<?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-7372049</id><updated>2011-08-23T02:11:17.902+08:00</updated><category term='emo'/><category term='quote'/><category term='fauna'/><category term='lov sucks'/><category term='poem'/><category term='food'/><category term='do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti'/><category term='cecita'/><category term='cuti-cuti'/><category term='usrati'/><title type='text'>:: IT ONLY HURTS WHEN I BREATHE ::</title><subtitle type='html'>its all about me.. wat i feel inside and dont feel like talking to u..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-7082248447400944094</id><published>2011-06-12T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T03:40:30.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecita'/><title type='text'>GRRRR!!!</title><content type='html'>'This defeat hurts, we must learn the lessons'  Chicharito said after Manchester United loss against Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. im not focusing on Man U. &lt;br /&gt;instead the Piala FA.&lt;br /&gt;Kelantan lose to Terengganu (1-2).&lt;br /&gt;and what lesson can be learnt from this?&lt;br /&gt;JANGAN MAIN MERCUN!&lt;br /&gt;diri sendiri jugak yg rugi.&lt;br /&gt;tapi itu sudah ditakdirkan.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, gomo kelate gomo.&lt;br /&gt;still, kelantan tetap di hati.&lt;br /&gt;and im now at kota bharu for a week.&lt;br /&gt;this thursday, tahlil 40 hari untuk umi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;my friend/bro since college, Ajim and his beautiful wife, Wawa.&lt;br /&gt;(11June2011 - Lundang, Kota Bharu)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyDcrW4axH0/TfPCohnwhmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NaCTyBUdyFw/s1600/ajim.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyDcrW4axH0/TfPCohnwhmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NaCTyBUdyFw/s320/ajim.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby Nini sedih, macam da tau je Kelantan nak kalah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMXfdMHZwAU/TfO9ISygwLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UQpKj8Tz6uM/s1600/nini%2Bbiso.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hMXfdMHZwAU/TfO9ISygwLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/UQpKj8Tz6uM/s320/nini%2Bbiso.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that makes me GRRR tonight..&lt;br /&gt;got a message from my 4yrs-ex.&lt;br /&gt;'nawwar jom lepak?'&lt;br /&gt;ok. heres the thing.&lt;br /&gt;i have denied his request to be my friend at FB.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt reply when he asked for my handphone number.&lt;br /&gt;and now, hes asking me to go out with him.&lt;br /&gt;3 strikes, and you still dont get it, do you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a reason why i cant be friends with him. &lt;br /&gt;and that is 'once i hate u, i will hate u forever'&lt;br /&gt;once i have found your weakness, and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;sorry but i just cant, even though you are a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;even if you have change, its already too late.&lt;br /&gt;to be my friend again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-7082248447400944094?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/7082248447400944094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/06/grrrr.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/7082248447400944094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/7082248447400944094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/06/grrrr.html' title='GRRRR!!!'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vyDcrW4axH0/TfPCohnwhmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NaCTyBUdyFw/s72-c/ajim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-7720602365650735738</id><published>2011-06-04T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:02:27.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fauna'/><title type='text'>meow meow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wk5V6N59Ou4/Tekba8rxE_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aUAvhcpubqA/s1600/IMG_1718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wk5V6N59Ou4/Tekba8rxE_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aUAvhcpubqA/s320/IMG_1718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back home so bad.&lt;br /&gt;i miss abyadh! poor kitty.&lt;br /&gt;have to feed her. she was so cold and helpless the last time i left her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UerReGl3MfA/Tekb5fvbFOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7-Z1D5MIo1c/s1600/IMG_1708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" width="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UerReGl3MfA/Tekb5fvbFOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/7-Z1D5MIo1c/s320/IMG_1708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5nmjhTxEnk/Tekb5iVH5XI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sLir-3EpzKQ/s1600/IMG_1709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" width="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j5nmjhTxEnk/Tekb5iVH5XI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sLir-3EpzKQ/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9rRjSPZjVA/Tekb51KoDKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZT4YacJsssM/s1600/IMG_1721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_9rRjSPZjVA/Tekb51KoDKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ZT4YacJsssM/s320/IMG_1721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, she was meowing all day in front of my house.&lt;br /&gt;and the day before. i thought it was somewhere inside someone's house.&lt;br /&gt;but then, i saw that it was actually right outside my neighbor's door.&lt;br /&gt;the poor baby was shaking and meowing badly, alone without its mom.&lt;br /&gt;my neighbor put a cloth and a bowl of milk.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt know how to lick it yet.&lt;br /&gt;so i kidnapped abyadh since my neighbor wasn't home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chup! chup! why the name abyadh? &lt;br /&gt;it means white in arabic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i made a cup of anlene milk for me and tried to feed her a bit.&lt;br /&gt;but she refused to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;asked my friends via fb and tweet, how to feed this poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;tried using a cotton bud, as my friend's advice. it worked a bit.&lt;br /&gt;but then, nadia from flyfm advised me not to feed with cows milk.&lt;br /&gt;ooo oww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but WHY?? and here's why..&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT USE COW MILK! Never feed a kitten cow's milk or human baby formula as this causes stomach upset and severe diarrhea. If a kitten is already dehydrated, this could prove fatal. This includes condensed/evaporated canned cow's milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my, oh my.. luckily it was only for a few sip.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks guys for your replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i managed to buy &lt;br /&gt;a bottle = rm6.30&lt;br /&gt;KMR (kitten milk replacer) = rm10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = rm16.30. anything for the hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back home, made a hole for the bottle but i accidently cut it big.&lt;br /&gt;but i fed abyadh anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: (so that you will not repeat the same mistake i did)&lt;br /&gt;Test the bottle to make sure the hole is not too large or too small. If it is too large it will gush out and the kitten might choke or aspirate, if it is too small formula will not come out unless you squeeze it. A hole too small will cause the kitten to not get any formula at all. Hold the bottle with the nipple down and if the formula drips out slowly then it is just right. Test the warmth of the formula to make sure it is not too hot or too cold. After feeding, the kitten may need to be burped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deng! did a few mistakes. hopefully abyadh is still alive when i reach home tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;should watch this youtube earlier on how to take care of the kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OKTR6ciQTwg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-7720602365650735738?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/7720602365650735738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/06/meow-meow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/7720602365650735738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/7720602365650735738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/06/meow-meow.html' title='meow meow'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wk5V6N59Ou4/Tekba8rxE_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aUAvhcpubqA/s72-c/IMG_1718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-5960036312224356504</id><published>2011-06-01T05:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:06:25.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>my anniversary :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Single&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;That's one sentence I'm not afraid to say.&lt;br /&gt;Being single is great.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't give it up for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying being in a relationship is bad.&lt;br /&gt;Having someone to love is a beautiful thing...&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have all the problems.&lt;br /&gt;By problems I mean the arguing, the sadness, the heartaches and breaks, the rules, the expectations, the lies and deceit.&lt;br /&gt;Being single means being without all those things.&lt;br /&gt;At least when it comes to having a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single.&lt;br /&gt;And I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~by Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cE8GmtY4jZA/TeVTxPPN0PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/q735eib_jOc/s1600/Picture%2B002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cE8GmtY4jZA/TeVTxPPN0PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/q735eib_jOc/s320/Picture%2B002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;babaii mr b :p&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahuuu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a year now that im single! &lt;br /&gt;i think this could be my biggest achievement. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;and i might be lying to u that im in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;well, thats the only way to avoid the guys that im not just interested in.&lt;br /&gt;huhu sorry. my heart is not open to public yet :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more years, and im gonna be 30.&lt;br /&gt;and who cares anyway if i dont have a bf yet.&lt;br /&gt;serabut kepala ok. &lt;br /&gt;lagi-lagi kalau berkawan lelaki yang emosional. uh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im enjoying my life. getting to know more new friends.&lt;br /&gt;love my job. lov my friends. lov to sleep all day!&lt;br /&gt;gained 8kgs in a year and had to buy new pants. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;oh i wish i could celebrate my anniversary with a cake. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my ex, b. thanks for giving me this opportunity! i could be crying over you throught the year but you made me stronger. you made me think the one who should i love, and who should i remember always, that is Allah s.w.t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpbarxCg9R4/TeVW_HLvHRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kjh2VMefCi8/s1600/IMG_8073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpbarxCg9R4/TeVW_HLvHRI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kjh2VMefCi8/s320/IMG_8073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motif? saya gembira! lalala~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qg9EUi4xFPc/TeVW_DJYpWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ssKe--dQCHg/s1600/IMG_1694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qg9EUi4xFPc/TeVW_DJYpWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ssKe--dQCHg/s320/IMG_1694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motif? saje nk tjuk my first grey contact lens dat i just bought. hee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-5960036312224356504?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5960036312224356504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5960036312224356504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5960036312224356504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-anniversary.html' title='my anniversary :)'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cE8GmtY4jZA/TeVTxPPN0PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/q735eib_jOc/s72-c/Picture%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-3597036750123718163</id><published>2011-05-26T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:02:46.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fauna'/><title type='text'>Susu Kambing</title><content type='html'>That day, dengar radio IKIM FM. bukan selalu dengar pun radio ni, tapi disebabkan dekat2 maghrib and on the way balik dari kerja jadi ingat nk dengar ayat Quran. tapi b4 that, ade ceramah dari ustat pasal susu kambing. actually, i never knew manfaat susu kambing ini.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ustat tu ckp, kalau org yg berkahwin blm dpt rezeki anak, elok jugak minum utk mendptkn zuriat. sebab susu die ade molekul2 kecik yg dpt meresap masuk ke dalam darah. Nabi2 minum setiap pagi. Tatau kenapa sunnah Rasulullah s.a.w yg ini telah dilupakan. and what i only know before is, sabun susu kambing bagus utk ilangkn muka jerawat, and kulit jd licin tp tatau plak khasiat meminumnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustat tu cakap lagi, susu lembu ni tak bagus sangat sebab ada fat. alamak, baru je beli susu anlene. maklumla, da dkat 30tahun, lutut da eeok eeeokk. so sekarang dah tau, rasa mcm nk pelihara kambing plak, huhu. now i would like to share with u what i got from googling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susu kambing adalah paling hampir dengan susu ibu (minuman terbaik di dunia selepas susu ibu). Para Nabi meminum susu kambing dan membela kambing (membela atau meminum susu kambing adalah sunnah). Tiada dijangkiti penyakit kambing gila (yang ada penyakit lembu gila.). Kurang dijangkiti penyakit kuku dan mulut berbanding lembu. Kambing mempunyai sistem pertahanan tubuh yang kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kambing betina beranak 2 kali setahun,1 hingga 4 ekor berbanding lembu setahun sekali dan hanya seekor. Lembu hanya mempunyai nafsu mengawan sekali dalam satu tahun berbanding kambing, setiap hari. Susu kambing lebih mudah dihadam. Hanya memerlukan 20 minit berbanding susu lembu memerlukan 2 jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Di antara jenis minuman yang biasa diminum oleh Rasulullah S.A.W adalah susu kambing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more source: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://safuan.wordpress.com/2008/08/19/manfaat-susu-kambing-bagi-kesehatan/"&gt;http://safuan.wordpress.com/2008/08/19/manfaat-susu-kambing-bagi-kesehatan/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rediesh.com/untuk-pengetahuan-anda/susu-kambing-sunnah-rasulullah-yang-telah-dilupakan"&gt;http://www.rediesh.com/untuk-pengetahuan-anda/susu-kambing-sunnah-rasulullah-yang-telah-dilupakan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister just bought a goats milk powder, karihome for her baby. baby nini had diarrhea and was admitted to the hospital. she's allergic to cows milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-3597036750123718163?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/3597036750123718163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/susu-kambing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3597036750123718163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3597036750123718163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/susu-kambing.html' title='Susu Kambing'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IItX0ByY5_w/TeVcityrIDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cLTejNGTPnE/s72-c/Karihome%2BGoat%2BMilk%2BInfant%2BFormula%2Bmilk%2Bpowd_7189.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-2567670415772112908</id><published>2011-05-24T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T03:59:41.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Still I Rise</title><content type='html'>You may write me down in history&lt;br /&gt;With your bitter, twisted lies,&lt;br /&gt;You may trod me in the very dirt&lt;br /&gt;But still, like dust, I'll rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my sassiness upset you?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you beset with gloom?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells&lt;br /&gt;Pumping in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like moons and like suns,&lt;br /&gt;With the certainty of tides,&lt;br /&gt;Just like hopes springing high,&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you want to see me broken?&lt;br /&gt;Bowed head and lowered eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders falling down like teardrops.