit here with you out of the thousands right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nirah: hmm. hey, i don't like your answer. first, i dont care how many girls been asking you the same question, but i care for your answer. second, i know it's just a beginning, and i cant take it easy, coz it will lead to a place. before i go there, i have to make sure clearly whether am i on the right path or not. third, you just make me feels like im complicated. forth, the last line, sounds way too cheesy leh. find other words to make me special in a kind of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the boy: *laughing* LOL. you're soo funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nirah: no. im serious now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the boy can't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nirah: YOU SEE... it's not really a good idea of asking me out. first, im not that cute when you look at my face closely. you can see the disgusting acne scars and blackheads. second, you might have to take this seriously, cause im boobless. the pop-ing thing you see here, is just a padding stuff. not something like im proud off, but i have to covering it off to look great. you'll get disappointed and complain like all my ex bf. that will seriously affecting my esteem! i kid you not OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the boy: LOL!!!! YOU'RE FUNNNEEEHHHHHH!!!! HAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;nirah: =.=! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HELP&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell...? i don't think it was funny. i was being very honest and transparent about myself. and he took it as a joke? wtf! or maybe he was being a mofo. idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i have to tell him that i still love Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the most effective way&lt;/span&gt; to keep a distance from any guys who wants to come closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih...im not ready yet...i need more time to forget this guy outta my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-804670785406353319?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/804670785406353319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=804670785406353319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/804670785406353319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/804670785406353319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-what-youre-looking-for-has-been.html' title='That what you&apos;re looking for has been here the whole time'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2322559635721401579</id><published>2009-09-18T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:47:26.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo road'/><title type='text'>fucked UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;I really don't understand, why is it so hard for some people to just follow a simple instruction and not to make any mistakes when you know what you should do. A small minor mistakes, is okay. but i'm talking about the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one here. some people are just soo stupid or what kind or interruption they had in their cells body that caused to their own technical problem. im not sure where did they put their head on, they seems like they cant think using their head! or which head are they using im not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fucking headache to handle these two mofos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont like to order people and keep reminding them on what they should do. cause FOR GOD SAKE KAU DAH BESAR PANJANG OKAY, DAH ADA BULU DEKAT SEMUA CELAH BEDAH. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i look like a bad person just because i have to be loud, and make sure things in an order. grrrraahhh! i hate handling older people. they just dont listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what else i can do to handle these type of people.when i be nice to them, they stepped on my head. when im strictly firm, they protested me! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what i do, i know how to respect people. im the type of person who always respect for others. and no matter how am i with you, i'll get cool down fast later. i dont keep any heart feelings inside. what done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when you jeopardize my trust and respect, SORRY TO SAY, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NO I'M NOT SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, YOU LOST MY RESPECT TOWARDS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fucking tired also okay. i do triple times work than what you guys are doing, and all im asking for is just a simple request, not even an order, why you guys wanna make things complicatedddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im fucking not in a mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, you think you're the only one who got tons of work, and living in a sad life? FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not from a rich family either. every each month i have to support the family using my sweat earning money. you think im soo happily and glamorous heh doing modelling and all? hey fucker, manakau tahu aku kerja siang malam tak cukup tidur, fikir mana nak korek duit untuk makan esok hari buat family. my mom is going to quit her job, so it's gonna be me alone in the house who has  a steady income and help pay all the bills. sometimes i have to work 7 days in a week just to get some extra money to help my bro sis for their school allowance money. thus, im a girl. i still have to do the house chores after i get back from work, then continue with my laptop. honestly, recently i dont get enough rest. it's enough i said, with pain to go through in about this fucking relationship matter, with my own good friend and her flaming ego who still thinks she always right, I AINT GOT ANYONE TO BE OR WITH ME TO BARE WITH ME OR LISTEN TO ME WHEN I NEED ONE. family? enough with all the family drama portrait. im fucking dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i dont have time to kepoh-chi and ber-drama about my own life. i dont know how you can do it soooo welllll in drama, but not in work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed i am now a bit selfish, and dont really care for what most people said.i belong to me. call me whatever you want, as long im already make sure that you do your job. i dont have time for you, except the work that we are doing. i fucking make sure BY HOOK OR BY CROOK,YOU COOPERATE WITH ME TO GET OUR WORK DONE &amp;amp; RUN SMOOTHLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat hari raya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2322559635721401579?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2322559635721401579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2322559635721401579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2322559635721401579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2322559635721401579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/fucked-up.html' title='fucked UP!'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1778792518013193149</id><published>2009-09-16T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T08:24:57.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to talk</title><content type='html'>blogging is just soo nice. i love keep it this way at the moment. i think, i type, i talk and i speak up my mind. i dont have much time to blog right now, but i will shall continue later when im free. coz i feel like i need to talk here since it's already been soo hard to have the people i trust to talk with. so, readers, i got no choice but to trust you on this. just be a good reader will ya? i just don't care what you have in your mind about me, especially when recently i might seems like emotionally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...ttyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1778792518013193149?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1778792518013193149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1778792518013193149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1778792518013193149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1778792518013193149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-to-talk.html' title='i need to talk'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4484318500006523519</id><published>2009-09-16T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:17:42.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today ay ayy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SrC2h0wdb6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/LfHIb7C8vos/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090916_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SrC2h0wdb6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/LfHIb7C8vos/s400/Snapshot_20090916_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382002246921580450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ignore the location where i took my picture. I know you've been seen it alot. Yes, I've been spending most of my time in the office. The latest time I went back home was at 2am from the office. Oh madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the purpose im posting this photo because;&lt;br /&gt;i think i look gewd. wtf ignore this if u hate me, or kill me now if you cant stand with it.&lt;br /&gt;i love the tops! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4484318500006523519?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4484318500006523519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4484318500006523519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4484318500006523519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4484318500006523519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-ay-ayy.html' title='today ay ayy'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SrC2h0wdb6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/LfHIb7C8vos/s72-c/Snapshot_20090916_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-5256160253951869588</id><published>2009-09-16T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:55:24.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short notes.'/><title type='text'>one day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"...you know what dear, I think one day, you gonna be somebody, you gonna be very successful. trust me dear. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--the founder of Asian Atelier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement from a very successful lady, who called me early in the morning. When I was having a chaos time. Her word...her call... made my day... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you and amen. I hope I can be one. One day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Below statement, was received on the same day. I took it more of like a compliments than flattered by a guy who I think was trying to buttercup me. Correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"I just want to be honest with you. I'm attracted to you. You're cute, funny, funky, damn selamba and loud sometimes. You have that charisma of a very rare girl would have in them. You... you... you kinda unique and weird too. Which always makes me confused and clueless. Which is also I think is good. In terms of...you know... you hard to understand, and I want to know that more...more of you... Oh man, I seriously don't know how to describe it but, you're something Nirah... that makes you a special person to someone's eyes. "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- a young boy who is already attached with someone else. wtf right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel special this way... when people sees something in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-5256160253951869588?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5256160253951869588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=5256160253951869588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5256160253951869588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5256160253951869588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-day.html' title='one day'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-5003683480865516507</id><published>2009-09-13T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:00:22.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of a bird named sorrow</title><content type='html'>Location: McDonald's Ampang, Petronas Station ( A cool hang out place)&lt;br /&gt;Time: 12.49 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to come here tonight with my beloved Hp Notebook and design files. They keep me company for the past nearly two months. What would I do without you guys I think. Yeah. If I would, i think I might not getting my pay end of this month. So, whether I like it or not, I still need you more than any men who could just offer me a cheap meal for my tummy standard. wtf. how demanding is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Dear Lord. My event is coming up this November. Now we are still in September, I'm already nearly died from the madness. I want to share and story how is my working experience here by far. But I'm too lazy for that right now as I'm working on my lookbook for the fashion designers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! i do have one interesting update to kepoh. which is, i got selected into the 20 for Lumix Star Search. hell you know, i can say 80% of the girls are among those who are already the winners for other pageants contest. they are mostly absolutely stunning and gorgeous though they don't look that attractive from the photos. honestly speaking, the girls who are not pretty in the photos, are actually  very physically attractive as in person. serious, no joke. the one that looks photogenic, are mostly looks very average. as for me, i looked sucks in both. i don't know how the hell do i get selected in the top20 after the top40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i do think of trying to grab the winning title. however, on the second thought, i think i just have to keep it low. i dont think i can commit myself to go for the top12. as for other contestants are busy shout out in their facebook to get votes, i just keep quiet and only share my thoughts of the day to shout. not that im trying to be cool, or act as though i'm one of those girls that sceptical about these whole thing, no i don't! im very am happy to know i got into the top20, it shows that i do deserved to be among the hotties list in malaysia. yeah what the fuck it sounds right? but that's what i feel when im the list. and not to say, im scared of the competition. no no no! i seriously can't commit myself in this competition cause i'll have to come for rehearsals, practices, photoshoots, press conference and blablabla. my working commitment with my current company, are not allowing me to take further steps. so i just have to let it go. maybe there will be other better opportunity for me ahead that i wouldn't know? who knows right? (just pretend like you're agreed with me to make feels better wokayh? wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said with the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having a great time of my life right now, where i got to meet with many acquaintance from various background. which is good, because i can use it for my future networking purpose. so far, everything goes as planned. i think im doing pretty good in my career. im a fulltime and freelance graphic designer. a part time model, also a scout talent. im handling event shows. ala...just one thing, i have to stop my nasi lemak business for a while due to my crazy workload now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might looked happy from the photos that have been posted in facebook, but in real life, im actually feeling soo empty and lonely. a normal phase i guess for every after the break up period. i do still keep on thinking and missing vincent very much. he knows that, i know. i just dont know about him. i secretly hope he miss me too though he's already moved on with his life. it's soo hard to get over him when i still love him very dearly. every guy that passes infront of me, who wants to give their great offer, has never tempted me at all. unless, if they can offer me with something that is similar with vincent, i'd accept it. i wont let them know about it, just let them be of they are, until i find the one who is exactly like vincent. cause i know, only that person, is someone who really is sincere with me. who wants me for me. not my physical nor looks. someone who sees the beauty in me with my glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be very annoying. almost every each of the post, emo post especially, i will always talk about him. (bunuh aku sekarang kalau menyampah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;vince, do you still remember, when last time, how funny it was when we always like to sneak out from the colleagues just to get away from them? that memory keep lingering in my mind today... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;p/s: I love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-5003683480865516507?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5003683480865516507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=5003683480865516507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5003683480865516507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5003683480865516507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/story-of-bird-named-sorrow.html' title='the story of a bird named sorrow'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-807827686360057494</id><published>2009-09-09T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:05:17.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello malaysia! ^^</title><content type='html'>few days ago, I was playing with my webcam. wasn't sure how to use it til the one that i thought was a camera capture, was actually a video. =.=!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. after  had a look back on the video I noticed how vain i was. :p an attempt to look cute. blergh. woih that's normal to every girls okay. if we're not cute, then how come you guys with balls attracted to us? wtf. haha. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy! (as though there are still still readers laaa...adeh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7a263480bd5c4ee" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07a263480bd5c4ee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331289437%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D840E66D46265D12F3510B0AFD38C050511E7D9CA.3331D320AE8D29743929EFD9F04ACCB4208A505F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a263480bd5c4ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DurOVeHn1gnCCUaK8O9zDTP2xZIg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07a263480bd5c4ee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331289437%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D840E66D46265D12F3510B0AFD38C050511E7D9CA.3331D320AE8D29743929EFD9F04ACCB4208A505F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7a263480bd5c4ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DurOVeHn1gnCCUaK8O9zDTP2xZIg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-807827686360057494?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/807827686360057494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=807827686360057494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/807827686360057494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/807827686360057494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-malaysia.html' title='hello malaysia! ^^'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2570385891268972437</id><published>2009-09-08T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:55:16.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...in the midst of hustle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;there she sits alone on the bench. two three trains had passes infront of her...but something bothering her to take a step walking into the train, and continue the journey to her place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuala lumpur has never been a favorite place for her. she hates the crowd, the traffic, the noise, the hustles and mostly...it is not the most peaceful place to stay. though kuala lumpur always offering a good bargain for day and nights, it still... the place she hates the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a terrible place to be at when crisis is fond with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sits down and watch as the train passing by, opening the door at the platform, and leaves with a an annoying allert sound after it fills with the tuna, the people. looking at the surrounding, she can see the road is slowing down. the impatient cars honking like yelling on each other. the rudeness of music loudly been playing to scream on the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sees, heard and go through this everyday,but that night, she can't see &amp;amp; hear a thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind blocking seems slowing down her world. she can feel her heart is beating fast. she can hear the beats at every each seconds. she can feel...the beats too. the sound and the feeling is very uncomfortably. what she she feels is even worst. she feels pain...? in that lonely hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...all she can do is looking at the phone with tears. she wants to connect with someone special in her phone list. telling him that she is not okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again... she ain't take any courtesy to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lean&lt;/span&gt;". she's afraid of being ignored, and realized she is alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2570385891268972437?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2570385891268972437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2570385891268972437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2570385891268972437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2570385891268972437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-midst-of-hustle.html' title='...in the midst of hustle.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-5940342786693532080</id><published>2009-09-05T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:39:54.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm hunger for a winning trophy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Awak tau tak SY dah select design layout untuk lookbook tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;hm? bila? yang mana satu dia select?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;she picked mine. don't you read the mail yesterday morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;oh... she select your design? WHEN? I didn't know about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yesterday laaa. got cc-ed to you as well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;oh okay...why saya tak tahu pun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;haih. nah tengok nie. she said she likes my design &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever think that you will not be defeated.&lt;br /&gt;NA AH AH. if I'm there,&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a fierce competition for you. Yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardwork, always being paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kau poyo dengan aku lagilah. I'll show you more surprises to choke you to death. &gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Vincent,I miss you... ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-5940342786693532080?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5940342786693532080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=5940342786693532080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5940342786693532080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5940342786693532080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-hunger-for-winning-trophy.html' title='I&apos;m hunger for a winning trophy.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8862783180516606979</id><published>2009-09-01T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:00:28.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>win me through my stomach. feed me, ur phone will beep.</title><content type='html'>I've been working non-stop for seven days in a row. Sleepless nights, with only 3hours of beauty sleep per day at 4 weeks in a row. Alas, I compensate it with one whole day of sleeping hours on Merdeka day. Yeay? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No complains, no. OKAY One complain, I'm dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to enjoy my work, despite with all the hustles, and conflict of interest around (grrr I hate this part right heereee) . I just couldn't give a damn care when I myself has tons of national security issue that need a serious attention especially by yours truly here. eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh geez. I got to go! Be right back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-8862783180516606979?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8862783180516606979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8862783180516606979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8862783180516606979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8862783180516606979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/win-me-through-my-stomach-feed-me-ur.html' title='win me through my stomach. feed me, ur phone will beep.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4862394355954082517</id><published>2009-08-28T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:47:21.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As if the sky saw and empathized</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chance brushes by like shades of white lights on navy blue rippling water, creating wave of lightness that is hardly tangible to the senses, only visible to the heart. I was trapped, instantly by your long starring gaze from afar. Those pain, those words echoing in my ears, again and again, not wanting to leave, not willing to linger beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&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/2706366337447501304-4862394355954082517?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4862394355954082517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4862394355954082517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4862394355954082517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4862394355954082517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-if-sky-saw-and-empathized.html' title='As if the sky saw and empathized'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2478665361673130236</id><published>2009-08-25T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:59:52.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!</title><content type='html'>i dont know how the hell i can get it. i am far what you call a beauty is. i really should quit all this kind of thing. im not very sure also whether i can commit myself with such thing that i dont and never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the right word to call is : the fugly nerd with brain! yes i got brain, which something that i can only proud of with. wtf!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAI DAMN JATUH ESTEEM TO KNOW I'VE MADE IT WHICH I NVR REALLY HOPING AT. NO KID YOU OKAY! THOSE IN LIST ARE WELL EXPERIENCED &amp;amp; ALL ALREADY HAD MAKE A REMARK OF THEIR SIGNATURE IN THE INDUSTRY!!!!!!!!! I'M JUST NOTHING! I HAD NO EXPERIENCE! I HAS NO WHAT YOU CALLED BEAUTY IS! YOU KNOW WHAT I'M FUCKING SCARED NOW AND MY CONFIDENCE WHICH HAS NVR BEEN THERE, SUDAH LOST ENTAH KEMANA!!!!!!! I'M FUCKING SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHHHHH. MATI AKU WOIIIIIII!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to look pretty for others, unless if it's by my own willingness. thus, im not a miss universe who can afford to smile and still looking great even when she got something on her white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im curious, is it what i'm thinking is true? let's hope not!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F U C K  M Y&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;L I F E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man...i fucking need a help now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2478665361673130236?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2478665361673130236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2478665361673130236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2478665361673130236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2478665361673130236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html' title='argh!'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-763011354542543832</id><published>2009-08-24T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:43:19.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo road'/><title type='text'>massive headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpMJb1vo4qI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Pxa0JxIFjGw/s1600-h/pressure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpMJb1vo4qI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Pxa0JxIFjGw/s400/pressure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373649154271142562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpMI1OrZKkI/AAAAAAAAAxc/uxF7faXKqeg/s1600-h/pressure.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-763011354542543832?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/763011354542543832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=763011354542543832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/763011354542543832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/763011354542543832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/massive-headache.html' title='massive headache'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpMJb1vo4qI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Pxa0JxIFjGw/s72-c/pressure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3691441902447935578</id><published>2009-08-23T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:10:25.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walk Down to the Memory Lane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Fong Kah Wai the Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='V for Vincci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo road'/><title type='text'>just ignore me if you feel annoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpIkdvAiG2I/AAAAAAAAAxU/E907SBM4cN8/s1600-h/DSC06159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpIkdvAiG2I/AAAAAAAAAxU/E907SBM4cN8/s320/DSC06159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373397398659930978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpIkHEwxawI/AAAAAAAAAxM/V0pPJ8aWLVI/s1600-h/DSC06158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpIkHEwxawI/AAAAAAAAAxM/V0pPJ8aWLVI/s320/DSC06158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373397009362414338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpIjq2CJAtI/AAAAAAAAAxE/xPMCLYHhwvY/s1600-h/DSC06155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpIjq2CJAtI/AAAAAAAAAxE/xPMCLYHhwvY/s320/DSC06155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373396524372394706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't leave a harsh comment if you feel sick with my post.&lt;br /&gt;let me be content with these " moment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked through the photos...how i truly miss the time when i was there with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i miss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...walking into his dept and had a peek at his place while he's doing his work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...dress up nicely just to grab his attention on me (yeah, im just mengada like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...to sneak a peek to see what color he's wearing to the office. he looks great in blue, white &amp;amp; black. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...to look at him eating (dinner/lunch). he eat alot, just like me. sometimes when i know he's still hungry, so i let him ate my food that i said i cannot finish (the truth is i can finish it, but i don't like to see him starving.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...listen to him while his on the phone. he has nice tone which i find it very sexy until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...the feeling to make him distracted with my presence. especially when i know i look good that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...to company him til late night in the office. i dont mind if later that i know my mom will nag me for came back home at late night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...to disturb him when he's doing his work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...to follow him and mondy at the balcony. looking and watch them smoking whilst talking about work matter. i dont even mind though i understands nothing about what they were both talking about, i just love to be there as though im one of the boys on the balcony. that's what he always like refer me too since i cut my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...to poke his belly. i nvr like guys with belly before, but i cant believe i love his belly! (gross pls shuuh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...listening to his whine when he needs one after work, though i know im a hopeless consultant ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...walking back with him to ktm and let him carry my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...his smile when he got a deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...his smile when he's happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...his smile when he knows he did a good job as a team leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...his smile when he saw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...his smile when he feels relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...his smile when he is extremely satisfied/happy/joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...the feeling when i got to be by his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...the feeling when i know it is the right decision for me to be quietly there with him though he said he need to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...make him a breakfast, and put it on his table with his regular drink, ali cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...helping him to buy his ciggie, dunhill red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...wiping off his sweat on his forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...giving him a goodbye hug and kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all...i miss you ever soo dearly...until up now...at this second... ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish and hope i can recover soon. cause this is soo pain...&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/2706366337447501304-3691441902447935578?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3691441902447935578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3691441902447935578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3691441902447935578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3691441902447935578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-ignore-me-if-you-feel-annoyed.html' title='just ignore me if you feel annoyed'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SpIkdvAiG2I/AAAAAAAAAxU/E907SBM4cN8/s72-c/DSC06159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-7804158775802259982</id><published>2009-08-23T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T07:05:50.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up yours bitch.</title><content type='html'>too tired to entertain your drama. blows as much as you want. i don't give a damn fuck. you want me to kneel down on something which is not my fault? i said sorry to give you face though it wasn't my fault. you like to win right? go and parade the town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-7804158775802259982?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7804158775802259982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=7804158775802259982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7804158775802259982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7804158775802259982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-yours-bitch.html' title='up yours bitch.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8816799756020886938</id><published>2009-08-23T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:54:00.