&lt;br /&gt;Weakened by my soulful cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my haughtiness offend you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you take it awful hard&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines&lt;br /&gt;Diggin' in my own back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may shoot me with your words,&lt;br /&gt;You may cut me with your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You may kill me with your hatefulness,&lt;br /&gt;But still, like air, I'll rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my sexiness upset you?&lt;br /&gt;Does it come as a surprise&lt;br /&gt;That I dance like I've got diamonds&lt;br /&gt;At the meeting of my thighs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the huts of history's shame&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;Up from a past that's rooted in pain&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind nights of terror and fear&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,&lt;br /&gt;I am the dream and the hope of the slave.&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;I rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Maya Angelou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-2567670415772112908?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/2567670415772112908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/still-i-rise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/2567670415772112908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/2567670415772112908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/05/still-i-rise.html' title='Still I Rise'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-8008602905433711657</id><published>2011-05-10T06:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:00:10.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usrati'/><title type='text'>ummi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZAtCYKcS6w/TeVqDnNHImI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Oa7C6lxqO0/s1600/IMG_9006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style=""&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZAtCYKcS6w/TeVqDnNHImI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Oa7C6lxqO0/s320/IMG_9006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on 8th May 2011, around 7am. i just arrived at office.&lt;br /&gt;didnt get the chance to sit yet, got a phone call from my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis hanan: dik, umi. umi baru meninggal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe what i heard. was so shocked that i didnt cry or said anything. &lt;br /&gt;my mind went blank for few seconds. umi~ my only grandma. passed away.&lt;br /&gt;until now im so sad. raya will not be the same without the elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setiap kali balik kg, i will go to her house and sing umii~ umi~&lt;br /&gt;and she would tell stories back then masa zaman jepun.&lt;br /&gt;aduh, rindunya umi. bila tiada, baru terasa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah, she passed away peacefully. but alone, after her prayers.&lt;br /&gt;masih dalam keadaan bertelengkung, umi meninggal atas katil at my house at KB.&lt;br /&gt;Zainab bt Abdullah Tahir. thats her name. we love you and will miss u Umi.&lt;br /&gt;semoga berada dalam golongan yang beriman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csJIBsOsOCQ/TeVmgQb0RKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bRcpykhdV2c/s1600/DSCN0729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csJIBsOsOCQ/TeVmgQb0RKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bRcpykhdV2c/s320/DSCN0729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;with umi, eidulfitri 2010&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9_oBVdBxgY/TeVmgBnR-TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uUUxg2GjgXI/s1600/IMG_9383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9_oBVdBxgY/TeVmgBnR-TI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uUUxg2GjgXI/s320/IMG_9383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;miss u :'(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;this song which i always sang to her. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="325" height="249" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K34E1mO1olc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-8008602905433711657?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RZAtCYKcS6w/TeVqDnNHImI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-Oa7C6lxqO0/s72-c/IMG_9006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-5484633581966986768</id><published>2011-04-27T05:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T03:58:45.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti'/><title type='text'>The Perishers - Hope You'll Be Missing Me (Like I Will Miss You)</title><content type='html'>Just heard this song while 'youtube'ing. cried the moment i heard it. fell in love with this band, and the song sway is good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u helped them to kill me&lt;br /&gt;That's all that I'm willing to say&lt;br /&gt;You no longer thrill me&lt;br /&gt;All you do now is stand in my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they say makes me feel just as safe&lt;br /&gt;I've lost everything that i own&lt;br /&gt;All they say makes me feel &lt;br /&gt;awefully blue and alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote us a song, you weren't singing along&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you'll be missing me too&lt;br /&gt;I held onto too long, I did everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you'll be missing me like I will miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I've moved on&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I'm close to ok&lt;br /&gt;Or that you no longer feel me&lt;br /&gt;Or no longer stand in my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too proud to admit to you now&lt;br /&gt;That I'm still nothing more than a wreck&lt;br /&gt;I do intend not to pretend til the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote us a song, you weren't singing along&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you'll be missing me too&lt;br /&gt;I held onto too long, I did everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you'll be missing me like I will miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll be missing me like I will miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="325" height="249" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z5M4pQ6yzbo" 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Miss You)'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z5M4pQ6yzbo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-8089741447981185661</id><published>2011-04-10T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:06:47.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecita'/><title type='text'>pakcik cleaner</title><content type='html'>from the first time i saw pakcik cleaner mengosongkn tong sampah sebelah meja kerja aku ni, tiap2 kali rasa kesian bila tgk dia. sblm ni pun ada je cleaner2 lain dtg, tp tak kesian sgt pun. pakcik ni.. entahla, rasa mcm die seorang yg baik.&lt;br /&gt;so everytime i see his face,  mesti tertanya2 dlm benak fikiran..&lt;br /&gt;pakcik ni ade family ke? da kawin ke? ada anak2 ke? berapa gaji dia dapat?&lt;br /&gt;rasa mcm nk jd wartawan plak interview dia, and kalau bleh blanja dia makan. kadang2 tgk die jln balik, tunggu van dkat post guard tu, rasa mcm nk hantar dia blk. tp takut. since selalu tgk criminal minds lah, csi lah. haihs kena la berwaspada. smlm baru tgk movie the resident. conclusionnya, org baik takbleh dipercayai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, ape special pasal pakcik cleaner ni smp aku pn bleh crita pasal die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pakcik ni bkn mcm cleaner lain, peramah dan serius bila wat keje. bile selisih, dia yg first tegur dlu dan senyum.&lt;br /&gt;pakcik ni tak handsome pn, muka ala2 pelakon ibrahim pendek. tapi bile die senyum, hati trasa indah skali spt jejaka hensem nk berkenalan.&lt;br /&gt;but dat wasnt d real reason i post this blog. k, actually masa nk naik lift td, die ada. mcm seorang gentlemen, die bg aku msk dlu. pastu dlm lif, die tanya 'sudah makan'? aduhh, pertanyaan yg tetiba membuatknku tersentuh. rasa mcm terbalik plak, patutnye aku la tanya kan. sbb die da tua. tp tak smp hati nk tanya blk. takot die jwb, blm lagi. lagila aku ksian :(  ya Allah,  ko permudahknlah rezeki pakcik cleaner ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tatau pakcik ni org mane, agama ape. janji aku nk dia bahagia. mungkin, die lagi bhgia drpd aku kot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu tak abih cite lagi, tadi jgak. on the way to toilet, die tgh mop kt hallway :( abisla tapak selipar aku kena. rasa mcm nk amik mop tu lap blk lantai tu. tapi dia boleh cakap ape, sory sory. sbb aku jln terinjit2 (btul ke ayat ni?). waduh, kalau cleaner lain, buat muka muncung ke dpan dah. then i said to him back, soryyy saya patot sory. yela die penat2 mop pstu kite jln atas tmpt basah tu. kotor blk. ingt senang ke nk mop ni? aku mop bilik pn sekali 2bln. tu kalau rajin. kalau mls, jwbler sdiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dgn itu, selagi kita bleh jaga kebersihan, jaga lah sebaik2nyer. jgn kencing mrata. jgn buang smpah merata. kalu isap okok kt bwh tu, jgn tgl tin air ke, cawan ke. mmg dorg dibyr, tp brp la sgt? kena plak buat keje kotor utk kite kan. tapiii pakcik cleaner boleh lagi senyum and say sory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what people are going through. A few kind words &amp; a smile could turn their day around. ~IslamicThinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nawwar, finished typing at 3:31PM MYT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-8089741447981185661?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8089741447981185661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/04/pakcik-cleaner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/8089741447981185661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/8089741447981185661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/04/pakcik-cleaner.html' title='pakcik cleaner'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-6559020687836682944</id><published>2011-02-19T02:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:03:19.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>plz dont hurt me again</title><content type='html'>You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Bob Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-6559020687836682944?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/6559020687836682944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/02/plz-dont-hurt-me-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/6559020687836682944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/6559020687836682944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/02/plz-dont-hurt-me-again.html' title='plz dont hurt me again'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-5897211063571490511</id><published>2011-01-11T05:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:03:42.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>when mr right comes</title><content type='html'>WOW! Bob Marley, u rock! &lt;br /&gt;these are the reasons y its nt easy to get marry to sumone or to be attached wit sumone..&lt;br /&gt;its nt d looks, or d money.. but how comfortable u can be wit her/him..&lt;br /&gt;searching for soul mate is not easy.. we cud be heartbroken and betrayed a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;but when the right time comes, the mr. right comes, i cud be d happiest ppl in d whole world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Bob Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-5897211063571490511?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5897211063571490511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-mr-right-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5897211063571490511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5897211063571490511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-mr-right-comes.html' title='when mr right comes'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-8336090851660355529</id><published>2010-12-13T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:05:21.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>nobody knows</title><content type='html'>- taken frm a frend's page-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows its empty&lt;br /&gt;The smile that i wear,&lt;br /&gt;The real one is left in the past&lt;br /&gt;Bcoz U have left me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;They won't even see my tears,&lt;br /&gt;When they think that I m laughing&lt;br /&gt;I still wishing u were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows its painful&lt;br /&gt;They think that I m strong,&lt;br /&gt;They say that this wont kill me&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder if they were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows I'm praying&lt;br /&gt;That u will change my mind,&lt;br /&gt;They think that I had let u go&lt;br /&gt;When u left me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows I miss u&lt;br /&gt;They think I feel set free,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like I m bound with chains&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows I need u&lt;br /&gt;They say I can do it on my own,&lt;br /&gt;But they dont know I m crying&lt;br /&gt;When I m all alone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-8336090851660355529?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8336090851660355529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/12/nobody-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/8336090851660355529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/8336090851660355529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/12/nobody-knows.html' title='nobody knows'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-1264223143828851040</id><published>2010-12-12T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:08:16.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lov sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecita'/><title type='text'>lov is in d airr.. lalalalaa~</title><content type='html'>wehuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably, most of u guys wud b surprised wit d titile.. hikhik.. &lt;br /&gt;uve been punked! nt by ashton kutcher, my handsome bf.. but meeee! ngahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok2.. so wats d story mrning glory?&lt;br /&gt;dis jan, it wud be 7 mnths im single.. u heard dat rite.. * i mean read dat rite..&lt;br /&gt;i realized dat im hapy dis waaayy..&lt;br /&gt;dats y i gained 7kgs in 5months!! first time everrr reached 47kgs..&lt;br /&gt;a month after my breakup, my weight dropped frm 43 to 40..&lt;br /&gt;then after dat.... grrr... must.excercise.silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! actually, i dont want to talk bout my fatness! &lt;br /&gt;it shud b about... will u marry me?  hakhak &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. i cud say dis is d longest of me being single witout d questions/sentences like&lt;br /&gt;'when will i get marry' or 'i feel so lonely witout a bf' or 'i suck' or 'im a desperado'.. &lt;br /&gt;truth is, now......!&lt;br /&gt;im sick and tired to be in lov againnn! after all d dramas, and endless heartbreaks..&lt;br /&gt;hah! or is it bcoz...&lt;br /&gt;i havent meet my mr. right guy?&lt;br /&gt;am i choosy? &lt;br /&gt;of course lah! right now, no one is better than before.. haihh.. move on damn it!&lt;br /&gt;i am. i am. its just that the 'wooooow-oooooo-hes d one!-guy' isnt just there yet.&lt;br /&gt;n once ive found him, i can forget d past one easily.. yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soOOo.. wats my type of guy? jeng jeng jenggggg...&lt;br /&gt;let it be a secret... or else&lt;br /&gt;ull b jst sumone pathetic who only wants to impress me..&lt;br /&gt;but d main thing is...&lt;br /&gt;RESPONSIBILITY! &gt;&gt;&gt; how can u b d leader in a marriage, if ur so stupid? evryting i need to tell u ka?? &lt;br /&gt;like to PRAY 5 TIMES a day!??!!&lt;br /&gt;bcoz im nt dat prfect u know..&lt;br /&gt;so u hev to lead me if i got lost smwhere in d jungle and accidently took d wrong path.&lt;br /&gt;u shud guide me back where i shud b n NOT leave me.&lt;br /&gt;evryone.is.not.perfect! .u shud nt b d DEVIL.nor.d ANGEL. ur a human.. duuuuhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep praying to God. if hes d one for me, then open my heart to him.&lt;br /&gt;if hes not, shut it tightly. &lt;br /&gt;people around me, dont force me when i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;d looovv will come..&lt;br /&gt;dis time it shud be d final one.. InsyaAllah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woww.. cant wait when d time comes..&lt;br /&gt;being who am i know, makes me think wat i really want in life..&lt;br /&gt;whos there for me when i need it..&lt;br /&gt;appreciate myself mor, nt condemning myself like b4..&lt;br /&gt;and i do complain a lotttt before! but m tryin not to now.&lt;br /&gt;hey im cute kannnn.. n i just reached 27, i stilll look young.. &lt;br /&gt;so no need to worry much..&lt;br /&gt;lov life more, lov God more.. then u can seek happiness :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nawwar, 13th dec - 9:27pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to grlpawa.... frnds n family, for evrthing.. &lt;br /&gt;eventho i might b like sum shitty smtimes, but i do lov u all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-1264223143828851040?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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bottom of his heart nyway..&lt;br /&gt;he must be sms'ing all his friends wit d same msg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TK5MgC5bBxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/xokmOIGV--U/s200/DSCN0683.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats so exciting for dis raya was, all my family got together..&lt;br /&gt;my brother flew all d way frm Dubai.. &lt;br /&gt;and we got to take family pics together... &lt;br /&gt;i was always d professional photographer, took pics at our living room..&lt;br /&gt;we also had a shot taken at a studio in KB..&lt;br /&gt;i didnt like it, kinda old style.. &lt;br /&gt;i preferred white studio but d photographers were still on leave..&lt;br /&gt;so no choice, took pics at Medo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the 3rd raya, we had our family fiesta.. &lt;br /&gt;that will be told in my next blog..&lt;br /&gt;and 4th raya, we all ate at Four Seasons, a quite famous chinese restaurant.. treated by my sis-in-law, 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-6749081193407836332</id><published>2010-09-08T04:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:04:30.118+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti'/><title type='text'>lullaby</title><content type='html'>found a new song called Evacuate.&lt;br /&gt;lov it a lot! &lt;br /&gt;how did i find it?&lt;br /&gt;just watched a movie, 'Going the Distance', &lt;br /&gt;d actress is my twin, Drew Barrymore. :p&lt;br /&gt;in d movie, theres this band kept appearing.&lt;br /&gt;they r called as 'the boxer rebellion'.&lt;br /&gt;so as usual, youtube it and search for d best song.&lt;br /&gt;enjooooooy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9yzbmx-Zu8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9yzbmx-Zu8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="225" height="144" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-d lyric-&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna say&lt;br /&gt;If it goes away&lt;br /&gt;And I dont wanna try&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont think I said&lt;br /&gt;What I should have said&lt;br /&gt;I never caught you out&lt;br /&gt;Though I had my doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;When theres nothing left to waste&lt;br /&gt;On a promise I can make&lt;br /&gt;You dont want no one this way&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont see inside&lt;br /&gt;Where you try to hide&lt;br /&gt;And I dont wanna do&lt;br /&gt;What you asked me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;When theres nothing left to waste&lt;br /&gt;On a promise I can make&lt;br /&gt;You dont want no one this way&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see each other from the corners of the room&lt;br /&gt;I think that when this mess is over&lt;br /&gt;Never make a move&lt;br /&gt;When all I see is broken down to every size&lt;br /&gt;I will remember how I got here&lt;br /&gt;Love in every eye&lt;br /&gt;I dont remember if the rest are ever good enough&lt;br /&gt;And I dont remember if the rest will ever mean as much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont wanna say&lt;br /&gt;If it goes away&lt;br /&gt;And I dont wanna try&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-6749081193407836332?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/6749081193407836332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/09/lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/6749081193407836332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/6749081193407836332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/09/lullaby.html' title='lullaby'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-5253231466055292990</id><published>2010-09-06T06:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:00:48.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti'/><title type='text'>goin down!!</title><content type='html'>chaos!... lots of tickets comin in...&lt;br /&gt;dis is all bcoz of the New Zealand earthquake..&lt;br /&gt;network downn! router down! switch down! oh my.. &lt;br /&gt;found a song by 3 days grace! and my head is banging now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="144" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/ci28TE97a8A/hqdefault.jpg);" width="225"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ci28TE97a8A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ci28TE97a8A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="225" height="144" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-5641418345685933008</id><published>2010-09-02T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:07:41.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lov sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecita'/><title type='text'>kenape ALLAH temukan kita dengan org yg salah</title><content type='html'>Memang sakit bila cinta yg kita dambakan selama ini tak dihargai oleh insan yg bernama kekasih,apatah lagi kita dibuang begitu saja... tapi,itulah juga petanda terbaik untuk diri dan kehidupan kita pada masa akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. memang ALLAH sengaja menemukan kita dengan orang yg salah supaya apabila kita bertemu jodoh yg sebenar,masih ada rasa syukur kita pada ketentuanNYA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. memang ALLAH sengaja menemukan kita dengan orang yg salah supaya kita dapat menjadi penilai yg baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. memang ALLAH sengaja menemukan kita dengan orang yg salah supaya kita sedar bahawa kita hanyalah makhluk yg sentiasa mengharapkan pertolongan ALLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. memang ALLAH sengaja menemukan kita dengan orang yg salah supaya kita dapat KASIH SAYANG YANG TERBAIK,KHAS UNTUK DIRI KITA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. memang ALLAH sengaja menemukan kita dengan orang yg salah supaya kita sedar bahawa ALLAH MAHA PEMURAH &amp; PENYAYANG kerana mengingatkan kita bahawa dia bukanlah pilihan yg hebat untuk kita dan kehidupan kita pada masa depan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. memang ALLAH sengaja menemukan kita dengan orang yg salah supaya kita dapat mengutip pengalaman yg tak semua orang berpeluang untuk mengalaminya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. memang ALLAH sengaja menemukan kita dengan orang yg salah supaya kita jadi MANUSIA YG HEBAT JIWANYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. memang ALLAH sengaja menemukan kita dengan orang yg salah supaya kita lebih faham bahawa CINTA YG TERBAIK HANYA ADA BERSAMA ALLAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. memang ALLAH sengaja menemukan kita dengan orang yg salah supaya kita LEBIH MENGENALI KEHIDUPAN YG TAK SELAMANYA KEKAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai sahabat yg kecewa,menderita dan sengsara kerana cinta, fahamilah bahawa kehidupan kita makin sampai ke penghujungnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari esok pun kita sendiri tak pasti samada menjadi milik kita. Gapailah keredhaan ALLAH dengan melaksanakan suruhanNYA, dan meninggalkan laranganNYA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERCAYALAH sesungguhnya ALLAH malu untuk menolak permintaan hambaNYA yg menadah tangan meminta dengan penuh pengharapan HANYA kepadaNYA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-petikan diperolehi dari pencarian google-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frm me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ape yg dikatakan di atas adalah benar.&lt;br /&gt;dibuang dan dihina beberapa kali.&lt;br /&gt;sakit hati tak terhingga.&lt;br /&gt;but im still standing til now.&lt;br /&gt;sekuat2 nya ku gagahkn.&lt;br /&gt;mujur iman kuat kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;agaknya sebab itu lah Tuhan bagi ujian demi ujian dalam setahun ini.&lt;br /&gt;untuk mengajarku. untuk menyedarkanku.&lt;br /&gt;mungkin untuk menghapuskan dosaku yg lalu juga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stiap kali ptus cinta, pertanyaan akan muncul di benakku.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa... dan kenapa...&lt;br /&gt;petikan di atas adalah jawapannya..&lt;br /&gt;aku slalu menyalahkn diri sdiri..&lt;br /&gt;mungkin sikap ku.. mungkin fizikal ku..&lt;br /&gt;tapi andai diri secantik Balqis atau kasih setulus Zulaikha pun..&lt;br /&gt;jika Tuhan katakan tidak, dan tidak lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin jodoh itu kita rasakan yg terbaik,&lt;br /&gt;tapi dengan doa dan bimbinganNya,mungkin ada lagi yg terbaik..&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan takkan menganiayai hambaNya..&lt;br /&gt;itu yang aku tanamkan dalam fikiran stiap hari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahun lepas aku putus cinta..&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku menjadi lalai, iman ku lemah..&lt;br /&gt;aku mengikut perasaan iblis nya..&lt;br /&gt;kononnya supaya dia rasa apa yang ku rasa..&lt;br /&gt;smakin hanyut, smakin emosiku tak terkawal..&lt;br /&gt;kali pertama aku menampar manusia bergelar jantan..&lt;br /&gt;tetapi tidak lama..akhirnya aku dapat balasan darinya..&lt;br /&gt;tamparan pertama sepanjang hidupku..&lt;br /&gt;hidung bagaikan mahu tercabut..&lt;br /&gt;pasrah mendapat balasan..&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya aku membuat keputusan untuk tidak kembali padanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selepas raya pada tahun yg sama,&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan ketemukan org yg ku rasakan baik dari sebelumnya..&lt;br /&gt;memang..dia menjagaku dan menyintaiku..&lt;br /&gt;kami jarang bertikam lidah..&lt;br /&gt;aku perlahan2 berubah menjadi seorang muslimah..&lt;br /&gt;menutup apa yg wajib ditutup..&lt;br /&gt;tetapi kebaikan ku dipersoalkn..&lt;br /&gt;aku menjawab 'ini adalah utk kebaikan ku, bkn kerana mu'..&lt;br /&gt;pernah ku fikir, adakah ini salah satu alasan nya utk meninggalkn ku?&lt;br /&gt;atau alasan lelaki lain yg mengatakan 'kau terlalu baik untukku'..&lt;br /&gt;sgt tidak masuk akal..&lt;br /&gt;pada masa ini aku menguatkn imanku..&lt;br /&gt;dan aku bertekad, jika aku putus cinta lagi..&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak akan menyerah diri kepada hasutan iblis..&lt;br /&gt;aku akan terus berdoa meminta yg terbaik dari Nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya, waktu itu muncul..&lt;br /&gt;cinta strusnya kecundang jua..&lt;br /&gt;aku menerima cabaran ini dengan menambahkn lagi ibadatku..&lt;br /&gt;terus terang ku katakan, selepas bertaubat untuk kali pertama..&lt;br /&gt;aku dapat ketenangan yg tak dpt diperolehi sblm ini...&lt;br /&gt;agaknya Tuhan mendengar hajatku..&lt;br /&gt;untuk menenangkan hatiku dan kembalikan semangatku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini.. aku lebih bahagia..&lt;br /&gt;aku sedar bahawa tidak perlu seseorang untuk bahagia..&lt;br /&gt;hanyalah cinta yg hakiki, iaitu cinta Tuhan..&lt;br /&gt;hari demi hari aku cuba untuk menjadi lebih baik..&lt;br /&gt;AKU CUBA...... JIKA AKU LEMAH, INGATKAN LAH AKU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namun dengan dugaan ini, Tuhan telah kurniakan rezeki kepadaku..&lt;br /&gt;aku mendapat kerja idaman yang telah aku nantikan sekian lama..&lt;br /&gt;sesungguhnya Tuhan Maha Pemurah Lagi Maha Penyayang..&lt;br /&gt;jadi tidak perlu berkejar2 untuk mencari jodoh..&lt;br /&gt;ataupun cinta yg strusnya..&lt;br /&gt;ia pasti akan datang..&lt;br /&gt;dengan doa yg berterusan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walaupun hati dikecewakan berulang kali..&lt;br /&gt;aku bersyukur..&lt;br /&gt;ia menjadikan aku lebih tabah..&lt;br /&gt;peduli apa org kata..&lt;br /&gt;mereka tidak merasainya..&lt;br /&gt;tapi kita yg mengalaminya, beruntung dengan pengalaman ini..&lt;br /&gt;dapatlah muhasabah diri, untuk menjadi lebih baik..&lt;br /&gt;atau memberi peringatan kepada anak2 kita nanti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ini peringatan untuk aku, mahupun wanita2 di luar sana yg menjangkau 30an dan baru putus cinta.. ketahuilah sesungguhnya memang aku poyo ckit dalam penulisan.. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-5641418345685933008?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5641418345685933008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/09/kenape-allah-temukan-kita-dengan-org-yg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5641418345685933008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5641418345685933008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/09/kenape-allah-temukan-kita-dengan-org-yg.html' title='kenape ALLAH temukan kita dengan org yg salah'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-1593443329031061143</id><published>2010-08-25T07:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:01:20.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti'/><title type='text'>music of my heart</title><content type='html'>im so excited today... heheh... know y?&lt;br /&gt;coz i found a good song!! &lt;br /&gt;back then, i lov to go to gigs and hear bands playing..&lt;br /&gt;or just download songs thats interesting to my ears..&lt;br /&gt;the soundtrack movie, or soundtrack frm drama series, or someone singing it in public.. u name it, ill find the song til d 'worm's hole'..&lt;br /&gt;but since few years back, ive stop downloading other new songs..&lt;br /&gt;now im back...... to search for more.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like to share with u one song i found... so good! and d lyrics, suitable for my situation now... hahahha.. GO ON NAWWAR!!!!!! will be back for more never-heard-in-radio songs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/qMyURfKRTEM/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMyURfKRTEM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qMyURfKRTEM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="330" height="195" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say No to Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I’m looking for you&lt;br /&gt;and I know you’ll be found&lt;br /&gt;with the parking lot kids,&lt;br /&gt;with the loneliest crowd&lt;br /&gt;And his heart’s on his sleeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your hand’s on the wheel&lt;br /&gt;trying hard not to say&lt;br /&gt;what you just don’t feel -&lt;br /&gt;yeah you just don’t feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re looking away&lt;br /&gt;could you plan an escape&lt;br /&gt;from the places you’ve known,&lt;br /&gt;where they know your mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wish he would stop&lt;br /&gt;and you wish you weren’t steel&lt;br /&gt;should you try to do something&lt;br /&gt;that you just don’t feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something’s coming,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing ever does&lt;br /&gt;Something’s coming&lt;br /&gt;you better say no to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything he says is wrong&lt;br /&gt;and all you want to feel is “gone”&lt;br /&gt;go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything he does is wrong&lt;br /&gt;and all you want to feel is “gone”&lt;br /&gt;go on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-1593443329031061143?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1593443329031061143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-of-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/1593443329031061143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/1593443329031061143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/music-of-my-heart.html' title='music of my heart'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-3989869844589127100</id><published>2010-08-23T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:09:03.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>tolol~</title><content type='html'>"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Neil Gaiman-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;redlight is coming.. &lt;br /&gt;my mood is swinging.. &lt;br /&gt;my eyes are tired..&lt;br /&gt;my mind is awake..&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are moving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im bongok.. for missing u..&lt;br /&gt;and u r a tolol..&lt;br /&gt;so dat makes me a tongek..&lt;br /&gt;and wat m i merepek'ing'??!&lt;br /&gt;iii needd sum sleeeep..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngantoknyeeeee.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y women always have the mood swing? i dont like it..&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gents, this is called PMS.. please read,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womenlivingnaturally.com/articlepage.php?id=100"&gt;http://www.womenlivingnaturally.com/articlepage.php?id=100&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premenstrual_syndrome"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premenstrual_syndrome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n im havin all the mood symptoms now..&lt;br /&gt;-Depression-Sadness-Anxiety-Anger-Irritability-Frequent and severe mood swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please dont mess wit me now... dudududuuu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-3989869844589127100?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/3989869844589127100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/tolol_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3989869844589127100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3989869844589127100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/tolol_23.html' title='tolol~'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-1443095593135100023</id><published>2010-08-23T03:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:09:59.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>cant ignore it</title><content type='html'>“I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because i know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when i lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other;for those were some of the best times of my life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night, every day.. ur always there in my mind.. &lt;br /&gt;hard to fall in love again..