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;work. I can't imagine how my life could be if I'm not in the midst of rush,hustle and busy-ness. I love it that way so far. a good painkiller though for a heartache. i will get better in time, i hope. sad to say, he's still the only one in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know that I'm perfectly fit for you. You belong to Me, but our fate is not crossing for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received an invitation by this one cute guy to his place, after ramadhan. Werner's at Changkat bukit bintang. quite a famous place to be at, most of the big event and celebrities always be there. he's the owner. if you know who he is, the white guy. which I hella knows nothing about him when he messaged me and asked me whether do we know each other. I said nope, he said for an invitation. nice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i is going to meet with hatta dolmat on this wednesday. :D&lt;br /&gt;he sounds like a nice person when he texted me. hope he will be please to see me for the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working in this line, giving me alot of opportunity to meet the famous and rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other notes:&lt;br /&gt;whatever your intention is, im telling you man, it ain't gonna work on me.don't ever think a fragile heart, is the easiest to aim at.i still can be cool with you, cause we work together, and you're my friend.don't teach me to forget the man i love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.AND DONT YOU DARE TO TOUCH ME AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; your calling for your own funeral if you DO THAT AGAIN &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BASTARD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-8816799756020886938?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8816799756020886938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8816799756020886938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8816799756020886938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8816799756020886938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/crawling.html' title='crawling'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2566087994574114671</id><published>2009-08-15T03:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T03:37:09.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm taking a leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;See you, if I see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;....heartache...I hope I'll be better in time... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2566087994574114671?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2566087994574114671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2566087994574114671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2566087994574114671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2566087994574114671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-6561002572087673651</id><published>2009-08-14T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:39:37.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Fong Kah Wai the Love'/><title type='text'>no matter what, i know i wont be able to forget him...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SoX1fqTFgLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2Iq-0-_LVGo/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SoX1fqTFgLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2Iq-0-_LVGo/s320/cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369968054988275890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SoX06_HoBCI/AAAAAAAAAvc/7dPN6l4DHec/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SoX06_HoBCI/AAAAAAAAAvc/7dPN6l4DHec/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369967424922190882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my all time favourite photo of him... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SoX1QU8xxNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ijMEZSyssXk/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 73px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SoX1QU8xxNI/AAAAAAAAAvk/ijMEZSyssXk/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369967791559525586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-6561002572087673651?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6561002572087673651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=6561002572087673651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6561002572087673651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6561002572087673651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-matter-what-i-know-i-wont-be-able-to.html' title='no matter what, i know i wont be able to forget him...'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SoX1fqTFgLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2Iq-0-_LVGo/s72-c/cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3400069055610979721</id><published>2009-08-09T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:02:50.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seven post secrets'/><title type='text'>restoring the esteem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;insecured&lt;br /&gt;is the correct answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't want to repeat the same mistake again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;why am I soo difficult? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-3400069055610979721?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3400069055610979721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3400069055610979721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3400069055610979721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3400069055610979721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/restoring-esteem.html' title='restoring the esteem'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1395940178952479335</id><published>2009-07-29T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:13:20.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>too tired to think of any title.</title><content type='html'>if I'm updating too frequent here, it means, I don't talk much in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be some of the moments, I'd prefer to keep it to myself and ponder upon the things that have been lingering in the mind. The mind state will drown in deeper into the thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to talk, but only with certain people who are close to me. I don't talk much with strangers. If I do talk, it probably a gesture of courtesy to be nice and friendly with them. Such a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have a work to do. But I'm too tired right now to think or do anything other than blogging. Been into a sleepless night these few days. I only slept for three hours per day, burning the midnight oil. oh-so-just to tell you how hardworking am I, like damn bagus lah konon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am good anyways. I feel good to say that to myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There soo much thing I have and want to do in a short little time. I know my body is screaming in pain right now as I'm torturing it to bare with me for a while now. Forced the body to work extra harder, which is 10times harder than before. I want to make my dreams that I have build, recently built, to come true. I am going on 22 years old end of this year. I don't have much time as the time flies extremely fast. I have to speed up my ability to catch up with paradigm. I want to make sure all my plans are running smoothly throughout this year first before taking up to the next level on the next year. When I'm going to be 23 years old next year, all I know is I must be able to take care and handling things maturedly. I'm feeling damn old by saying this, and lonely too. Yeah, I feel like a sad old lady right now. That is what happen when you've been working too much, all these sort of dillusions will fuck your mind. I think now I do understand why Malaysia has alot of andartu. I dont want to end up like one. choi choi choiiii. *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I ever be able to reach my goals? I know I will. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. For some reason, I feel like I'm going to be very lonely in the future. I wish I don't. I seriously doesn't like to be lonely even when I said I need to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you want to know something about me? My biggest fear is to hear silent, see the dark and only listen to ownself heart beat. I don't want to be lonely, I want at least someone with me. I dont care how far is the distance that person away from me, as long I know, somebody is following me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...I suddenly feel like talking with the pilot boy. I just want to talk with him. Nothing more than that. I don't even miss him. Just that, at certain particular of time, he's just seems the right person to come and talk with. I don't know if I'm the only one who seems to have this feeling. Sometimes, on a different matter or issue, i'll think of anyone, that I know, who can be able to be sensitive enough with the right amount of portion as a councellor,to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I know that's a crazy idea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll drop by here and talk. Nobody stalk. I feel this is rocks. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1395940178952479335?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1395940178952479335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1395940178952479335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1395940178952479335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1395940178952479335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-tired-to-think-of-any-title.html' title='too tired to think of any title.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3613565805025107395</id><published>2009-07-29T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T01:52:08.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short notes.'/><title type='text'>I have new labels for a short update blog.</title><content type='html'>Well, practically this blog is alive again for some reason that I want to tell you here. When I feel like I should not talk to open infront of anyone, including the person I trusted the most, I'll prolly come here. It is good to know nobody really care how am I doing so far, and nobody really know the existing of this shit. Bah. I guess that is what happen when I'm being outdated with my social life and updated in my working status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW,&lt;br /&gt;I got a job. In KL. Good eh?&lt;br /&gt;Very good indeed, especially for my career path. I'll start working with MIFA, which is known as, Malaysia International Fashion Alliance. The one who always held the big yearly extravaganza marvellous fashion week in Malaysia. Cool neh? I know. Very the cool. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I'm going to be one of the frontline person to handle such event, and also get the chances of meeting with a big huge numbers of an acquaintance that can widen my circle of networking. This is very good indeed for my future plan. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST IMPORTANT IS now I can have a competition in the company. I was hunger for a battle to measure my talent. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new boss, is a lady. She's cool. She's a fashion designer too! She has this weird taste which I kinda like and admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before accepted MIFA's offer, I went for only three interviews (one of it including with MIFA). AND I'M PROUDLY TELLING YOU I ACE FOR ALL THE INTERVIEWS! SOO FULL OF MYSELF, I'M JUST LIKE THAT WHEN IT COMES TO WORK RELATED STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, one of the company, was actually offered me a higher benefits and salary. The location also very near to my place. After they got to know I accepted other offer, the CEO was actually willing RAISE MY BASIC SALARY just to get me joining the company. Phew. That was AWESOME to think again. Aww, aren't you proud of me too, no? My parents never said anything as usual. It feels kinda sucks when the family seems like do not want to share the joy and proud moment of mine. Well, I know it's not only happen in my family right? So, i don't feel weird here that much. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted MIFA because I know, I can develop myself in designer's lane. I can learn alot. Cause seriously, my colleauges are damn fucking good weyh. I do feel the fear when I saw their work. I feel soo small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the joy, and fear... I do feel sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Comfori...&lt;br /&gt;BUT HONESTLY WHAT AM I GOING TO MISS THE MOST IS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fei Chai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahai. he looks damn cool only, especially these few remaining days left for me with the company. maybe he just got to used to see the staff coming in and out from the office. to be frank, i do hope he feels what am I feeling too. He is the best thing that I know from Comfori. I just love to see his face when I'm coming over to his dept. He has the aura of a pure painkiller for me when I'm down or angry. No matter how bad the situation is between us, I'll get cool down very fast from his smile. It's very hard to hate or be mad with him for a longggggg period. I just can't. Even whether if it's my fault, or his fault, I'll do something to fix things back to normal. Maybe the norm that I have in me, I hate conflict. Maybe. Or, maybe I just can't stand too long to stay in ignorance while secretly I peek-a-boo at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking soo hard lately, what to cook for Fei Chai for my last breakfast for him...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do cook for him. I just love to spoil him and looking at him grow chubbier by each day. I love it when he's chubby or what you call it as fat. lul. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;counting the days that left. =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this even make me emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erhs. is this what i said before a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short notes&lt;/span&gt;? wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-3613565805025107395?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3613565805025107395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3613565805025107395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3613565805025107395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3613565805025107395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-new-labels-for-short-update-blog.html' title='I have new labels for a short update blog.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-314255985765420419</id><published>2009-07-28T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T03:20:26.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in this world that can make me feel better other than be in your warm hugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place seems just right for me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, I don't want to lose you ever, though we know how impossible it is for us to make it for a long run.&lt;br /&gt;At least, when the time comes, I want still in my good sweet memories with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may ask me thousand times what makes you special to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me keep that to myself cause I never know how to answer that.&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/2706366337447501304-314255985765420419?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/314255985765420419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=314255985765420419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/314255985765420419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/314255985765420419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-nothing.html' title='there&apos;s nothing'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1104879015133652139</id><published>2009-07-23T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T04:39:42.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>I find, nothing is wrong from being ugly if that was I was born.</title><content type='html'>I'm a liar. Yes. I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told people around me that I never care enough to think what people has to say about me. Like showing I definitely am comfortable under my own skin and how boosting was my energy level of confidence can't be defeated by those harm words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...the truth is, I do care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care too much for what are you going to say about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's pretty normal for all of us to act like we are not affected from painfully words. Same with me here. Deep inside, we do take it personally and keep it behind the sweet smile to let not them see our true self feeling inside. Thinking of that, I somehow salute for people who dares enough to speak up their mind when they felt hurt or insulted from the harsh words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to lie to myself and tell that I am beautiful though for the real fact if you look at me closely, you can see my fugly acne scars, blackheads, one-two pop out zits and my black puffy panda eyes. For those who knows me virtually here, don't get fooled by photos that I posted in facebook and blog. I wouldn't upload it without photoshopping it first. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THAT IS HOW DECEIVING PICTURE CAN BE IS. WELL I'M NOT SAYING THAT I LOOK GORGEOUS AFTER EDITTING OKAY. &lt;/span&gt;Just good enough to make me feel secured to see my pictures flawlessly without seeing those scary flaws of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm complaining much am I? I know. Like I never feel greatful for what I am today. I know... I know... if you want me to compare myself with other unfortunate people in this world, I am consider lucky enough. That is you comparing me with them. I don't compare. I hate to do that. Especially with them. I do take them as my friend though they are not good looking. However, I won't lie that I always secretly compared myself with people who are way fortunate enough than me. If letsay Fei Chai is talking about any of his hot girl friend, I'd act normal and flow in with the conversation that time. He doesn't know that deep inside me I felt like one sharp dart stroke inside painfully. I'll go back home looking at myself in the mirror. I'll see such a fugly reflection and a big embarassment towards ownself who still dare enough to look in the mirror. I prohibit myself from the mirror for one whole night with scary thoughts and memories back in time before when I was such an ugly duckling and invisible to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes with the Pilot Boy. He used to tell me that he likes girls with the pakistani or arabian features look. A sharp look. Sharp nose, sexy eyes. I went back home with a horrible feeling thinking back when he touched my nose and said, if I always pull my nose, it will eventually becoming sharper. He said it works, but takes time to see the results. Staring from that point matter of time, I had started a habit that I have today, which is keep on trying to pull my nose and shrink it using face muscles in a hope to have a perfect nice sharp nose, which I don't. Oh. Starting from him also, who tell me off straight to my face saying that I don't have an impressive size of boobies. Well, Fei Chai did said the same thing too. My only two special boyfriend in my life, had something in common to say about me. Sad case huh? I wonder what is my future husband going to say about my boobs. I guess he would say the same. It hurts and sucks big time feeling to have and carry over until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I still have time to enhance the size right, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the boyfriend case. In family case. Hm. It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;SUCKS WHALES BALL&lt;/span&gt;. YES. THAT CRITICAL. Can you actually imagine, my mom never call me beautiful or say that her daughter with the name Nirah, is pretty. She only says over and over again, infront or behind me and my lucky sister that my sister is pretty and beautiful. Until now, she never stop calling me "kaki besar" though I think my legs are now in nicely shape. Everytime after she says that, she makes me feel fucking terrible and horrible, and suckier big time loser. When I'm happily looking at the legs in the mirror, suddenly the image kena drag into wider and more horizontally view from my eyes. I can see my legs doesn't look much alluring like what I was hoping it could be. It looks 10 times sucks than before. Hence, I tend to emo in my room, sitting and lying at the corner of my bed with that HORRIJIBLE FEELING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;You see how the people that you love the most&lt;br /&gt;will actually made you feels like about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;How can you be confident when the&lt;br /&gt;closest one taken your esteem to that low state?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving a nice scar, they noticed that they just hurt your feeling. They wanted to erase it by saying you are beautiful in sort of whatever ways. I don't understand how might others might taken it, but for me, whatever that you says about me before, it still haunting my thoughts. I may forget it for a while, but it will come back to me as when they didn't realize that I am still in pain. Haih. Fine. That's my problem or issue. At least they have done their part for damage recovery, no? Well, I think it's my problem. I seems can't take off this trauma feeling inside of me. Pity me no. For me, as much I complain, I will tenderly let it go off from my mind slowly until it vanish, for the time being lah I guess. Wait until when I suddenly get my parkinson attack again. I'll whine and whine and whine, emo and emo and emo like nobody business til I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know sometimes back in years before, I used to have a serious acne problem. That was really an epic low time for me. Can you imagine, I'd rather to stay at home when the family wants to go out to chill at the malls rather than showing my Mr. Jackal's face. I preferred to go out during night, cause people can't see my face clearly.I also made my hair covering up my face like as though I'm wearing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purdah&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an arabic lady scarf style where they covering up their face leaving only the eyes to be seen enough&lt;/span&gt;). I'd walk facing the ground like I had my third eyes on my head to see the road infront. I tend to hunch after walking like that. Seriously the esteem was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT LOW&lt;/span&gt; that time. Thus, my physical doesn't seems like I belong to be a lady. You know... unflattered body figure, with that fugly face and urgh, I don't want to say more, it makes me feel soo embarass to tell you off everything of my flaws. I just can say, I'm sort of like a guy in a women's figure. I'm not saying I wanted to be a guy, HELL NO. I love being a girl, beacuse girls are beautiful, and I'm not! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I DEFINATELY NOT A TRANNY, I HAVE MY LEGAL MEDICAL DOCUMENTATION STATED I'M A GIRL. SO SHALL NOT SPEAK ABOUT MEGAN FOX HOT ISSUE WITH ME. WTF AM I TRYING TO STRESS IN THIS AND WHY SO SERIOUS OF MEH. FML.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. After reading back this post, I think I had mentioned many times that I care what people says and how low is my esteem. Ah lantak lah. I malas to edit nor delete. I just want to whine again. Cause this kinda moment just came and striking me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: and my title doesn't suits my post too! double major WTF.&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/2706366337447501304-1104879015133652139?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1104879015133652139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1104879015133652139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1104879015133652139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1104879015133652139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-find-nothing-is-wrong-from-being-ugly.html' title='I find, nothing is wrong from being ugly if that was I was born.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3120574557627230879</id><published>2009-07-04T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T06:23:49.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>Its not right for people to walk around with there shirts off to show their muscles... I mean you don't see me walking around with my shorts off.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="r"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kids say the darndest things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="r"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh well, let them be a kid while they can, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the mall, as I was hoping the dry me to get wet seeing any cute hunk around. However I ended up, went back home with dry-er, hot, and humid feelings of disappointment. Hello! What's wrong with Malaysia now? Where have been all the good genes of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ll good looking mankind? My sight seeing was hurt by... the lala's and rempits. urgh.Tak capai tahap piawaian mak okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the dryness, the weather also being a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;fuck my life channel.tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyeh. At least the mall was still okay and fine. The boutiques have always never failed to tempting the empty wallets/purse with flies flying happily out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone has a temp job for me? I'm fucking good at everything until recently I've received a shocking award from my *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;* good looking junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Best in Bed" award.&lt;br /&gt;=.=!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;....erhs Thank you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know when was I ever being good in bed with that boy, or even touch. Wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;st, we even barely talk with each other back in highschool. Or maybe he thinks I look good in bed, since there were a few photos of mine in Facebook which I was happily made my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;show off rexona flying armpit putih shot&lt;/span&gt; in one of the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. That picture seriously full of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;controverSIAL&lt;/span&gt;. I was meant to joke around and also, fucking mahai narcissists to show that I can look pretty hot in the photos.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like come on!&lt;/span&gt; In my defense, every girls does want to have a good shot of themselves in the internet social networking, especially when our list of friends are looking daym hawt in pictures although they are just a plain jane in real life. *poke myself* ouch. I'm talking about myself apparently. Geez. Tak malu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woih. This is not the story I wanted to nag in the first place! So let's get back to my story can, no? WTF. Like I've got banyak-banyak readers  laaa to read this shit. But eh, if I do have, leave me a comment to show that you're exist? Fucking pathetic right? No. Actually I'm just mengada like that. I want to be friendly with my readers too. WTF. It's just an excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but seriously, I do want o know who are you people that are reading here. If no comment, means, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG IMMA FUCKING LIFELESS BLOGGER WITH NO READER!!! GRAH. NUFFNANG I SHOOT YOU NOW! I WANNA  BE A BLOGGER HOTTIES JUGA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...though I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*cricket...cricket...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OKAY BACK TO THE MALLS.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I was walking and wandering around, I saw this one lil cute adorable chinese boy aged 2-3 years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old was crying. He was not alone. The parents were there with him and the maid too. It's just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents don't bother him much and his poor maid had to follow him from behind cause he doesn't want her to touch him. Maybe he's being considerate to the maid, afraid that she might getting H1N1 later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That lil boy keep on crying and crying and yelling. He was not crying because of the things he couldn't get, or get to kiss any random hot sales woman there. He was crying because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Dadddyyyyy bird bird yang yang (yang yang : itchy)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father pretended as though like he couldn't listen it when that poor boy is crying and rubbing his diapers. Same with the mother. I think that child was surely boy he would think of  WTF! to the parents when he's being ignored like that. I would, in my age now. But if I say this to my boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babyyyy pet pet yangg yangggg"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking sure he would rescue me immediately, like...IMMEDIATELY &amp;amp; ASAP AS HE COULD. wtf. Ignore the adverts. Continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you should know, for a small kids like that, they'll surely do out of the best thing from themself to get the parents attention. And soo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Dadddddddyyyyyy!!! Mummmmyyyyyy!!! BIRD BIRD YANG YANGGGGG!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nting to his bird bird area with smudge smirky face&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It felt soo funny yet pity as I was looking boy at that time. Yes. I was busy body like that. No matter what, I had a silent salute for the boy as he succeeded from his loudness attempt to the parents when they were both like have to act like a care bear parents listening and helping the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sk9WOjhrSVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0abPN74jQ-Q/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 74px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sk9WOjhrSVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0abPN74jQ-Q/s200/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354593290021456210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-3120574557627230879?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3120574557627230879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3120574557627230879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3120574557627230879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3120574557627230879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-not-right-for-people-to-walk-around.html' title='Its not right for people to walk around with there shirts off to show their muscles... I mean you don&apos;t see me walking around with my shorts off.....'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sk9WOjhrSVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0abPN74jQ-Q/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-6644987828033420165</id><published>2009-06-27T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:13:35.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road 7 Bunnies Association'/><title type='text'>Take your “Bunday”, shove it, and give me a carrot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt; Who do you think we bunnies &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt;? Self-centered Cats that need their own day named after them? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puhlease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smooshed-face, disapproving, stubbular bunneh harummphing sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 0px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt; &lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fftang/541065048/" title="Puh-uh-uh-uh-leeeease."&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1144/541065048_ea5289eb5e.jpg" class="flickr-photo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SkY2wMQbxdI/AAAAAAAAAvM/PE6mri26TiI/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SkY2wMQbxdI/AAAAAAAAAvM/PE6mri26TiI/s200/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352025408728188370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-6644987828033420165?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6644987828033420165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=6644987828033420165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6644987828033420165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6644987828033420165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-your-bunday-shove-it-and-give-me.html' title='Take your “Bunday”, shove it, and give me a carrot.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1144/541065048_ea5289eb5e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1213679281207035797</id><published>2009-06-26T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:44:22.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this may seems small, but just incase you forgot, in my left chest, i do feel things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;if someone who always can be punctual on things like in work/meeting, why cant they do the same on other thing? "forgotten" is always be the famous lame excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez. if you can't make it, please do inform earlier can you? i do have my limits too and things that will get my nerves on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;p/s:does that mean they took things for granted? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1213679281207035797?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1213679281207035797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1213679281207035797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1213679281207035797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1213679281207035797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-may-seems-small-but-just-incase.html' title='this may seems small, but just incase you forgot, in my left chest, i do feel things.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2378791789046807768</id><published>2009-06-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T08:17:17.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road 7 design'/><title type='text'>my babies =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a look to my house will ya? here is the address;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/roadseven"&gt;www.coroflot.com/roa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coroflot.com/roadseven"&gt;dseven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my maternity leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my newly born:&lt;br /&gt;Global RiskTech Congress Ads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fanaticmedia.com/infosecurity/index.htm"&gt;Infosecurity&lt;/a&gt; Magazine (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;International Magazines&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;June Issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fanaticmedia.com/infosecurity/index.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sj5MYfWdwfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/K9ot1sDVvJc/s400/insecurity+magz.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349797390979023346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to my baby ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sj5M3Mv3s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/86IT2c0sqOU/s1600-h/18-x-24.4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sj5M3Mv3s2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/86IT2c0sqOU/s400/18-x-24.4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349797918561252194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a love story baby just say yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sj5NaXglQjI/AAAAAAAAAvE/We_PRfm4WEM/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sj5NaXglQjI/AAAAAAAAAvE/We_PRfm4WEM/s200/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349798522745340466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Aida/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2378791789046807768?