&lt;br /&gt;bcause ur like a nail that cant be pulled out..&lt;br /&gt;stucked in my brain..&lt;br /&gt;but u were never there in my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;cant open my heart to others..&lt;br /&gt;i tried.. &lt;br /&gt;then our moments kept flashing back..&lt;br /&gt;oh God..&lt;br /&gt;how much i really need u now..&lt;br /&gt;to see ur eyes looking at my eyes again..&lt;br /&gt;i miss u.... &lt;br /&gt;but i cant do anything..&lt;br /&gt;bcoz u hate me well enuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/hVFmotaG2KY/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="350" height="195"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVFmotaG2KY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVFmotaG2KY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="350" height="195" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-1443095593135100023?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1443095593135100023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/cant-ignore-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/1443095593135100023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/1443095593135100023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/cant-ignore-it.html' title='cant ignore it'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-5720182971014887735</id><published>2010-08-08T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:10:19.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecita'/><title type='text'>movin on..</title><content type='html'>alhamdulillah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been 2 mnths, and 8 days now.. ive manage to go thru all d pain again and this time, doa yg berterusan+solat saved me.. i got more courage and im much happier now.. wit me, all by myself to figure out what i want in life.. wat i used to be back then.. the cheerful me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started to love HIM and asked my forgiveness. bertaubat for the bad things ive done in life.. &lt;br /&gt;seriously, after that, i feel way much better now.. and slowly accepting wats not meant for me.. &lt;br /&gt;i know God has planned sumthing good.. InsyaAllah..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-5720182971014887735?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5720182971014887735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/movin-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5720182971014887735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5720182971014887735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/movin-on.html' title='movin on..'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-848105991708821569</id><published>2010-08-06T06:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:05:49.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Im not perfect</title><content type='html'>There are no tickets for tonight so im free now.. I was googling blogs in my night shift and i found something interesting just now, i dont know whether its from Dr. Fadzilah Kamsah's. So let me share it with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish he could read this, since he told me 'Awk gf paling baik skali, awk jaga saya bagus sgt tapi sy takleh syg awk lg.. Sy suka kt pmpuan tu, lagi tinggi, lagi lawa, bljr oversea'.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title is called 'Jangan Mencari Terlalu Sempurna'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu memancing ikan....&lt;br /&gt;Setelah ikan itu terlekat di mata kail,&lt;br /&gt;hendaklah kamu mengambil ikan itu....&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah sesekali kamu LEPASKAN ia&lt;br /&gt;semula ke dalam air begitu saja....&lt;br /&gt;Kerana ia akan SAKIT oleh kerana bisanya&lt;br /&gt;ketajaman mata kailmu dan mungkin ia akan MENDERITA selagi ia masih hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah juga .........Setelah kamu memberi banyak PENGHARAPAN kepada seseorang...&lt;br /&gt;Setelah ia mulai MENYAYANGIMU hendaklah kamu MENJAGA hatinya....&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah sesekali kamu meninggalkannya begitu saja....&lt;br /&gt;Kerana dia akan TERLUKA oleh kenangan bersamamu&lt;br /&gt;dan mungkin TIDAK dapat MELUPAKAN segalanya selagi dia mengingatmu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu menadah air biarlah berpada,&lt;br /&gt;jangan terlalu mengharap pada takungannya dan janganlah menganggap ia&lt;br /&gt;begitu teguh.... cukuplah sekadar keperluanmu....&lt;br /&gt;Apabila sekali ia retak.... tentu sukar untuk kamu menambalnya semula.... Akhirnya ia dibuang....Sedangkan jika kamu cuba memperbaikinya mungkin ia masih dapat dipergunakan lagi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga jika kamu memiliki seseorang, TERIMALAH seadanya....&lt;br /&gt;Janganlah kamu terlalu mengaguminya dan janganlah kamu menganggapnya begitu istimewa....&lt;br /&gt;Anggaplah dia manusia biasa. Apabila sekali dia melakukan KESILAPAN bukan mudah bagi kamu untuk menerimanya....&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya kamu KECEWA dan meninggalkannya.&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan jika kamu MEMAAFKANNYA boleh jadi hubungan kamu akan TERUS hingga ke akhirnya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu telah memiliki sepinggan nasi...&lt;br /&gt;yang kamu pasti baik untuk dirimu. Mengenyangkan. Berkhasiat.&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kamu berlengah, cuba mencari makanan yang lain..&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu ingin mengejar kelazatan.&lt;br /&gt;Kelak, nasi itu akan basi dan kamu tidak boleh memakannya. Kamu akan menyesal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu juga jika kamu telah bertemu dengan seorang insan..... yang pasti membawa KEBAIKAN kepada dirimu. MENYAYANGIMU... MENGASIHIMU...&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa kamu berlengah, cuba MEMBANDINGKANNYA dengan yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Terlalu mengejar kesempurnaan.&lt;br /&gt;Kelak, kamu akan KEHILANGANNYA apabila dia menjadi milik orang lain.. Kamu juga yang akan MENYESAL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/sfjFfeWiHKE/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfjFfeWiHKE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sfjFfeWiHKE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="325" height="244" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-848105991708821569?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/848105991708821569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-not-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/848105991708821569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/848105991708821569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-not-perfect.html' title='Im not perfect'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-1285827622362136358</id><published>2010-07-15T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T03:54:34.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuti-cuti'/><title type='text'>cameron highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 3rd July 2010, me and the girls (Zie, Kakmer, KakEli) had our first roadtrip together to Cameron Highlands, and it was my first trip to Cameron also. We didnt have any info to go there or where to stay.. It was a last minute plan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We departed around 3.30pm. At first we took the road heading to Genting, but luckily before getting to MRR2, a friend said its better to use the highway to Ipoh and enter the Simpang Pulai exit just after Tapah. So we patah blk and continued to drive to the new direction. Zie was the driver of the day. The road to Cameron was a bit scary, so narrow and bengkang bengkok. I dont know how all the cars can drive so fast on a road like that. At almost 8pm, we arrived there and searched a place to stay. All the budget hotels were full. We had no choice left, so we stayed at a hotel called Irish Hotel, with a family room. There were 2 single beds, and 1 queen bed. Enough for the 4 of us. It was quite a big room but the toilet looked like it has been used with someones pee around that bowl. Yuck man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we put our things at the hotel, we had our dinner. The owner of the place was handsome. Hehe. Sempat bermain mata sekejap. Da full, then went back to hotel and drank Kopiko instant coffee. So good... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we went to the Rose Valley and Strawberry Land to take some pictures. Then head to the tea farm before goin back home. It was an exhausting day but fun with just the girls. Kakmer had a flu there. And i got it after we were home. 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I cried a little, d tears of happiness.. and some of it, tears of sadness.. d thought that reminds me of how easy he left me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TDGPALV_yBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oofEz9svsvQ/s1600/P1013527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TDGPALV_yBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/oofEz9svsvQ/s200/P1013527.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TDGPbrw-UzI/AAAAAAAAADg/K95AHUvuZYo/s1600/P1013587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TDGPbrw-UzI/AAAAAAAAADg/K95AHUvuZYo/s200/P1013587.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they became husband and wife with just a lafaz.. so happy for them, could see how much they lov each other even tho they dont say it evrday.. and qiey was so lovely that day.. after the akad, we ate lamb wit bread.. so good uhm uhm yummy.. i eat a lot these days.. coz b4 i went there, i already ate, then i ate again.. and again.. my tummy seems so hungry.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, just came back from qieys reception at UPM.. went there with Sae and Kinot, 3 bujang lapoks.. huhu we all agreed to wear brown clothes just like qiey's wedding color theme. D gang was all there including Rozie and family.. except, dilot who was from Penang.. finally got to see baby Irdina.. comel like her momy.. met most of my oldest friends there, from sek rendah til menengah.. it was so much fun.. after taking some pictures, we went back home.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my friend, qiey, u deserve to be happy.. ur such a nice friend for the whole year ive been friends to u.. may apis, ur hubby take good care of u.. a good person is meant for someone good also.. thats jodoh.. and u and apis were meant to be for each other for the rest of ur lives.. make a lot of babies..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-7998327076923633430?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/7998327076923633430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-8550793519001838342</id><published>2010-06-17T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:05:02.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fauna'/><title type='text'>lompat si katak lompat!</title><content type='html'>ranidaphobia  - fear of frogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBm0J0xx4SI/AAAAAAAAACw/9xnscz8NH5M/s1600/frogy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBm0J0xx4SI/AAAAAAAAACw/9xnscz8NH5M/s200/frogy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; im afraid of them NOT bcoz of their yucky skin.. but mama used to tell me when i was little, "once they bite u, they will never let it go til u hear the sound of thunder, it hurts when they bite"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and til to dis day, i dunno whether that is true or not.. i dunno whether they have teeth or not.. true or false, i will run when i see them.. that goes for d doggies also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this below pic, taken from my home's doorstep@KB.. i took d pic about a meter far.. i was going to take pics of d cute lil kitties, but mr. frog, d kitties bodyguard got angry at me.. look how garang his face was, muka pn mcm hulubalang, cuba letak pedang kt sblh.. budget takot laa.. tapi memaaang, ngerrr.. laaaaaaaaaariii~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBm11qcsMVI/AAAAAAAAADI/XEx4GW_-4U8/s1600/112_0308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBm11qcsMVI/AAAAAAAAADI/XEx4GW_-4U8/s200/112_0308.JPG" width="200" 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuti-cuti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecita'/><title type='text'>spiderman</title><content type='html'>last sunday, 13th June 2010.. we did our 3rd mission.. it was a success also! 2/3 missions completed last weekend.. hahah reminds me of playing GTA, grand theft auto where u have to complete all the missions given.. ok, so the 3rd mission was wall climbing!! this will not happen without aji's help.. thanks bro! kamu lah sifu kami.. hihi i have tried to climb before at Camp 5, OU last year.. without the ropes, and without help.. it suck.. but this time, aji yang baik hati ade.. he's the one who gave us guidance, and hold the rope tightly so we couldnt fall.. we arrived at Putrajaya by 4pm, and rented shoes (rm7), harness (rm5), and belay (rm4).. so cheap la here.. &lt;a href="http://www.putraclimb.com/2008/11/putrajaya-challenge-park/"&gt;http://www.putraclimb.com/2008/11/putrajaya-challenge-park/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcWZ0AQ0aI/AAAAAAAAACA/59axSJCg-fE/s1600/112_0234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcWZ0AQ0aI/AAAAAAAAACA/59axSJCg-fE/s200/112_0234.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcW-392rpI/AAAAAAAAACY/xZCvARqvy7k/s1600/112_0261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcW-392rpI/AAAAAAAAACY/xZCvARqvy7k/s200/112_0261.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcWjOC1goI/AAAAAAAAACI/oxqK4-tPIQI/s1600/112_0237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcWjOC1goI/AAAAAAAAACI/oxqK4-tPIQI/s200/112_0237.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcXHvU1KgI/AAAAAAAAACg/UvvVadl76u0/s1600/112_0275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcXHvU1KgI/AAAAAAAAACg/UvvVadl76u0/s200/112_0275.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcXPm4Y_nI/AAAAAAAAACo/MDqAtD637_M/s1600/112_0267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcXPm4Y_nI/AAAAAAAAACo/MDqAtD637_M/s200/112_0267.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, ziey was afraid to climb "tanakkkkk ko la dlu, aku takoott".. so i tried the small wall first, then the big wall.. i didnt manage to reach even half of the wall.. hahah it was so hard, and my hands were shaking.. sangat lenguh ok.. felt so stupid, n i just ignored evryone around.. biarpon byk je mamat2 ensem.. hahah then it was ziey's turn.. dgn lajunya, she almost reached the top.. tak padan dgn takot tadi.. but another quarter to top, she got tired.. after her 2 more tries, i climb for my 4th attempt.. heheh this time, i manage to reach the same level as ziey.. just a quarter to go.. dis time, my hands felt so heavy, sgt2 lenguh, i just couldnt reach out my hands to another rock.. i couldnt grip because my hands were sweating and my nails were long and got scratched.. so next time, better cut d nails short first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our turns, it was aji's turn.. yg semmgnye da profesional.. fuh just a few minutes, he reached the top.. then he tried another harder rock.. me and ziey were so tired and waiting hungryly.. we havent had our lunch for that day.. almost 7pm, me, zie, aji and apis had drinks and d best roti john at Putrajaya.. that was the most tiring day.. but so fun to do! and til to dis day, my hands and legs are aching and so much pain.. even ziey pon had a hard time opening the bottle.. huhuhu.. thanks to sifu aji, and his friend apis for spending the time with us.. :D next time kite gi lagi yerr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-6386038501677585156?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/6386038501677585156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/spiderman.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/6386038501677585156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/6386038501677585156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/spiderman.html' title='spiderman'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcWZ0AQ0aI/AAAAAAAAACA/59axSJCg-fE/s72-c/112_0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-5955935392660983518</id><published>2010-06-15T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:12:23.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuti-cuti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>missions to accomplish</title><content type='html'>as soon as after my breakup, my mind was full of plans.. going here and there, doing wat ive been longing to do.. things that i cant do while with him.. and now, i felt ive become a free single woman! i can go out with anyone else, i can do anything i want, without thinking bout him, without tryin to avoid hurting his feelings.. but in the end, when u try hard not to, its just useless.. end up, im d one whos hurt.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok cut the crap.. so, on 12th June 2010, my 1st mission failed coz d place was already closed. we arrived like 5 minutes late.. agak geram la kan, but we'll go there next week.. ziey was already babbling.. hahah ziey, 'the queen of saying stupidos'.. we didnt know where to go so we went back home and tried for our 2nd mission that night, eating!.. hihi at first, i was so tired to go, and afraid also.. coz ziey told me the road to go there was a bit scary.. but in the end, well wat the heck goin just d 2 of us? im brave to do anything now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey began after maghrib, i drove there and yeap the road was so dark, without any street lights, like the road to ulu yam with jungles around.. but there were plenty of cars in front and behind so i wasnt so scare enough.. finally we arrived at the top, it was raining lightly and we had to park below.. ziey, babbling again.. "tu la ko tanak dtg petang ckit, parking kt atas da pnuh.. kan da kena naik tangga tinggi tuu, hujan plak tuu! bodoh".. hahaha sbar je la kn.. we took the tiring stairs, like sg Gabai punye tangga.. fuuh, half way, semput skjp.. up there, the view - woww.. so amazing! got to see the whole KL, KLCC view.. i was smiling all the way, so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcOys2PgHI/AAAAAAAAABw/mi9SZE-RaBw/s1600/112_0203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcOys2PgHI/AAAAAAAAABw/mi9SZE-RaBw/s320/112_0203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcPAWK4QnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ySnFBLoQxxY/s1600/112_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcPAWK4QnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ySnFBLoQxxY/s200/112_0185.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcDsMsCjHI/AAAAAAAAABY/bPrXnv6UQpY/s1600/112_0221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcDsMsCjHI/AAAAAAAAABY/bPrXnv6UQpY/s200/112_0221.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcGbkjPVKI/AAAAAAAAABo/HyR1NRxx0_M/s1600/112_0224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcGbkjPVKI/AAAAAAAAABo/HyR1NRxx0_M/s200/112_0224.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to sit at the highest level but the seats were full, next time we should reserve first.. i had lamb chop, and ziey had chicken chop.. the prices were not so expensive.. ok2 laa.. lamb chop - rm13.90, and teh tarik - rm3.90.. the food pon ok2 laa, but dont order teh tarik.. not so good, i cudnt taste the tea itself.. we had our romantic lesbian moments.. hahhaa then again, ziey thinkin bout his ex again.. this time, i got mad at her.. "tlg lah z, kite datang nk enjoy, stop talkin bout the guys anymore, theyre just selfish men!" dat time, i cudnt think one memory bout him.. its jst that, ive already asked him to go there before but he didnt want to.. while we were eating, the lights went out.. sumone celebrating his gf's brthday there, they all started to sing.. then the guy said 'happy bday, lov u baby'.. whoaa so romantic.. while me and ziey sitting there, hearing each other problems and picking up the shattered pieces to move on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-5955935392660983518?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5955935392660983518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/missions-to-accomplish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5955935392660983518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5955935392660983518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/missions-to-accomplish.html' title='missions to accomplish'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/TBcOys2PgHI/AAAAAAAAABw/mi9SZE-RaBw/s72-c/112_0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-345451939849847781</id><published>2010-06-14T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:12:43.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>bye bye software engineer</title><content type='html'>m not feelin well today.. and suddenly i miss him.. &lt;br /&gt;my body is in pain from wall climbing yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;i havent think of him before, but i dunno y.. &lt;br /&gt;just now, memories came flashing back when i suddenly clicked on his pic.. &lt;br /&gt;huargh nyesal plak open my hardisk..&lt;br /&gt;today wud be my last day working here in Bukit Jelutong..&lt;br /&gt;im not so sad bout it and now impatiently waiting for the clock ticks 1pm..&lt;br /&gt;tonite ill be goin back to KB.. &lt;br /&gt;i hope dat mama wont ask me bout the breakup..&lt;br /&gt;then im goin to update my blog again and insert new pics..&lt;br /&gt;and tmrow... Portugal's match! hope theyll win..&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was so tiring.. full of activities..&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to update about it.. hehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-345451939849847781?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/345451939849847781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-bye-software-engineer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/345451939849847781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/345451939849847781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/bye-bye-software-engineer.html' title='bye bye software engineer'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-3349746165853509794</id><published>2010-06-09T17:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:13:24.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lov sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecita'/><title type='text'>confession of a broken heart</title><content type='html'>- I just cannot lov u like before &lt;br /&gt;- Ive done something bad to u&lt;br /&gt;- I will hurt you more&lt;br /&gt;- Its not u, its me&lt;br /&gt;- Trust me, this is better for both of us&lt;br /&gt;- I dont want u anymore, move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.. those words really hit me hard, ripping my heart out of chest.. i &lt;br /&gt;just could not believe it.. we hadnt have any big fights, screaming or &lt;br /&gt;cursing at each other.. NONE.. but i guess when the sun came up, the &lt;br /&gt;reality sets in.. dont expect dat when ur happy, the other one is.. its &lt;br /&gt;been a week now, and now i have the courage to tell my breakup story.. &lt;br /&gt;the miserable days ive been thru.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1 - Cry like a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he told me all, he didnt want me, how he suddenly, out of the &lt;br /&gt;blue, blindly rejected me, how words spilled out from his mouth without &lt;br /&gt;mercy and how he easily broke my heart just like that.. I just cried &lt;br /&gt;all the way, forgetting people around me.. i took MC and went back &lt;br /&gt;home, i just could not work anymore.. i asked him why over and over &lt;br /&gt;again.. wat did i do wrong.. but no clear and true explanations could &lt;br /&gt;be answered.. my heart felt so sore, i could just feel it.. racing like &lt;br /&gt;"crazy pig".. my hands were shaking pretty badly.. suddenly evrything &lt;br /&gt;went black.. i could not focus, crying and screaming like a &lt;br /&gt;psychopath.. theres no way i could hang on to myself, because this came &lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden, without warning, without any signs.. i was not &lt;br /&gt;prepared for it mentally.. that night, i could not sleep.. my mind was &lt;br /&gt;troubled with all the questions.. "how he could do this to me?", "is it &lt;br /&gt;because im small, im nt cute enuff?", "did i say sumthin wrong?", "y he &lt;br /&gt;suddenly changed?", "when he stopped lovin me?", "if he said he loved &lt;br /&gt;me just few days ago, y suddenly he hated me?"... Arghh! the questions &lt;br /&gt;kept repeating over and over again til to dis day.. my emotions are all &lt;br /&gt;mixed up, at first i was so into tears, and then i hated him, then i &lt;br /&gt;missed him, then i just wanted to kill him.. then i felt that i cannot &lt;br /&gt;let go of him, but i cant do anything bout it.. and continued to cry &lt;br /&gt;like sick baby.. that nite, i was texting him messages, every sentences &lt;br /&gt;that came across my mind.. for every hour, every minute.. mcm org gile, &lt;br /&gt;btul2 mcm org tak waras.. dat time i just cannot think rationally.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Pink panther.. tenet.. tenet... tenenneett..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, i became CSI agent, criminal mind agent, u-name-it agent.. &lt;br /&gt;and the investigation begun.. i wanted to know how she looked like.. i &lt;br /&gt;searched here and there.. i asked all d people related.. finally found &lt;br /&gt;it! shes tall, she looks sweet wit her juling air eyes.. but friends &lt;br /&gt;told me i was prettier.. haha biasela nak amik ati kwn tgh sedih.. and &lt;br /&gt;when i got to know more, jeng jeng jengg... it hurt my feelings more.. &lt;br /&gt;at lunch time, i didnt eat.. i remembered my last meal was on monday.. &lt;br /&gt;and this day, was on wednesday.. so its 48 hours la rite? hmm i just &lt;br /&gt;cannot eat.. i tried to sleep, cant either.. i missed him.. i tried to &lt;br /&gt;call since morning til afternoon, texting more and more, begging him to &lt;br /&gt;pick up the call or reply my message.. but it makes things worse, i got &lt;br /&gt;geram and sad, then i burst into tears in front of the PC.. i called my &lt;br /&gt;bestfriend, awin.. she got mad at me and told me to stop calling or &lt;br /&gt;investigating because it will make me hurt more.. the pain is so &lt;br /&gt;indescribable, felt left alone, unwanted and so desperate to have his &lt;br /&gt;lov back.. i continued to msg and call him til night, biaserla degil, &lt;br /&gt;thought i can challenge myself, how far i can sakit ati lagi.. but its &lt;br /&gt;not worth it.. i will only make myself stupid.. then, at night.. &lt;br /&gt;tadaaaa.. he picked up the phone! i didnt cry at all.. i felt so &lt;br /&gt;relieved til after we spoke, i stopped crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Mat Cool Kawanku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where this strength came from.. I guess from God and family &lt;br /&gt;who prayed for me.. I didnt even cry on this day.. maybe its because of &lt;br /&gt;the endless doa before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya Allah, jika die bkn jodohku, hapuskanlah cinta padanya. peliharalah &lt;br /&gt;aku daripada sakitnya perpisahan dan selamatkanlah aku daripada &lt;br /&gt;pedihnya kekecewaan. Engkau tenangkanlah hatiku dan ketemukanlah org yg &lt;br /&gt;lebih baik daripadanya, yg dpt membimbingku ke jalanMu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read the quran the night before, trying to cool me down.. but &lt;br /&gt;tears kept flowing down while reading.. It made me relax a little and i &lt;br /&gt;did the Istikarakh to make me think clearly and what choices shud i &lt;br /&gt;take.. I stopped calling and texting him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Reminder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like the same day as before but i got weak.. I read previous &lt;br /&gt;messages when we first start dating.. and i started to text him, i &lt;br /&gt;wanted to remind him that he used to love me before and wat he said &lt;br /&gt;before.. he told me not to be scared when i said i was afraid to hav a &lt;br /&gt;new relationship with him.. scared to being hurt again..if i let myself &lt;br /&gt;be happy for even one moment then suddenly the world's just going to &lt;br /&gt;come crashing down and i dont know if could survive that.. but it &lt;br /&gt;finally happened.. and now ive become this coward person again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Friends and family support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters started sending messages and comments.. One was by Kakja - &lt;br /&gt;"buat ape nk miserablekn diri sedangkan si ex doesnt feel anything?" &lt;br /&gt;maybe true.. when i think about wat he told me "u break, then ull &lt;br /&gt;meet sumone new.. its just easy.. awk pkir je bercinta ni senang, then &lt;br /&gt;senanglah jadinya" hmm whos the one is truely hurt right now? whos the &lt;br /&gt;one that really lovs u and got dumped? then i started to share my story with Mimi.. she told me to be strong and think bout wat he did.. how heartless men can be.. sume jantan sama je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - I wish i cud be Uma Thurman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt anger, hate and vengeance are takin over.. i dont miss him as much.. i started to forget him.. and started to have the images where i became Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, with her samurai.. I imagined i sliced him into two.. haiyaaaaarkk!! chopped his head, then badan putus dua.. fuuhh, puas ati.. that images kept showing in my head when i think bout him.. tapi takde la nk buat btol pon.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - Girlpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila da cool down, no more calls, no more texting to him.. so no more sakit ati lagi.. i shud have done this since the first night.. now it has been 5 days since i stopped texting and calling him.. let it be like this.. and now i can rationalize things.. i have accepted this breakup, and that he was not meant for me.. i cant get so angry at him because he treated me well for the last 8 months with him.. he was the best boyfrend i ever had.. but it just didnt turn out well.. i think he has a mental problem.. hihi.. but still im mad at him and im not ready to forgive him.. so now, im planning for roadtrips and vacations with my grlfrends.. cant wait to.. and i dont wat to involve in any relationships anymore.. yes, da serik.. seseriknye.. will not fall into men sweet words anymow.. let it be me on my own, with my grlfrends only.. thanks all for ur support.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this breakup made my mama and familys worried bout me.. Mama called me, 'jgn sedihla, takde jodoh wat camne.. byk2 la doa'.. hearing those made me cried.. shes worried that im getting old and im not married yet.. i hated when people asking me when im getting married.. this is one of the reason.. ur in love, u already usahakan.. tapi tuhan tanak bagi gak jodoh tu.. so wat can u do.. rather than askin me, better doa kt Allah jodoh sy ye.. i cannot do anything bout it.. so now im just going to live my life withot men.. ive had it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to him: i pray for ur happiness.. hope evrthings good for u.. even for a while, but u made me happy.. thank u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-3349746165853509794?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/3349746165853509794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/confession-of-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3349746165853509794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3349746165853509794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/confession-of-broken-heart.html' title='confession of a broken heart'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-2300868195477165323</id><published>2010-06-01T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:13:03.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lov sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>sakitnye</title><content type='html'>im sitting here now, in my office..&lt;br /&gt;in front of this pc, wit d screen dat looks blurry to me..&lt;br /&gt;only my fingers are moving, typing wats d brain telling me..&lt;br /&gt;tears falling down heavily, n im covering it with d shawl i bought frm dubai..&lt;br /&gt;it has been for 2 days i got migraine..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i culd go back now and cry all out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.. why.. why its happening? all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;why.. u said theres nothing i shud get worry about..&lt;br /&gt;but why im crying? why i still wake up in the middle of the night?&lt;br /&gt;n y is my heart felt like it has been shattered to pieces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong with u? what did i do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;y ur like this? y? &lt;br /&gt;i need to go back home now..&lt;br /&gt;thats all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-2300868195477165323?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/2300868195477165323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/sakitnye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/2300868195477165323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/2300868195477165323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/06/sakitnye.html' title='sakitnye'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-5023150714662661491</id><published>2010-05-27T10:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T04:13:41.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usrati'/><title type='text'>d good gene</title><content type='html'>have u ever wondered, where u came from?&lt;br /&gt;whos ur great,great grandpa or grandma?&lt;br /&gt;were they a good or bad person?&lt;br /&gt;as for me, &lt;br /&gt;im really grateful to have the genetic of a great and religious family..&lt;br /&gt;but as i shud have taken this opportunity to be a better person, &lt;br /&gt;i got 'tersimpang' a bit..&lt;br /&gt;astaghfirullahalazim.. &lt;br /&gt;may Allah always shows me the guidance and right path..&lt;br /&gt;so here let me tell u the story of my great grandfather..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S_3RVqvRUsI/AAAAAAAAABA/_gvIYlBnltU/s1600/tok+ayah.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S_3RVqvRUsI/AAAAAAAAABA/_gvIYlBnltU/s320/tok+ayah.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haji Abdullah Tahir was one of the well-known religious leaders in Kelantan due to his vast knowledge in fiqah and also because he was the founder of Bunut Payong cottage.He was in the same team as Haji Ali Pulau Pisang, Haji Yaakub Lorong Gajah Mati, Haji saad Kangkong and Haji Ahmad Batu Tiga repek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was taught by Tok Kenali for 15 years before pursuing his further studies in Mecca.There, he attended lectures by Tuan Mukhtar Bogor, Syeikh Said al-Yamani, Syeikh Mohd. Ali al-Maliki and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon his return to Kelantan, he was requested to join the teaching staff of Halaqat Kitab at Muhammadi Mosque in Kota Bharu but not for long. In 1931, he established his own education centre known as Madrasah Ahmadiah in Bunut Payong, Tuan Guru Haji Nik Abdullah Tahir devoted his time to the religious teaching at Bunut Payong cottage until the end of his life. He was known as a religious leader who was self-disciplined and diligent in teaching.Due to his determination, Bunut Payong cottage succeeded in producing learned individuals like Hj. Husain Rahimi, Hj. Nik Man Sungai Budor, Hj. Abdul Aziz Pasir Tumboh and many others. He was also appointed as the head of MAIK Religious Congregation for several terms of service, since the beginning of 1932.