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2378791789046807768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2378791789046807768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2378791789046807768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2378791789046807768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-babies.html' title='my babies =)'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sj5MYfWdwfI/AAAAAAAAAu0/K9ot1sDVvJc/s72-c/insecurity+magz.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-349955159239656543</id><published>2009-06-17T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:17:15.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah Lost'/><title type='text'>don't scare me</title><content type='html'>I'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;Worried sick. =(&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not something big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-349955159239656543?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/349955159239656543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=349955159239656543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/349955159239656543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/349955159239656543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-scare-me.html' title='don&apos;t scare me'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-5299983073837353618</id><published>2009-06-12T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:37:06.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seven post secrets'/><title type='text'>I do have my moments too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SjM4jQK8rQI/AAAAAAAAAuc/TwP2LOWY8PM/s1600-h/DSC06081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SjM4jQK8rQI/AAAAAAAAAuc/TwP2LOWY8PM/s320/DSC06081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346679360906374402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SjM4dcaTAcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/br-o8t7tAkA/s1600-h/DSC06078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SjM4dcaTAcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/br-o8t7tAkA/s320/DSC06078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346679261112762818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I love it when you feel it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I want to tango with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already half year of 2009. What have I achieved? Shall brag about it later, well I do have my own moments too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm 8 more months before 2nd February next year. Time will flies fast. I have to plan it now. Also saving up now. I want to make it big this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, my blog will die now. *exhale*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SjM5JcqfUYI/AAAAAAAAAus/RFooIQRaCy8/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SjM5JcqfUYI/AAAAAAAAAus/RFooIQRaCy8/s320/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346680017094922626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-5299983073837353618?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5299983073837353618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=5299983073837353618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5299983073837353618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/5299983073837353618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-do-have-my-moments-too.html' title='I do have my moments too'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SjM4jQK8rQI/AAAAAAAAAuc/TwP2LOWY8PM/s72-c/DSC06081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1360349183726458598</id><published>2009-06-01T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:40:43.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveller learnt about Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seven post secrets'/><title type='text'>Life is short but this time it was bigger than the strength she had to get up off her knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sweet child o' mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 480px;" class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-79" src="http://maharuq.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/street-baby-copy.jpg?w=470&amp;amp;h=626" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"People like you and I have so much more, yet we are so unhappy. We are always striving for more, failing to realize that it takes nothing to be happy. This little child brightened my day, I hope he brightens yours too" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://maharuq.wordpress.com/"&gt;Maharuq&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;yes,he just brightens up my day, Maharuq. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Should I realize life meet at its best when it's not com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SiSvMHDOp_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/pUqkmHEEP_A/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SiSvMHDOp_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/pUqkmHEEP_A/s320/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342587680554133490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;plicated by our own agony...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1360349183726458598?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1360349183726458598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1360349183726458598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1360349183726458598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1360349183726458598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-short-but-this-time-it-was.html' title='Life is short but this time it was bigger than the strength she had to get up off her knees'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SiSvMHDOp_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/pUqkmHEEP_A/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8655219497478728416</id><published>2009-05-25T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T04:22:23.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seven post secrets'/><title type='text'>great minds have a place in society only not many great minds exists in society to actually recoqnise them,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: right; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;guess thats why they say great minds think alike, just sad there's so few of us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: right;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:78%;" &gt;- the mofo macha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dick&lt;/span&gt;head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Shp-9Ev9MoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/piU3Sq0-Ofk/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Shp-9Ev9MoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/piU3Sq0-Ofk/s320/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339719895913149058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-8655219497478728416?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8655219497478728416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8655219497478728416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8655219497478728416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8655219497478728416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-minds-have-place-in-society-only.html' title='great minds have a place in society only not many great minds exists in society to actually recoqnise them,'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Shp-9Ev9MoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/piU3Sq0-Ofk/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8844467379180157279</id><published>2009-05-20T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:00:13.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>they're all still gorgeous even in a disguise way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We always hear“the rules"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;From the femal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e side. Now here are the rules from the male side. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THESE ARE OUR RUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(gasp! o.O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Please note.. these are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; numbered &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"1 "&lt;/span&gt; ON &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PURPOSE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Men are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; mind readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Learn to w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ork the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complainin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;g about you leaving it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Sunday spor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ts It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Crying is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lackmail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Subtle hints &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Strong hints d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o not work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Obvious hints d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o not work! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just say it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(LOL.WTF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ngry, we meant theother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; it done. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; know best how to do it, just do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;uring commercials..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOTneed di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;rections and neither do we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;s default settings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A colour. Pumpkin is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;also a fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We have no idea what mauve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;We will act like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;nothing's wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. If you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; a question you don't want an answer to, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; (HAHAHA I LOVE THIS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. When w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine  ...   R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;eally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;as FOOTBALL ormotor s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. You have enough clo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;thes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. I am in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; shape.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Round IS a shape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(LOL I KNOW TO WHOM TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; APPLY THIS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Thank you for reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;LOL. I'd call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;my men to sleep in the room instead of the couch after knowing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; It's even more turning on than just plainly fake gentleman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;L  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;O  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;  E  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;B  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;  Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;  S  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/ShTQMyVOLVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/h1URgGd9xSY/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/ShTQMyVOLVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/h1URgGd9xSY/s320/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338120376428670290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="'Times New Roman'" style="margin: 0px 0cm 1.35em;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/2706366337447501304-8844467379180157279?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8844467379180157279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8844467379180157279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8844467379180157279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8844467379180157279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/theyre-all-still-gorgeous-even-in.html' title='they&apos;re all still gorgeous even in a disguise way.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/ShTQMyVOLVI/AAAAAAAAAt8/h1URgGd9xSY/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-7477770562765154574</id><published>2009-05-20T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T04:51:08.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><title type='text'>What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise</title><content type='html'>my shoulder is getting heavier now. i barely speak, because the responsible to top making the knees weaken before running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah. Sakitnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't let lil pumpkin feel the pain too.i'll protect her no matter what it takes for me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-7477770562765154574?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7477770562765154574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=7477770562765154574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7477770562765154574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7477770562765154574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-seems-to-us-as-bitter-trials-are.html' title='What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3548998889358487257</id><published>2009-05-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:53:10.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on the road with the traveller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a big BIG frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo road'/><title type='text'>hey, have you seen or heard of flying glasses?</title><content type='html'>let me show you one!&lt;br /&gt;and i'll give that straight to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, maybe I'm the one who is having the problem here. you see, when you have all the luxurious, fame and beauty, can you please stop complaining like 5 years old girl who didn't get her latest barbie collection in the store! man, can't you just be grateful when you can own a Gucci's purse, Burberry's tops, Dior handbag, and Guess shoes? if you're intention just to brag how lucky you are in some sort of you're not blessed enough to own the world, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;, I don't appreciate that. you've seen how was my expression right? I don't even bother to be like your other flat butt kisser. pergh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a reality check can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all people are fortunate enough to get what you're having now. i'm sorry for being harsh to you, but seriously, you really get on my nerves this time around. you know how much I really want to be in your place...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to work on my shits with the pain in ass to get a pay end of month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, seriously need to start stop taking things for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i never feel ashamed to admit some of the dresses that i've own were actually cost me below rm50 and have no brand tags at all. infact, i never have a perfumes, i'm just using a lotion and baby talc powder. how does that make you feel knowing this fact? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/ShAkO1PeLPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Yji-Du6sbgg/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/ShAkO1PeLPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Yji-Du6sbgg/s320/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336805395662777586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-3548998889358487257?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3548998889358487257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3548998889358487257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3548998889358487257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3548998889358487257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-have-you-seen-or-heard-of-flying.html' title='hey, have you seen or heard of flying glasses?'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/ShAkO1PeLPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Yji-Du6sbgg/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-6648701657073358999</id><published>2009-05-15T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:05:07.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road 7 behind the scenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>something happened in a rush and I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel...heee.&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sg2gkZpRUcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JcoXrjMlvdo/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sg2gkZpRUcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JcoXrjMlvdo/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336097680723628482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2706366337447501304-6648701657073358999?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6648701657073358999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=6648701657073358999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6648701657073358999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6648701657073358999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-happened-in-rush-and-i.html' title='something happened in a rush and I....'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sg2gkZpRUcI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JcoXrjMlvdo/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-7884902374458963467</id><published>2009-05-14T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:41:13.