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelantan lost another great and knowledgeable religious leader with his passing at 7.20 a.m. on Tuesday morning, August 15, 1961.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source taken from: &lt;a href="http://www.kelantan.edu.my/tokoh.htm"&gt;http://www.kelantan.edu.my/tokoh.htm&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abdullah_Tahir_bin_Haji_Ahmad"&gt;http://ms.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abdullah_Tahir_bin_Haji_Ahmad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of my great grandfather was told in Ulama Malaysia at Astro. &lt;br /&gt;I think in the month of Ramadhan, the tv show will appear again. &lt;br /&gt;My family said that his picture is shown in Kelantan Museum &lt;br /&gt;but ive never been there even though i can call myself as a Kelantanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how im related to my great grandfather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawwar (me)--&gt; Hazami (mom)--&gt; Zainab (grandma)--&gt; Abdullah Tahir (great grandpa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma used to tell me when the Japanese soldiers attack Kelantan, &lt;br /&gt;they didnt have the guts to enter a Tok Guru's house, &lt;br /&gt;made my grandma and her siblings safe from the soldier's rape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats y til to this day, &lt;br /&gt;im still safe from anything bad that ever happens to me, and my family.. &lt;br /&gt;With the doa of the eldest, especially my mom who always pray for me,&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah things will be better for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-5023150714662661491?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S_3RVqvRUsI/AAAAAAAAABA/_gvIYlBnltU/s72-c/tok+ayah.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-333694761313990970</id><published>2010-05-17T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:55:26.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never giv up!</title><content type='html'>finally, after all the endless doa..&lt;br /&gt;after the endless waiting for 4 years since i got my ccna/ccnp..&lt;br /&gt;i got a job as a network engineer! my dream job..&lt;br /&gt;alhamdulillah.. im so grateful to HIM.. &lt;br /&gt;can u imagine wat its like..&lt;br /&gt;doing the same boring job everyday.. &lt;br /&gt;and all this while, i can feel theres an empty space inside..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like that i cant succeed further..&lt;br /&gt;and it makes life so much depressing..&lt;br /&gt;but now, i feel relieved.. &lt;br /&gt;like theres one burden taken off frm my shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can take one step ahead..&lt;br /&gt;stabilizing my career and gain upper level..&lt;br /&gt;no need to change companies nymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if my salary is a bit lower from now, &lt;br /&gt;but doing what u like makes u care less than nything else..&lt;br /&gt;that wat makes me happy.. ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to thank God for making my prayers come true..&lt;br /&gt;my parents, for their doa and support..&lt;br /&gt;also qiey, my longest and kindest friend who helped to pass my resume..&lt;br /&gt;we played with each other when we were young, we went to the same school on the same van, and now we will work in the same team! ho yeahh..&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget, bakti, my bf who waited for me when i was interviewing till he falls asleep in the car.. and for his teguran that can be hurtful sumtimes, but just tryin to make me a better person.. &lt;br /&gt;lov u all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat i learn from this whole career experience is..&lt;br /&gt;do not ever give up pursuing your dream..&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, need lots of doa and patience..&lt;br /&gt;who else can give u rezeki if its not HIM?&lt;br /&gt;its just a matter of time, dream will become reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so this is wat i called pursuit of happyness! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-333694761313990970?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/333694761313990970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-giv-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/333694761313990970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/333694761313990970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-giv-up.html' title='never giv up!'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-1890700799535443863</id><published>2010-05-13T15:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:21:54.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>credit card</title><content type='html'>surprise.. surprise..&lt;br /&gt;checked my crdit card transactions few days ago..&lt;br /&gt;and found extra 50 bucks for service tax..&lt;br /&gt;thought it was for overdue, but i never paid later than that..&lt;br /&gt;i called to ask..&lt;br /&gt;they said that its for the government tax..&lt;br /&gt;rm50 per customer for a year!&lt;br /&gt;and more tax? what else that needs to be taxed in this country?&lt;br /&gt;rm50 is a lot for standard ppls.. &lt;br /&gt;i cud fill my car wit oil for one whole week..&lt;br /&gt;and wat makes me a bit mad is from this below news;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Banks are likely to absorb the RM50 service tax on credit cards, considering that they already provide cardholders with rebates worth more than this."&lt;br /&gt;-source taken from &lt;a href="http://biz.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/10/27/business/4981459&amp;sec=business"&gt;the star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just the bank's reason to give rebates.. im using petronas crdt card for a year now, n till now i havent got any rebates.. so wats the 'worth more than this means? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rm50 for NOTHIN..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-2893456795767865067</id><published>2010-05-11T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:37:01.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lone ranger</title><content type='html'>yesterday, it was raining heavily when i stepped out of d office..&lt;br /&gt;then this colleague, wanted to share my umbrella.. &lt;br /&gt;so we walk together, and she was holding it..&lt;br /&gt;i got wet too because it didnt cover me wholly..&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mind because i like being wet, then ill get sick..&lt;br /&gt;if sick, i can take MC, then ill get my bf's affection.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;but im working today, so im healthy as i can be..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. skip bout that..&lt;br /&gt;now, dis colleague, i dont kno wats her name.. i jst call her 'akak'..&lt;br /&gt;and d conversation begun..&lt;br /&gt;akak: 'u ni lone ranger la'.. &lt;br /&gt;me: 'huh? y.. sbb sorang2 ker?'.. &lt;br /&gt;akak: 'yerlaa.. jalan sorang2.. pegi mane sorang2'&lt;br /&gt;me: 'haha.. bahagia idup kot'&lt;br /&gt;the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well truth is, i dont mind being alone.. at certain circumstances..&lt;br /&gt;actually not evrything alone, i alwayz eat with dis chinese guy..&lt;br /&gt;but maybe coz i dont join the malay grls.. &lt;br /&gt;doesnt mean dat im avoiding them, i also join their activities, netball, gym..&lt;br /&gt;my style.. avoid the girls first.. gossip girls.. xoxo.. haha&lt;br /&gt;jealousy is all around.. dats y its good to b friends wit boys..&lt;br /&gt;ok, so ill just be silent first for sumone i dont know.. &lt;br /&gt;then ill observe wat kind of attitude they got.. &lt;br /&gt;at this state, ppl will say dat im arrogant.. haha &lt;br /&gt;but later, yeaahh.. when u get to know me.. crazy as i can be..&lt;br /&gt;my secret, i have a superhero power.. &lt;br /&gt;sumtimes ill know wat kind of attitude they got by looking at their face..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. sumtimes im right, sumtimes im wrong..&lt;br /&gt;u shud try it.. first look at their mouth.. heeeeee &lt;br /&gt;u can see if ones the loud type or not..&lt;br /&gt;then, look at their face expression..&lt;br /&gt;u can make a conclusion just by that..&lt;br /&gt;so dats it, happy reading one's face! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone.”&lt;br /&gt;~Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-2893456795767865067?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/2893456795767865067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>bo lembu.. eesh eesh</title><content type='html'>bila baca blog ni berulang kali, spt nta pape plak kan..&lt;br /&gt;org klantan pgl, jiwo molek.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;daus la ni, tanak baca sbb geli.. &lt;br /&gt;dah laa mencemarkan chat box dgn menyamar sbg aku..&lt;br /&gt;tapi takpe, mari meriahkan bersama.&lt;br /&gt;mimi pon ckp aku JK - jiwa kacau.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;infact almost evryone ckp mcm tu.. &lt;br /&gt;but the truth is, korg akan sunyi tanpa gelak tawa aku kan..&lt;br /&gt;haa, sape je gelak spesel mcm aku ni? krohh.. krohh..&lt;br /&gt;sandra bullock je bleh buat.. i tell u..&lt;br /&gt;ok time to go back..&lt;br /&gt;sok hari baru, blog baru lagi.. kalau ade masa.. yooosshhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-656484131494891467?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-3091729209387537832</id><published>2010-05-10T12:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:56:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revived!!</title><content type='html'>huhuh..&lt;br /&gt;finally, ive activated this blog again!..&lt;br /&gt;i started using it since 2004.. and stopped all d activities at 2006..&lt;br /&gt;jst now got problems signing in, coz i cant remember d username n password!&lt;br /&gt;n another problem is the email i used for this blog is my old email..&lt;br /&gt;owhhh how much i lovd my old email - urstink@yahoo.com..&lt;br /&gt;it got hacked at 2006.. and dat was my oldest email since 1997!&lt;br /&gt;i will not HALALkn whoever is using it..&lt;br /&gt;and still i cant login into myspace coz using dat email also..&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot d password also! hahhaa silly me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wats wrong wit my head now.. &lt;br /&gt;usually, i can remember phone numbers or birthdays easily..&lt;br /&gt;i also cant remember my bf's handphone either! &lt;br /&gt;but after i only force myself to remember, then only i can remember it now..&lt;br /&gt;haiyaa, now i hafta eat kismis evryday.. &lt;br /&gt;as wat my ex asked me to do.. &lt;br /&gt;he can remember things easily, and smart oso.. dats y im followng his advice..&lt;br /&gt;ok.. stop praising d devil now.. whoops!&lt;br /&gt;to increase ur memory, as soon as u wakeup, &lt;br /&gt;eat 7 kismis with a glass of air suam, and selawat 7 kali.. amalkn stiap pagi..&lt;br /&gt;insyaAllah u will not be nyanyuk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the updates..&lt;br /&gt;last 2 weeks, my car was hit frm behind at d bukit jelutong toll..&lt;br /&gt;just a small one.. and need some paint job..&lt;br /&gt;i havent fix it yet..&lt;br /&gt;but still, ill get afraid when driving, especially when it involves car braking..&lt;br /&gt;berdebar2 jantungkuuuuu... ohh..&lt;br /&gt;ill look at d front mirror and see if the car behind me 'sempat' brake or not..&lt;br /&gt;if not, duuuuuuumm again! huu mintak jauuuhh lagiii..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for d love life..&lt;br /&gt;hmmm quite a bit of problems here n there..&lt;br /&gt;lov sucks.. in d beginning, yeaahh evrything is so wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;u jump i jump la rite...&lt;br /&gt;hmm, then 6 months later, dats when u get to know d REAL person ur with..&lt;br /&gt;fuuuuuuuuuuuhh! its makin me craaaazzzzzzyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;i can tell u dat its for sure..&lt;br /&gt;i just hope things will go smooth between us...&lt;br /&gt;and plz mouth.. when im angry, just shutup coz ur gonna worsen evrything!&lt;br /&gt;but after the good and bad things happen, and what were goin thru til now,&lt;br /&gt;i still looov him.. &lt;br /&gt;i guess im stupid sumtimes when it comes to lov.. evrtyime lah u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, job!&lt;br /&gt;las week, i got an interviw wit a scret company.. it went ok i guess..&lt;br /&gt;so the result shud be las friday, but now its monday!! monday bluessss..&lt;br /&gt;hmm y issit called monday blues, not monday yellowish or smthing?&lt;br /&gt;im hoping to get dat job, coz ive been waiting for 4 years to be a network engineer!&lt;br /&gt;dat wat will me happy for d rest of my life, besides getting married n hav my own child! &lt;br /&gt;but guess.. im stuck forever wit dis boring job again..&lt;br /&gt;and wit boring ppls around.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so conclusion of this entry is..&lt;br /&gt;me will never giv upppp..&lt;br /&gt;me will try hard!!&lt;br /&gt;me will COMPLAIN a lot but me will move ahead!!&lt;br /&gt;(or else, i think i shud be dead by now..suicide? noo..)&lt;br /&gt;me lov wat me got!!&lt;br /&gt;me lov me! me cry, me hapy, me am me! &lt;br /&gt;me lov God! really do.. HE gave a lot to me!&lt;br /&gt;me can do it! hoo yeaaahh.. &lt;br /&gt;me strong.. come on bebehh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tq i lov u for reading my blog.. huhuh hahaha&lt;br /&gt;rasa mcm org psycho lak sumtimes.. noooooooott!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: wheres my lovie dis mrning? no goodmrning email frm him.. syg ooo syg..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-3091729209387537832?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/3091729209387537832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/05/revived.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3091729209387537832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;how words can change evrything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick.. havin a bad fever..&lt;br /&gt;im stuck in dis house..&lt;br /&gt;and feeling miserable..&lt;br /&gt;and feeling more miserable because of those words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u try hard.. so hard..&lt;br /&gt;to be more patient..&lt;br /&gt;to be more understanding..&lt;br /&gt;even frnds told me ive changed..&lt;br /&gt;that ive become more optimistic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat can u do..&lt;br /&gt;if u still cant give enough happiness to sumone..&lt;br /&gt;eventhough theres no fighting..&lt;br /&gt;eventhough theres no swearing..&lt;br /&gt;eventhough theres no cheating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so eventually, blame it on the physical..&lt;br /&gt;i know im small..&lt;br /&gt;i know im not sexy enuff..&lt;br /&gt;i know im not so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;i know i have double chin..&lt;br /&gt;and im stink too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me y, i shud not feel insecure..&lt;br /&gt;tell me y, i shud not feel paranoid..&lt;br /&gt;u have changed day by day..&lt;br /&gt;u told me things that i dont expect to hear from u..&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes, i just feel like dat i want to end this..&lt;br /&gt;so that i dont have to think wats on ur mind..&lt;br /&gt;and i dont have to repeat the miserable days&lt;br /&gt;ive gone through..&lt;br /&gt;d days where i got dumped..&lt;br /&gt;its hard.. and its tough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istiharakh will save me..&lt;br /&gt;I pray to God everyday if ur not meant for me..&lt;br /&gt;please shut my heart off and let the memories fade away..&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to let u go..&lt;br /&gt;because i lov u so..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-5699752732359700144?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5699752732359700144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/02/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5699752732359700144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5699752732359700144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/02/words.html' title='words..'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-4891996711056811726</id><published>2010-01-14T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:45:32.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired of trying</title><content type='html'>tired.&lt;br /&gt;tired to be sumone.&lt;br /&gt;tired to be me.&lt;br /&gt;tired of trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i cud fly.&lt;br /&gt;up up away.&lt;br /&gt;goin forward.&lt;br /&gt;without hesitations.&lt;br /&gt;without problems.&lt;br /&gt;all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is life.&lt;br /&gt;d circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;to b a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;to be a mom.&lt;br /&gt;to be a grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;future is uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;so many questions inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;i culd just pray.&lt;br /&gt;to God, to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;for a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there r so many choices in life.&lt;br /&gt;but i chose to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;i could not resist the satan’s whisper.&lt;br /&gt;im so weak.&lt;br /&gt;dats wat i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes i cry.&lt;br /&gt;wondering y.&lt;br /&gt;if i cud just die.&lt;br /&gt;n forget all d question of why.&lt;br /&gt;why im stupid.&lt;br /&gt;but life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;its not easy.&lt;br /&gt;to get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared.&lt;br /&gt;scared of being hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;scared of being left alone forever.&lt;br /&gt;scared of getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i doa.&lt;br /&gt;but i think its not enuff. i dont pray 5 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot. to love HIM.&lt;br /&gt;but im still grateful for everthing HE has given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remembered wat a frend told,&lt;br /&gt;‘manusia akan sentiasa di uji oleh-Nya walau yg buruk atau yg baik.&lt;br /&gt;untung if Tuhan uji dengan musibah, coz kita akan balik kepadaNya.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau Tuhan uji dengan kekayaan, most of manusia apla. nauzubillah’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabi s.a.w bersabda: “Tidak ada sesuatu yang menimpa seseorang Islam sama ada kepenatan, kesakitan,&lt;br /&gt;kesusahan memikirkan perkara yang akan datang, kedukaan, sesuatu yang menyakiti, atau kesusahan mengingatkan&lt;br /&gt;apa yang telah berlaku - sehinggakan tikaman duri yang mencucuknya - melainkan Allah hapuskan dengan sebabnya,&lt;br /&gt;sebahagian dari dosa-dosanya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i must be strong.&lt;br /&gt;but if i cry.&lt;br /&gt;Nur Bakti, please be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;and understand that this is my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;im just a human still tryin to be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-4891996711056811726?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-5199642447737723143</id><published>2009-12-29T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:03:31.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huwarghhh.. yum2..</title><content type='html'>“can’t sleep, clown will eat me…” - bart simpsons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy oh sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy i wish i cud sleep..&lt;br /&gt;so sleepy dat d table looks so yummy..&lt;br /&gt;sleeping zzzz sleeping zzz..&lt;br /&gt;wat am i babbling?&lt;br /&gt;cant do my work..&lt;br /&gt;no productivity..&lt;br /&gt;sleepy oh sleepy..&lt;br /&gt;y ur makin me a dummy?&lt;br /&gt;slap me slap me!&lt;br /&gt;ouch it hurts, stupid me..&lt;br /&gt;waky waky u sleepyhead!!&lt;br /&gt;oh my, im havin puffy eyebags..&lt;br /&gt;well who cares?&lt;br /&gt;i just want my 8 hrs beauty sleep!!&lt;br /&gt;d beauty inside n out…&lt;br /&gt;wooohooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to sleep, I want dreams to pull me from this world and make me forget. To stop the memories from swirling around me.To put an end to this ache that consumes me.”&lt;br /&gt;-Carrie Ryan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by nawwar 29dec2009,12:04pm..&lt;br /&gt;tersengguk2 while waiting 4 lunch time, not to eat but to sleep!nyum2..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-5199642447737723143?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5199642447737723143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2009/12/huwarghhh-yum2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5199642447737723143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5199642447737723143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2009/12/huwarghhh-yum2.html' title='huwarghhh.. yum2..'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-2025043943474521245</id><published>2009-11-02T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:01:16.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saya sangat bersykur ada kamu!</title><content type='html'>to whom i adore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was about to fall down,&lt;br /&gt;u came into my life..&lt;br /&gt;even for a while,&lt;br /&gt;u gave me so much happiness..&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;when will dis end?&lt;br /&gt;will it b just for a while?&lt;br /&gt;will it b for d rest of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;i hope we cud b together forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just so much pain..&lt;br /&gt;to care for sumone who doesnt appreciate it..&lt;br /&gt;but u..&lt;br /&gt;u gave me hope..&lt;br /&gt;to luv n to be luv again..&lt;br /&gt;to forget d sad things..&lt;br /&gt;and remember d wonderful moments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for this period of time while ur with me..&lt;br /&gt;d way ur eyes looking at me..&lt;br /&gt;n ur prfct smile..&lt;br /&gt;ur ears listening to me talk..&lt;br /&gt;just eases my life to b wit u..&lt;br /&gt;i thank u.. for being there by my side..&lt;br /&gt;i pray to God dat i will not lose u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya sgt bersyukur ade kamu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-2025043943474521245?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-7091210657152130199</id><published>2009-09-01T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:59:53.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>this journey..&lt;br /&gt;to be no one to sumone..&lt;br /&gt;ouch.. sakit kot..&lt;br /&gt;almost 5 months have passed by..&lt;br /&gt;til now im waiting..&lt;br /&gt;waiting to be together again like we used to..&lt;br /&gt;waiting u to change as good as u used to..&lt;br /&gt;waiting for sumthin that i cant probably have..&lt;br /&gt;ur love again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since then, i felt so lost..&lt;br /&gt;no one i can cling to.. only God..&lt;br /&gt;i prayed every day, but still i cant control myself..&lt;br /&gt;what he did, i followed..&lt;br /&gt;its like ive lose my mind..&lt;br /&gt;ive forgotten evrything.. who ive become and who im becoming..&lt;br /&gt;all i care is that my heart has shattered into pieces..&lt;br /&gt;and revenge is so sweet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep prayin so dat one day..&lt;br /&gt;i can forget him and his friends and family..&lt;br /&gt;so God will jodohkan me with sumone who can guide me..&lt;br /&gt;to be a true muslim, n not only by admitting it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so til when i should be a hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.. im so weak..&lt;br /&gt;wat goes into my right ear, goes out thru my left ear..&lt;br /&gt;im stubborn, im indecisive, im stupid, im paranoid..&lt;br /&gt;if i could just forget evrything..&lt;br /&gt;if i could just run away from here..&lt;br /&gt;if i could just be good again..&lt;br /&gt;will it be til sept ends? oct ends? or d end of d end?&lt;br /&gt;-d end for now-&lt;br /&gt;(coz i might say stupid stuffs and merapu byk lg if i continue…&lt;br /&gt;u want to say dat im poyo, BOLOQ, ntapape?&lt;br /&gt;ske atiku diriku.. c urself in d mirror first..&lt;br /&gt;dats all i got to say..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-7091210657152130199?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/7091210657152130199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/7091210657152130199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/7091210657152130199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-2057410226108045347</id><published>2009-07-11T11:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:56:02.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movin on..</title><content type='html'>I lepak at Hartamas wit mimi las nite.. and i got this sore throat for few days now..&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so bad, and i felt i was getting sick..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly tears fallin down,how i miss him badly..&lt;br /&gt;i wish he was there to buy me sum strepsils or just being by my side.. it made me so sad..&lt;br /&gt;then got back home and watched the movie - hes just not that into you..&lt;br /&gt;and learnt sumthin from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-quotes taken from the movie-&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs.&lt;br /&gt;how to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the happy ending is just moving on.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe the happy ending is this:&lt;br /&gt;knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment…&lt;br /&gt;you never gave up hope. (hope to simply wake up one day, smile at the reflection of yourself in the mirror and not wondering if you’re worth-loving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when things don’t quite work out for you two, you will be traumatized by the whole experience. It leaves you a big scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, giving something (along with your heart) to someone only to witness it be shattered into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose Kennedy once said “It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-2057410226108045347?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/2057410226108045347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2009/07/movin-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/2057410226108045347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/2057410226108045347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2009/07/movin-on.html' title='movin on..'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-8830651860961844816</id><published>2009-07-08T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:52:29.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hugs</title><content type='html'>need a hug..&lt;br /&gt;to comfort me..&lt;br /&gt;need a hug..&lt;br /&gt;to heal d heartbroken inside..&lt;br /&gt;need a hug..&lt;br /&gt;so dat i cn be alive again..&lt;br /&gt;so dat i cn breathe again..&lt;br /&gt;so dat i cn be hapy again..&lt;br /&gt;after all d endless pain ive been thru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard to let go..&lt;br /&gt;for all the 10 years relationship we had..&lt;br /&gt;i thank u for the tears of joy..&lt;br /&gt;and the tears of sadness when i was wit u..&lt;br /&gt;its just so easy for u to forget..&lt;br /&gt;when u had ur moments with them..&lt;br /&gt;its just so easy for u to forget..&lt;br /&gt;when u had it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u caused me pain, too hard for me to heal..&lt;br /&gt;u bring me misery, too hard for me to handle the difficult situation..&lt;br /&gt;im no one now..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wat ive become now..&lt;br /&gt;im clueless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heal me again..&lt;br /&gt;take me to the right direction..&lt;br /&gt;take me where ive started before..&lt;br /&gt;im dying..&lt;br /&gt;my soul is dying..&lt;br /&gt;it hurts so bad..&lt;br /&gt;now im at d lowest point in my life..&lt;br /&gt;how could you be so heartless??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save me… hug me… dats all im asking for..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-8830651860961844816?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8830651860961844816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2009/07/hugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/8830651860961844816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/8830651860961844816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2009/07/hugs.html' title='hugs'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-2616285200474456212</id><published>2009-01-01T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:25:15.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is too short for a stupid war!</title><content type='html'>2009..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dis year, stayed at home..&lt;br /&gt;wondering and sleeping as d clock ticks 12am..&lt;br /&gt;heard d fireworks..&lt;br /&gt;but just ignored it..&lt;br /&gt;y wanna clbrate?&lt;br /&gt;its sad to see other country being attacked..&lt;br /&gt;where is d humanitarianism?&lt;br /&gt;seeing a child being killed, brought tears to my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;y wanna kill innocent people lives?&lt;br /&gt;its been years they suffer..&lt;br /&gt;just STOP!! STOP ALL D WAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;makes me grateful to live in this country..&lt;br /&gt;but d other day..&lt;br /&gt;i saw this old man was picking used bottles at d parking lot..&lt;br /&gt;finding recycle things that can be sold..&lt;br /&gt;its so sad to see there r still many poor ppl out there..&lt;br /&gt;as long they find rezeki yg halal, God will alwiz be by their side..&lt;br /&gt;there r sooo rich ppl spending their money on wasteful things..&lt;br /&gt;like how paris hilton spent her money $400 a minit buying clothes&lt;br /&gt;just for her new year clbration..&lt;br /&gt;so for this year, i just hope that the world we’re livin in would be a better place,&lt;br /&gt;just as michael jackson’s song..&lt;br /&gt;im hapy to know now he has became a muslim if its true..&lt;br /&gt;another reason i dunt wanna clbrate is..&lt;br /&gt;part of me, im not hapy.. i dunt know wat i really want..&lt;br /&gt;but if i knew wat i want, things will get blurred in d end..&lt;br /&gt;im just hapy to know dat my family and friends are alwiz by my side when i need them..&lt;br /&gt;i would like to apologize for my mistakes i did as for d whole year of 2008..&lt;br /&gt;i know ive hurt lots of feelings..&lt;br /&gt;for 2009, i hope i could get married.. my goal as my age would b 26…&lt;br /&gt;finding the person who really luvs u is really hard..&lt;br /&gt;well its not hard, but sometimes, we cant see it..&lt;br /&gt;we let go of it without tryin to know more of them..&lt;br /&gt;not giving a chance to understand them as well..just looking at d outside, not inside..&lt;br /&gt;but thats just me.. hurting myself more and more to be wit sumone i luv..&lt;br /&gt;im hoping dat guy would take care me more as when i first knew him and how he approached me..&lt;br /&gt;and how he treated me for d first few months of us being together..&lt;br /&gt;i hope d spark will not end… d luv would be just right there… not goin anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;huh.. enuff of all d 2008 craps..lots of hopings and ‘angan-angan’..&lt;br /&gt;open a new book, and rechapter evrthing..&lt;br /&gt;hope i could be a better muslim.. a better daughter-sister-friend-employee, just a better person..&lt;br /&gt;peace to all… ! jiayou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-2616285200474456212?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/2616285200474456212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-too-short-for-stupid-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/2616285200474456212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/2616285200474456212'/><link rel='alternate' 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my frnd, mimi..&lt;br /&gt;whenever i expressed to her bout my problems with my bf,&lt;br /&gt;she’ll said.. ko jgn nk paranoid, bleh tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;how not to become paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;dats the question..&lt;br /&gt;im not tryin to be..&lt;br /&gt;n i dunt want to be dat way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uve got the ups and down in a relationship..&lt;br /&gt;probably more down than up for me..&lt;br /&gt;its hard to begin, and its harder to end it..&lt;br /&gt;go with the flow..&lt;br /&gt;jodoh tak kemana..&lt;br /&gt;forgive and forget (wat jijie just said to me)..&lt;br /&gt;saying those words seems easy, but applyin it in daily lives..&lt;br /&gt;hmm i thnk its difficult..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings getting in d way, sumthins just bout to break..&lt;br /&gt;im not hapy in wat i do.. im not hapy who i chose to b wit..&lt;br /&gt;wat d hell is wrong wit me..&lt;br /&gt;i pray to God each n every day.. hoping d bst for me in future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick wit my life… i regret wat i did in past..&lt;br /&gt;but i just move on.. and on.. gather my spirit..&lt;br /&gt;and hoping wats in d past will not return in present..&lt;br /&gt;have u ever wonder y ur alive?&lt;br /&gt;y God gave u a soul with your body?&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt think like dat..&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i should just live my life better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been almost 25 years for me living in this world..&lt;br /&gt;but what have i done that makes me satisfied wit myself?&lt;br /&gt;urghhh..&lt;br /&gt;im being paranoid again..&lt;br /&gt;i alwiz felt so small, bcoz of my small body i guess..&lt;br /&gt;i alwiz felt stupid, eventhough im smart..&lt;br /&gt;i alwiz felt im ugly, bcoz of nt having dat ‘body power’..&lt;br /&gt;i alwiz felt left behind, bcoz of unsuccessful relationships i had..&lt;br /&gt;im not being me..&lt;br /&gt;i wish i cud be.. but i cannot find myself..&lt;br /&gt;im being hypocrite to be dat gewd person.. or to be dat bad person..&lt;br /&gt;watever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to think positive..&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes, i wonder if i could just runaway and leave all behind..&lt;br /&gt;be a new person..&lt;br /&gt;i should be hapy wit my life..