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>something you have missed out, but it's okay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;hearts; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND INTO&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;WEAPONS &amp;amp; GUNS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an awesome statement.bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SgvXuh9YgEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/kBgLZRSCzvk/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 64px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SgvXuh9YgEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/kBgLZRSCzvk/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335595377940267074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-7884902374458963467?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7884902374458963467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=7884902374458963467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7884902374458963467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7884902374458963467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/something-you-have-missed-out-but-its.html' title='something you have missed out, but it&apos;s okay'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SgvXuh9YgEI/AAAAAAAAAtE/kBgLZRSCzvk/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-868839533726252167</id><published>2009-05-01T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:50:06.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>We are only as good as our people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...help us create a more progressive working environment whereby each member contributes above and beyond what they have in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, this not only contributes to our company growth it also contributes to your own self growth and advancement and that is the ultimate objective."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So hoping my guidance, support and example has motivated you to reach for higher standards and looking at your delivery in the recent weeks, I am happ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y to say I have seen much improvement in your contribution..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-The Mofo Macha of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Forever Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny when sometimes people always thought they are on top. well, they might be on the top, but on the top of the lowest bottom ranking they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell?! you fucking ain't that good okay from the past (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your personal past&lt;/span&gt;) record that I've seen. Don't patronize the people that provide you a comfort for today living, you're just a lucky bastard who is still remaining here you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: berdarah mata aku baca email kau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SfsZwx95nrI/AAAAAAAAAsU/oc7CY5ldu-k/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SfsZwx95nrI/AAAAAAAAAsU/oc7CY5ldu-k/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330882909760495282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-868839533726252167?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/868839533726252167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=868839533726252167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/868839533726252167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/868839533726252167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-only-as-good-as-our-people.html' title='We are only as good as our people'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SfsZwx95nrI/AAAAAAAAAsU/oc7CY5ldu-k/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1774580013441091983</id><published>2009-04-28T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:10:25.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>Please get me something to turn me on cause I felt totally off button today and I need my hormones to functioning back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;what the fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; ignore the title, but if you are that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;, help me with something that I can benefits from, to see whether my estrogen are still there or not. just in case i lose it somewhere in the middle of the road. damn. i'm talking nonsense! help me bah can? no? pffft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;woih. i feel soo lazy to continue the story below, and the writing hornyness also sudah losing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;what the fuck dude?! are you menstrual? shiite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;oh wait, it's good too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; i dont have to worry to get pregnant! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;MAJOR WHAT THE FUCK AGAIN I NEED MAN FOR THAT FIRST! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you guys, i mean, the straight guys, with the cute looks yet still naughty, black eyes, broad shoulder, tall, have a nice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;pillow belly&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; tummy, super melting 180 degrees smile, nice hand to grope and super patient to stand with my unpredictable imbalance hormones pms, oh-you-must-have-money-to-take-me-to-a-nice-restaurant (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; cannot pay my meal you dumb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;), smart ass, sexy voice and good at kissing my forehead (WTF!) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. if you think you're above;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;sila register cepat lah ngongs! and turn me on back on track cause im at the point of being lifeless again (soo not true, stupid. who ask you to listen such gossips bah?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ahhh. im gonna rape myself cause im soo attractive that i have to advertise myself here. Fuck My Life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;woih. serious nie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;at least Ashraf Sinclair would have made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4times &lt;/span&gt;head turns to look at me at Pavillion though his wife was around that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU SEE THAT BIG &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WORDS &lt;/span&gt;THAT I PURPOSELY TYPED HERE?? WTF!&lt;/span&gt; im soo, kesian. NO I'M NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; ah man. just bare with me here la can? it's not like always i can caught a good looking guys attention. i need my esteem here please. okay good boy, just nod with me kay? Ngeee! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ala. not bad what? one celebrity's boyfriend also was checking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;bubblebutt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; out when we both were eating nasi lemak at kampung baru. not bad wor. harderharharhar. i can't name her here. later i'd die when someone make a search and google her name, and ,my blog will pop-ing out. ashraff sinclair is okay, cause i'm waiting to be his 2nd wifeyy. hikhikhik. i dont care if i have a boyfriend also now, i would dumb him for a while, after i got bored, i'll come back to him. well at least im honest. what the hell! ignore me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ah. i'm already bored. i dont want to type anymore. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;p/s: i miss you, dumbo. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SffD_K7s6WI/AAAAAAAAAqM/D7dkGZo6UVo/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 79px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SffD_K7s6WI/AAAAAAAAAqM/D7dkGZo6UVo/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329944174050208098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1774580013441091983?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1774580013441091983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1774580013441091983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1774580013441091983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1774580013441091983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-get-me-something-to-turn-me-on.html' title='Please get me something to turn me on cause I felt totally off button today and I need my hormones to functioning back'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SffD_K7s6WI/AAAAAAAAAqM/D7dkGZo6UVo/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3589091690238524502</id><published>2009-04-24T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:03:23.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well hello Malaysia. How are you today?</title><content type='html'>Ahh.. time had really knackered me down with under work pressure. Yet I'm still grateful cause my life has been soo happening that I don't even want to bother to molest the blogger webpage. Sila jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank fucking you. Kerjasama anda amat dihargai. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my friend as I'm typing this shit right now. He will come anytime, not soo soon after knowing his bad Malaysian timing, I might just as well do something awesome to make myself even more contented. What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for a random thoughts of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that is working and happening around me are going bizarrely amused to me. I'm not sure if at the age of 21 (going on 22), my opinion will be accepted or not, because everyone is judging everybody, including me. Perhaps the thoughts that I pour in my writings will be taken as an immaturity to certain group of people, or maybe just another reading materials of an entertainment to waste on? I don't know. But I certainly appreciate for those who are actually reading my shits and digesting my portion menu of stories that I may offer you here. Thank fucking you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you ready to judge me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entertain me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty good at digging stuff, to find out more about what and what, so and so, to satisfy my curiousity needs. Infront for most people, they might find I don't really care on what's going on around if you just happened to tell me about some interesting story. I pretended too, poker face. I wont let you read me, cause most of the our gestures and actions are predictable. I will let you not predict me like the way you think you may know about me. Sometimes what you were thinking about me is true, and I will make damn sure I'll dissappoint you. In other word, I will decide to go on the other path instead of the path that I have choosen, I'll be better damn sure that the path is not a wrong decision to take. By hook or by crook, I must made it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after wasting your time knowing less than quater about me here, I have something to share with in this sphere. Oh boy. How I always love to spell out things in this sphere am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is got to do something with what I told you earlier, about me digging and dugging until I found what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something, that somewhat I used to addicted for looking more and find out more about someone whom shall I say is not a worth of my bloody time go and do some "research" about. It was last year until last december when I have assure about the damn thing that I thought about was wrong, I stopped my investigation and inspection or on the blatantly side we called, a Stalker? Naah. I call that Spy, for my defense! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, recently when I was blog hopping (which is my daily casual routine), I went through to one of the link that I used to hooked on for some reason that I can't tell you here. I found out one ineteresting picture that reminds me of the someone that I mentioned just now. Boy oh boy. I know it's the urge of jealousy suddenly striking my mind and heart, like an electric volt that just give you a shot. Phew man. I seriously don't know how to explain the feeling but as I went through the link, I was hoping to see more of the someone's picture there. But there were only three pictures of that person in that link. I felt it was not enough. Then I was hoping if one day I could see that person in real life rather than just from the stories and photos that I've seen of that person itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll brb. My friend is here. To be continue.&lt;br /&gt;Love you too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I dont have time to proof read, so just bare with the grammartical error or whatever. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-3589091690238524502?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3589091690238524502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3589091690238524502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3589091690238524502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3589091690238524502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-hello-malaysia-how-are-you-today.html' title='well hello Malaysia. How are you today?'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3015097546615725818</id><published>2009-03-30T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:53:17.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road7'/><title type='text'>People try to leave but they can't. There's no way out...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing I hated about kids; they always said the exact thing that deep down you already knew,&lt;br /&gt;would never admit to, and most certainly never wanted to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;the more I looked into his eyes, the more heavier feeling I had inside me. That's why I always run my eyes from looking into his deep dark brown eyes. I want to make it lighter, so that I can walk even faster (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;run?&lt;/span&gt;). I want to walk, walk away (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;run away?&lt;/span&gt;) from all uncertainty that i knew would bring me into my own confusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;soo badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SdGTedYu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/GXQVdWNeR20/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SdGTedYu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/GXQVdWNeR20/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319194786394986898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-3015097546615725818?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3015097546615725818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3015097546615725818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3015097546615725818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3015097546615725818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-try-to-leave-but-they-cant.html' title='People try to leave but they can&apos;t. There&apos;s no way out...'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SdGTedYu2ZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/GXQVdWNeR20/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-8294002465986469245</id><published>2009-03-28T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:50:08.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>somehow I guess I did made a presence in someone, somebody's life too. nice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;...you looked very familiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;-- seniors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been hearing this line too frequent already, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;especially for the past three months (in a row okay).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well... celebrity celup laa katakan. ;p&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/2706366337447501304-8294002465986469245?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8294002465986469245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=8294002465986469245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8294002465986469245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/8294002465986469245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/somehow-i-guess-i-did-made-presence-in.html' title='somehow I guess I did made a presence in someone, somebody&apos;s life too. nice...'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1704378543334126819</id><published>2009-03-22T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T06:11:38.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>most of that shit look back just laugh, some shit still look back get sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;When I was a child, I spoke as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I understood as a child, I thought as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;But when I became a man;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I put childish things&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/ScY42uVxxjI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0o2mWUQl3AU/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/ScY42uVxxjI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0o2mWUQl3AU/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315998922960913970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1704378543334126819?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1704378543334126819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1704378543334126819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1704378543334126819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1704378543334126819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/most-of-that-shit-look-back-just-laugh.html' title='most of that shit look back just laugh, some shit still look back get sad'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/ScY42uVxxjI/AAAAAAAAAp8/0o2mWUQl3AU/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-194221376228752245</id><published>2009-03-14T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:01:04.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road pictures story'/><title type='text'>To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxvLMaac1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/iW9kX9uYE6g/s1600-h/DSC01650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxvLMaac1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/iW9kX9uYE6g/s400/DSC01650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313243898491597650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sbxt5P6QElI/AAAAAAAAAps/Yf8MyTfPEdw/s1600-h/DSC01635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sbxt5P6QElI/AAAAAAAAAps/Yf8MyTfPEdw/s400/DSC01635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313242490681168466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxtYwnMM-I/AAAAAAAAApk/BzYj2x7ZNco/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxtYwnMM-I/AAAAAAAAApk/BzYj2x7ZNco/s400/DSC01626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313241932523910114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;a recap moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just scroll down, I'm too lazy to explain everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for further info, click the damn comment and ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll assist you. wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxooOsL_sI/AAAAAAAAApc/Im2auuP-lrg/s1600-h/DSC05345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxooOsL_sI/AAAAAAAAApc/Im2auuP-lrg/s400/DSC05345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313236700737830594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxohoAv1oI/AAAAAAAAApU/2Q5ChgBvyTg/s1600-h/DSC05344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxohoAv1oI/AAAAAAAAApU/2Q5ChgBvyTg/s400/DSC05344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313236587275867778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxobeAFAoI/AAAAAAAAApM/OCfEktdycWQ/s1600-h/DSC05343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxobeAFAoI/AAAAAAAAApM/OCfEktdycWQ/s400/DSC05343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313236481509491330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxnmS8bLvI/AAAAAAAAAo8/-azgLl2HTVA/s1600-h/DSC05341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxnmS8bLvI/AAAAAAAAAo8/-azgLl2HTVA/s400/DSC05341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313235568008310514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqtT2whU2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/6efmLqkFwm0/s1600-h/Ben%26Nicks-014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sbquy4igyhI/AAAAAAAAAn0/f5zNl2Wq1kQ/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312750899630754322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqsN1IR9sI/AAAAAAAAAnM/qkm6ommcqm8/s1600-h/Ben%26Nicks-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqsN1IR9sI/AAAAAAAAAnM/qkm6ommcqm8/s400/Ben%26Nicks-006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312748064037009090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqrQtlR9BI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qIKa_9dxeMg/s1600-h/DSC01023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqrQtlR9BI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qIKa_9dxeMg/s400/DSC01023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312747014039139346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sbqq74hlLvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/y49x5_LNfDM/s1600-h/DSC01035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sbqq74hlLvI/AAAAAAAAAm8/y49x5_LNfDM/s400/DSC01035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312746656199159538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqwO4uf9QI/AAAAAAAAAoc/cdGCUQbFTC0/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqwO4uf9QI/AAAAAAAAAoc/cdGCUQbFTC0/s400/DSC01027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312752480228996354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqrQtlR9BI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qIKa_9dxeMg/s1600-h/DSC01023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqrQtlR9BI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qIKa_9dxeMg/s400/DSC01023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312747014039139346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqqjmezDII/AAAAAAAAAm0/gEzS8KitvzQ/s1600-h/DSC01025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqqjmezDII/AAAAAAAAAm0/gEzS8KitvzQ/s400/DSC01025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312746239038786690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&gt;I still fail to upload all the piccies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the chair is about to melt now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talk about the heat that ass can cause for sitting too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doesn't count for how many times I farted. Wtf. Gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodnight. Wetdreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts: I'm feeling yummy head to toe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank You &amp;amp; Best Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sbqx2TVjj6I/AAAAAAAAAos/EwZAFyF2hfo/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sbqx2TVjj6I/AAAAAAAAAos/EwZAFyF2hfo/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312754256898658210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Vincent Fong Kah Wai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Business Development Team Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqohiaCQDI/AAAAAAAAAms/vOdmedgChgs/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 78px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbqohiaCQDI/AAAAAAAAAms/vOdmedgChgs/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312744004562075698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-194221376228752245?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/194221376228752245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=194221376228752245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/194221376228752245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/194221376228752245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-be-wronged-is-nothing-unless-you_14.html' title='To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbxvLMaac1I/AAAAAAAAAp0/iW9kX9uYE6g/s72-c/DSC01650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-7351435396114978718</id><published>2009-03-11T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T03:57:52.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seven post secrets'/><title type='text'>underneath the moon, underneath the stars here’s a little heart for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbeYIGJuNUI/AAAAAAAAAmk/blADZFtvSsw/s1600-h/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbeYIGJuNUI/AAAAAAAAAmk/blADZFtvSsw/s400/06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311881550364554562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The weeks, days, and minutes were purely fun. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting up too much info will make it contently bored.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not photogenic enough looking good at all angle,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make you envy from the photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sensed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; new is been peeking on me, hye to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kamu ingin tahu keperihalan aku ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbeXh1ZaD1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/exILiLV01Ng/s1600-h/309803427_02a7a93b28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbeXh1ZaD1I/AAAAAAAAAmc/exILiLV01Ng/s400/309803427_02a7a93b28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311880893031911250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up above the world of all this feeling, I have a guilt that I truly regret on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"why are you still here? Haha."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"um..hmm... I guess I'm comfortable here?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"or you're saying that you're belong here? Haha."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the postman came to the road seven sending the post secrets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I know there are things that I'm good at, and there are not.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a good protestant against the heart loyalty in mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Help Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbeUi19spEI/AAAAAAAAAmU/M1KsIDy3m6o/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 82px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbeUi19spEI/AAAAAAAAAmU/M1KsIDy3m6o/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311877611829109826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-7351435396114978718?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7351435396114978718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=7351435396114978718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7351435396114978718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7351435396114978718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/underneath-moon-underneath-stars-heres.html' title='underneath the moon, underneath the stars here’s a little heart for you'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SbeYIGJuNUI/AAAAAAAAAmk/blADZFtvSsw/s72-c/06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-1344067519024476286</id><published>2009-03-05T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:34:52.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirah says'/><title type='text'>It's black and it's white We fight, we break up We kiss, we make up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greek MASTERCARD WEDDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You’ve gotta love this guy! This is a true story about a recent Greek wedding that took place in Astoria, NY. It was in the local newspaper. Even Jay Leno mentioned it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a large wedding with about 600 guests...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the reception after the wedding, the groom got up on stage with a microphone to talk to the crowd. He said he wanted to thank everyone for coming, many from Greece, to support them at their wedding. He especially wanted to thank the bride's and his family and to thank his new&lt;br /&gt;father-in-law for providing such a lavish reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a token of his deep appreciation he said he wanted to give everyone a special gift just from him. So taped to the bottom of everyone's chair, including the wedding party, was an envelope. He said this was his gift to everyone, and asked them to open their envelope. Inside each manila&lt;br /&gt;envelope was an 8x10 glossy of his new bride having sex with the best man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom had gotten suspicious of them weeks earlier and had hired a private detective to tail them. After just standing there, just watching the guests' reactions for a couple of minutes, he turned to the dumbfounded crowd and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"I'm outta here. You people could stay here and celebrate with that PUTANA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He had the marriage annulled first thing in the morning. While most people would have canceled the wedding immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with the charade, as if nothing were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His revenge: &lt;/span&gt;Making the bride's parents pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;y over &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$92,000&lt;/span&gt; for a 600 guest wedding and reception, and best of all,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;trashing the bride's and best man's reputations in front of 600 friends and family members.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; This guy has balls the size of church bells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we might get a MasterCard &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"priceless"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Commercial out of this huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give it a try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Elegant wedding reception for 600 family members and friends.........$92,000.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;---Wedding photographs commemorating the occasion.....$4,000.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;---Deluxe two week honeymoon accommodations on Mykonos Island....$8,500.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;---The look on everyone's face when they see the 8x10 glossy of the bride and the best man having sex ..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There are some things money can't buy, for everything else there's MASTERCARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sa-qZ7gq0tI/AAAAAAAAAls/taszZwtwee4/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sa-qZ7gq0tI/AAAAAAAAAls/taszZwtwee4/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309649848141271762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-1344067519024476286?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1344067519024476286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=1344067519024476286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1344067519024476286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/1344067519024476286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-black-and-its-white-we-fight-we.html' title='It&apos;s black and it&apos;s white We fight, we break up We kiss, we make up'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/Sa-qZ7gq0tI/AAAAAAAAAls/taszZwtwee4/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-2275376803991551065</id><published>2009-03-01T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:56:41.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road 7 behind the scenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveller learnt about Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveller is hipping hooray'/><title type='text'>the sun is on my side and takes me for a ride. I smile up to the sky, I know I'll be alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;get your gadgets prepared.&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she's back after 3 years in silency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;there's ain't nothing going to stop her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;she's hitting the town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;bitches, make a move for the queen to ROAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sick of doing favors for others, she demand for her own sake now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ontheothersideofnotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;HIGHLIGHTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7th March 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;E  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;R &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;V &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;L &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I has put on banner for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SatJUYTwflI/AAAAAAAAAlk/qLfeN395ecs/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 76px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SatJUYTwflI/AAAAAAAAAlk/qLfeN395ecs/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308417200257793618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-2275376803991551065?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2275376803991551065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=2275376803991551065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2275376803991551065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/2275376803991551065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/sun-is-on-my-side-and-takes-me-for-ride.html' title='the sun is on my side and takes me for a ride. I smile up to the sky, I know I&apos;ll be alright'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SatJUYTwflI/AAAAAAAAAlk/qLfeN395ecs/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-7752706579162774593</id><published>2009-02-26T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:52:23.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road 7 behind the scenes'/><title type='text'>No body has it easy</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's happening, you've been very quiet. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;please let me know if I can do anything for you.&lt;/span&gt;  if you're not strong enough, take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we came from the same blood. tight up with the same bond.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we stay in the same house, same room.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we both sleep on the same bed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but why it seems we are still soo far from each other? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;don't ask for help in blog, or put your prayers there. It's useless when you never come to me or other people who are concerning about you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you my dear sis. you may know, or you may not knowing about this, but i do care for you.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it feels weird to say this when almost everyday i've been seeing you. i miss you and shasha. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope everything is okay.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SadxWc7VnII/AAAAAAAAAlc/DfkE23x4tII/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 92px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SadxWc7VnII/AAAAAAAAAlc/DfkE23x4tII/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307335316415552642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-7752706579162774593?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7752706579162774593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=7752706579162774593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7752706579162774593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/7752706579162774593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-body-has-it-easy.html' title='No body has it easy'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SadxWc7VnII/AAAAAAAAAlc/DfkE23x4tII/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-3255850851843885314</id><published>2009-02-22T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:42:21.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>decode, the truth is hiding in your eyes.</title><content type='html'>I always had good laugh and great entertainment on one of this &lt;a href="http://malaysiatonight.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, one of the blog that I always hooked on for an entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop laughing my ass out after reading one of his post. Which is below (I copied &amp;amp; pasted in my post now). I couldn't agree more than what he says was actually right btw! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: He reminded with one of an amusing chat I had with my friends. Something that related with this post tooo! wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 reasons why the guy loves girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. They will always smell good even if its just sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;mpoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into our arms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The way they look good no matter what they wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How cute they are when they argue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way her hand always finds yours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The way they smile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The way she says 'lets not fight anymore' even though you know that an hour later....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The way they kiss you when you say 'I love you'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The way they fall into your arms when they cry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;he way they say 'I miss you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Okay.. I seriously think that the reasons above is more of like - the 17 Reasons why the Boyfriend loves his Girlfriend, rather than a plain guys like girls.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My reasons? Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are your girlfriends, fair enough. Otherwise, this reason would go down well with ANY guy who just wants to get in the girl's pants!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yup from your shoulder, and then you'll try to push her head down to your crotch.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think back on the sex that just happened - and then think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; lets do it again!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into our arms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of the various positions you can try with her.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, you hope it leads to sex and then your 'other' head just thinks right for you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like licking the ice cream? Or puttin the whole sausage in her mouth?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are warm because of the recent 'hot' encounter.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The way they look good no matter what they wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I bet you would prefer it if she wears nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;9. How cute they are when they argue.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resist the guy you mean?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way her hand always finds yours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mmm.... the way her hand always finds your... DICK?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The way they smile.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also another reason you want to get in her pants.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The way she says 'lets not fight anymore' even though you know that an hour later....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets have 'make up sex'!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; The way they kiss when you do something nice for them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and you'll hope for somethin kinky in return?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The way they kiss you when you say 'I love you'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... also hoping for somethin kinky/sexy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The way they fall into your arms when they cry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one here tougher a bit - but at the end of the day, you're still hoping to get in her pants because she's down. Perhaps she should play with something's that up.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are already thinking of how to get her to go down on you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The way they say 'I miss you'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and in your mind, you're thinking... 'I miss fucking you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKAKAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KAKAKAKAKAKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this guy laaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SaIneTuXsDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/8yvLeNJ841k/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 87px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SaIneTuXsDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/8yvLeNJ841k/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305846712640188466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2706366337447501304-3255850851843885314?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3255850851843885314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=3255850851843885314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3255850851843885314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/3255850851843885314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/decode-truth-is-hiding-in-your-eyes.html' title='decode, the truth is hiding in your eyes.'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SaIneTuXsDI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/8yvLeNJ841k/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-6728072029206604828</id><published>2009-02-18T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:37:42.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road 7 behind the scenes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a big BIG frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo road'/><title type='text'>Ain't gon' play nice, watch out you might just go under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;listening to: Disturbia by Rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All some folks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is their fair share and yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what the fuck are you guys thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You think I'm happily free willy meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why the hell are you stabbing behind my back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Geez. Fine. I know my butt is sexier than yours, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Next time if You wanna fuck, come and confront me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Or YOU want me to come to YOU and fuck YOU up and down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking sick bastard people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SZz85Prw4XI/AAAAAAAAAlI/BdgmZc0XsEk/s1600-h/signature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 63px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SZz85Prw4XI/AAAAAAAAAlI/BdgmZc0XsEk/s400/signature.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304392521528435058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-6728072029206604828?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6728072029206604828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=6728072029206604828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6728072029206604828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/6728072029206604828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/aint-gon-play-nice-watch-out-you-might.html' title='Ain&apos;t gon&apos; play nice, watch out you might just go under'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/SZz85Prw4XI/AAAAAAAAAlI/BdgmZc0XsEk/s72-c/signature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2706366337447501304.post-4344772780421617909</id><published>2009-02-16T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:51:55.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Fong Kah Wai the Love'/><title type='text'>and hearts all over the world tonight</title><content type='html'>good morning? Good afternoon? Good evening? Good night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever time it is now when you’re reading my post, all the good time I hope for you.&lt;br /&gt;Been pretty lazy to post up the food pictures that was taken a week before. I need to edit the photos, so that you’ll feel jealous and tempted looking at the nice and deceiving pictures I’m going to post soon, hm, or later. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just met Fei Chai today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay technically I’ll meet him everyday, but as in professional way.I purposely make the “but”as an excuse. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,  during working hours, we both are like strangers. We really never took everything for granted though we know we have the chances to do so when we are working. Yes, we are fucking discipline and very focus towards our work. In fact, if we wanted to sms with each other, we will do it when we are free or after working hours. We have our own very own strict principle when it comes to work. I personally dislike when people bugging me about personal stuff when I’m working. That’s fucking annoying and disturbing, like you’re disturbing cats humping in the middle of the road. Wtf. I did that last time. I swear to God, the male cat was grinning madly at me. It was freaking me out to see the cat’s expression. Like&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you have any fucking other things to do besides cutting the steamy mood I’m having with my pussy kitty cat here you fucking moron!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Stop berhumping. We shall talk about dirty stuff in other series. Not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had a great time with him no matter for how long we spent our time together. I’ll make sure I’ll make it full content for the moment we have together. To me, every each time is should not be wasted just like that, because we never know if we may have that moment again. I always angry with Fei Chai last time when he always said why do I looked very sad everytime when we have to say goodbye to each other. His famous word always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We still have all the time in the world for both of us. There’s always tomorrow.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I ever agree with that? To be frank, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always have this thought that how we really know tomorrow will be another day for us? Who knows maybe tomorrow I’ll get hit and run by a car. Or maybe something emergency happened, and he has to cancel the date for quite a long time have to wait for another date to come again? Choi choi choiiiiii! Touch wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. Am I thinking too much here? Noooooo. Yes I’m being defensive here and I guess I have a pretty much good point to make okay. So you fucking agree with me lah, not like you going to care after reading this post or leaving any comments for me to take note on. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Okay like seriously, you see what happened now? We both are no longer in a relationship. When the next time is again am I going to have with him as his special sweetheart? I secretly still am wishing to be in his arms as his special girl instead of friend…&lt;br /&gt;I guess you guys also knew that I seem like can’t move on from his shadow yet…&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;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Have you ever thought… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;After the break up…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Would you be able to see your beloved one with someone else when you know you used to be in that person’s place with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Do you really meant it with your smile that time when you were saying, as long he/she happy with their new lover, that is good enough for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How would you take it when you see their photos together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Are you going to quickly find a hot date and pose with them, later post it in the facebook, with the mushy title of the album showing off that you’re also having a great time and moving on with your life when you are actually damaging your own heart just to make your ex feel the same way as what you’re feeling too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Will you let your ex know how awesome life has been without them in your life, when in reality you are still in deep pain and not over them yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Or maybe do something like what I’m doing right now, post a blog in heck you called the cyber world without barriers when you know everyone is reading. Let yourself seen like a poor devoted lover who still coping with life to move one, hoping everyone whose dropping by to leave a comments to support you and saying a nice things for your clog ears to listen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well honestly, I do thought of some of the above an ex-lover-depressed-pathetic-anger list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if I’m thinking to do that in purpose, what can I actually get in the end? Self satisfaction after the successful revenge? Make Fei Chai regret for taking a decision to break up when I’m hella the hot stuff in market (double wtf goes there for fucking narcissist I am) ? Can I actually get him back using this way? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HONESTLY WOULD DO THAT OKAY IF THOSE WAYS ARE FUCKING CONFIRMED WORKING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I do want him, soo badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s impossible when we looking back at the reality. The differences that make an obvious gap for us to be apart. All these while we both trying to close one eye to fucking not care about it when we know this relationship is going nowhere. We still play with fire, ignored the bells, celebrating our love and now…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know that.&lt;br /&gt;I should respect that.&lt;br /&gt;I should accept that.&lt;br /&gt;I should forget on the hopeless dream… &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, if there is any other way I can have this man back, I will do anything for you as in favor I owe you. But, not my body for an exchange of agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Does he ever missing me like the way I always do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Does he ever think about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Does he still have the same feeling like me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a pain in ass to know him as a person who is good in hiding the emotions. It’s not like I never knew that. I hate the feeling when I don’t know what’s been marathon in his head. Sometimes I feel like banging his head to wall so that I can see all the flesh coming out and knowing what he had inside of his brain. Man. That’s fucking freaky and scary. Too much watching violence series from the Astro television channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to know is only does he still love me too? Is that soo hard to spell it out Nirah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;All this while, I hope I’m the best girlfriend he ever had :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said I’m the nicest person to him when he was tearing his watery eyes. Is that good or bad meaning? I think and WANT to think it is GOOD. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Better than your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EX &lt;/span&gt;hotter than your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEXT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds a bit selfish there, but I do have that in my mind and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry if anyone of you whom might knows him, or was his exes, or hoping to be his next&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend found this very intimidating to you. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever going to take care of him next after me, she better be sure knows how to take care of my Sayang in a good care. I can’t tolerate for anyone who’s hurting him. I may feel envy because I wanted soo badly to be in that place. You fucking be sure that he is happy. He’s a GEM that you may not find anywhere else again. Treasure him, that’s all I’m hoping, wishing and asking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I may not someone or somebody, but, he is worth it to be treasure. I assure you that my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. I’m soo nice til have a great testimonial for Fei Chai to find a new lover.&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Anyhoo, Just so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; know…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still Love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2706366337447501304-4344772780421617909?l=roadsevenstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4344772780421617909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2706366337447501304&amp;postID=4344772780421617909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4344772780421617909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2706366337447501304/posts/default/4344772780421617909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadsevenstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-hearts-all-over-world-tonight.html' title='and hearts all over the world tonight'/><author><name>I'm Your Hero Baby ; )</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05377753179027155997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_kT6JQJtys/S1cYIq59wVI/AAAAAAAAAys/ddq2n50TfxQ/S220/Snapshot_20091227_16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