&lt;br /&gt;but i guess im not dat happy now..&lt;br /&gt;evrtying wat evolves around us will come again and again..&lt;br /&gt;and only we ourselves who can say no or yes..&lt;br /&gt;to take it or leave it..&lt;br /&gt;to say it or just do it..&lt;br /&gt;huhhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life aint easy…&lt;br /&gt;but im still thankful to b a muslim..&lt;br /&gt;i remembered when its like when i forgot God for a while..&lt;br /&gt;life felt hopeless, evrthings just not rite..&lt;br /&gt;but now, i know where i could hang on to..&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to give my 100% attention to d one i luv,&lt;br /&gt;its not bcoz im ego.. well, just a little.. huhu&lt;br /&gt;its bcoz im afraid..&lt;br /&gt;afraid of losing.. afraid not to be the same person again..&lt;br /&gt;i shall be awaken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-7073834754416809047?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/7073834754416809047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2008/11/paranoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/7073834754416809047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/7073834754416809047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2008/11/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid!'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-2432278382743383175</id><published>2008-10-06T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:18:21.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wats left to say</title><content type='html'>its been for months since my last blog..&lt;br /&gt;dis is my first day working after raya..&lt;br /&gt;and im stting here thinking wat to say ere,&lt;br /&gt;even though got tons of works to do..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can call it ‘relax-earlier-but-tensed-last-minute’ kind of work..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. raya dis year was kinda different for me..&lt;br /&gt;bcoz i clbrated with d one i luv..&lt;br /&gt;samo2 ore klate..&lt;br /&gt;dats the best part when u have sumone with d same kampung as u r..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, actually my emotions are all mixed up rite now..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if this relationship is based on love, or its just fate?&lt;br /&gt;fate as like..&lt;br /&gt;u believe its fate, and u seem u dont care where this relationship will lead u too..&lt;br /&gt;ur not being serius, u dont care bout other feelings, u just say lov u but eventually ur mind is thinking sumone else..&lt;br /&gt;just go with the flow, my mind is telling me.. but its not easy..&lt;br /&gt;need lots of patience…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being in dis situation..&lt;br /&gt;i hope i could get over evrthing in the past..&lt;br /&gt;dis is y it is so hard falling in lov with ur ‘almost 9yrs’ bstfrnd..&lt;br /&gt;u know their past, n when u think of it, ull make a comparison..&lt;br /&gt;and that makes me mad..&lt;br /&gt;i dont want this but it happened..&lt;br /&gt;hope wats in future will be a happy ending after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after wat ive been thru, ups and downs..&lt;br /&gt;emotionally hurt, i dserve better..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wats goin to happen..&lt;br /&gt;but im feeling theres sumthing wrong..&lt;br /&gt;sumthins getting in d way, sumthins just about to break..&lt;br /&gt;hopefully not..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-2432278382743383175?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/2432278382743383175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2008/10/wats-left-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/2432278382743383175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/2432278382743383175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2008/10/wats-left-to-say.html' title='wats left to say'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-7192854310646280932</id><published>2008-06-04T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:15:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>invisible mann..</title><content type='html'>i hope i could be invisible.&lt;br /&gt;stalking to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;wandering around freely without being seen.&lt;br /&gt;lonely, but away from problems.&lt;br /&gt;listen as people speak.&lt;br /&gt;talking without voice.&lt;br /&gt;no one can know wat u think.&lt;br /&gt;confused. crying inside. asking for help.&lt;br /&gt;all i want is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;curious leads to burden.&lt;br /&gt;wondering painfully.&lt;br /&gt;breathe for a while.&lt;br /&gt;think positively.&lt;br /&gt;as the truth given, the brain accepted as lies.&lt;br /&gt;1001 questions should be answered.&lt;br /&gt;but only a quarter could be explained.&lt;br /&gt;others would be seek afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the truth that might hurt.&lt;br /&gt;or it might be a lie after all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-7192854310646280932?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/7192854310646280932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2008/06/invisible-mann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/7192854310646280932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/7192854310646280932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2008/06/invisible-mann.html' title='invisible mann..'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-8827230144724538393</id><published>2008-02-22T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:36:50.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mnuju kemajuan…. la sgt..</title><content type='html'>i wont vote.&lt;br /&gt;waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;wont read papers lately.&lt;br /&gt;skrg baru nk terhegeh2 maju kan inila, itula.&lt;br /&gt;im not one of the stupid rakyat that will fall for all the bullshits talk.&lt;br /&gt;barang naik, minyak pon nak naik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;hows dat going to help the rakyat konon2nyer?&lt;br /&gt;we have got more people suffering and tak ckup mkn.&lt;br /&gt;and u all sibuk mengkayakan kroni2 yg semmgnyer da kaya?&lt;br /&gt;majukan itu, majukan ini..&lt;br /&gt;think wisely.&lt;br /&gt;murahkan barang, murahkan all the foods, murahkan daily things.&lt;br /&gt;and people can eat. people can work hardly. people can live.&lt;br /&gt;why want to raise the tolls?&lt;br /&gt;i dont even see any improvements.&lt;br /&gt;still got motorcyclist in the middle of the road and menyusahkan nk memotong.&lt;br /&gt;if i accidently hit them, who should be blame?&lt;br /&gt;me right? it will not be the motorcylist fault for riding in the right side of the road!&lt;br /&gt;should build a special road for motorcycles since there’s a lot of motorcyclist here&lt;br /&gt;in this country.&lt;br /&gt;but where does all the money for d toll go?&lt;br /&gt;i wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave u an example here. In america, executives have the same salary with us, 2000 katakan..&lt;br /&gt;their foods,example biscuits, cornflakes or watsoever can be bought as low as 1 dollar. that goes&lt;br /&gt;for detergant also. their branded clothes, GUESS for example, can be bought as low as 20 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;their cars also cheap. correct me if im wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for us, belilah barangan buatan malaysia pon, semuanya mahal! gaji executive pon dlm&lt;br /&gt;lingkungan 2000 gak, beli makanan pon mahal. sume nak naik. kalau baju2, paling cikai pon leh&lt;br /&gt;dpt 15rgt. kereta malaysia pon mahal.. nak2 sama harga ngn outsiders nyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day by day, rakyat makin susah.&lt;br /&gt;this will lead to keruntuhan moral and watsoever.&lt;br /&gt;ewah, mcm wat karangan pmr lak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im still thankful for living in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;its just that im not satisfied buying papers yang dari page awal ke akhir, all about.. ergh&lt;br /&gt;nothing useful or berinformasi.&lt;br /&gt;nk ktuk mengutuk, wat le paper sdri.&lt;br /&gt;waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if this blog is terlampau.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;im saying ere wat others r saying oso.&lt;br /&gt;save the people, save the world. (as said in heroes, i changed the cheerleader)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;u want to majukan ape2, help the rakyat first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luv malaysia.. islam is d way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-8827230144724538393?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/8827230144724538393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/05/mnuju-kemajuan-la-sgt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/8827230144724538393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/8827230144724538393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/05/mnuju-kemajuan-la-sgt.html' title='mnuju kemajuan…. la sgt..'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-3359317753472569949</id><published>2008-01-29T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:11:10.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miluv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="postentry"&gt;          &lt;div class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;sumtimes  u make me laugh, &lt;img src="http://ninjavanish.net/browse.php?u=Oi8veC5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbWFnZXMvYmxvZy9zbWlsZXlzL2FueGlvdXMuZ2lm&amp;amp;b=5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes  u bring tears to my eyes..&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes i hate u..&lt;br /&gt;but most of the  time i luv u..&lt;br /&gt;last night i recieved a card frm u…&lt;br /&gt;tot it was  sumthing romantic..&lt;br /&gt;but it was only a gong xi fa chai card..&lt;br /&gt;cute  though..&lt;br /&gt;last 2 yrs, u gave me a raya card.&lt;br /&gt;last yr, u gave me a  deepavali card.&lt;br /&gt;and dis year, gong xi fa chai card??&lt;br /&gt;whoa, so  romantic bf.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;there r times i just wanna go back home intro  yr arms..&lt;br /&gt;but there r times i just want this relationship to end..&lt;br /&gt;and  i know how u really luv me..&lt;br /&gt;but sumtimes, affection is always not  enuff.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up once.&lt;br /&gt;fade up with ur actions.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i  will not give it up again.&lt;br /&gt;i miss u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and i luv u.. &lt;img src="http://ninjavanish.net/browse.php?u=Oi8veC5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbWFnZXMvYmxvZy9zbWlsZXlzL3Ntb29jaC5naWY%3D&amp;amp;b=5" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-290108-&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/7372049-3359317753472569949?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/3359317753472569949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2008/01/miluv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3359317753472569949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3359317753472569949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2008/01/miluv.html' title='miluv'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-5883116710049567656</id><published>2008-01-04T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:09:59.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i have  wanted a set of vc andrews book all my life!&lt;br /&gt;i remembered once, there  was a show on the tv based on this novel, &lt;br /&gt;called Flowers in The  Attic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i luv books with a family value (not so value, jst family stories)  combined with luv stories in it, that can make me cry, make me happy,  like im part of the drama in it.. huhuh&lt;br /&gt;can sumone suggest on wat  book to read based on the criteria above? huhuh&lt;br /&gt;i miss reading books.  but got no time to read. work is all i have. 247.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt; &lt;td&gt;Currently reading : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ninjavanish.net/browse.php?u=Oi8vd3d3LmFtYXpvbi5jb20vZ3AvcHJvZHVjdC9CMDAwRkNTSU9TP3RhZz1teXNwYWNlMDgtMjAmbGlua19jb2RlPXhtMiZjYW1wPTIwMjUmZGV2LXQ9RDJXUVk4MzkwMDFETVQ%3D&amp;amp;b=5" target="_blank" tip=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003399;"&gt;FLOWERS  IN THE ATTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By V.C.ANDREWS &lt;br /&gt;Release date:  2004 &lt;img border="0" height="1" src="http://ninjavanish.net/browse.php?u=Oi8vd3d3LmFzc29jLWFtYXpvbi5jb20vZS9pcj90PW15c3BhY2UwOC0yMCZsPXhtMiZvPTEmYT1CMDAwRkNTSU9T&amp;amp;b=5" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-5883116710049567656?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/5883116710049567656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2008/01/books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5883116710049567656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/5883116710049567656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2008/01/books.html' title='books'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-486923639476306897</id><published>2007-12-03T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:01:46.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="postentry"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;poyo..&lt;br /&gt;m poyo?&lt;br /&gt;ive  made mistakes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;ppl cant run from doin mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;and so  do i.&lt;br /&gt;wat im tryin to say ere now is..&lt;br /&gt;luv is blind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;the one who luvs u the most, &lt;br /&gt;u  never appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate him for wat he did to me before.&lt;br /&gt;i  was so mad for that.&lt;br /&gt;when he called me, i gave so much excuses.&lt;br /&gt;when  he wanted to see me, i force myself to see him.&lt;br /&gt;i was never happy  when he approached me.&lt;br /&gt;the disgust feeling came to over and over  again.&lt;br /&gt;but suddenly, just within this week..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why, i felt  that i missed him so much.&lt;br /&gt;and d other day, i dreamt, when i hug him,  he didnt hug me back.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up that day feeling so frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;his  luv for me is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;i realized now how much he loved me.&lt;br /&gt;and  its hard to find sumone like dat these days.&lt;br /&gt;just sumtimes we need  to take sum action to change sumone when&lt;br /&gt;communication is not working  anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered an email i got, fenghui watsoever,&lt;br /&gt;marry  wit sumone u luv to talk, as u get older conversation is important.&lt;br /&gt;and  to me, it is important.&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/7372049-486923639476306897?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/486923639476306897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2007/12/luv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/486923639476306897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/486923639476306897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2007/12/luv.html' title='luv'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-1992227604550498876</id><published>2007-11-15T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:59:34.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feninnnlaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="postentry"&gt;&lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;feninnnlaa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogSubject"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;i wonder y, when ur trying to  hate sumone and that sumone hates u back.. &lt;br /&gt;y it bothers alot?&lt;br /&gt;i  kept dreaming of that stupid person..&lt;br /&gt;i want the dream to stop!&lt;br /&gt;maybe  i felt guilty .. but&lt;br /&gt;im not the one who shud be sorry.. ! na-aah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;another thing that bothers me alot. &lt;br /&gt;driving!&lt;br /&gt;why  cant just everyone be patient??&lt;br /&gt;goshh..&lt;br /&gt;nk main cucuk2 plak! ko  laju pon, jam jugak!&lt;br /&gt;stupidd..&lt;br /&gt;last2, im the one whos faster than  u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;huwaaaaa y im so moody now…&lt;br /&gt;anyone  wanna ride roller coaster?&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to go for holiday..&lt;br /&gt;and  yeah, my bdays comin up..&lt;br /&gt;and my handphone just rosak!!!&lt;br /&gt;haihhhhh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;ha another thin..&lt;br /&gt;networkin or  programmin?&lt;br /&gt;which is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;So confusing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;MY FAV SONG NOW.. CLUMSY by FERGIE.. !&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/7372049-1992227604550498876?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1992227604550498876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/05/feninnnlaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/1992227604550498876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/1992227604550498876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2010/05/feninnnlaa.html' title='feninnnlaa'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-3978697271338581943</id><published>2007-10-01T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:56:54.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tryin 2 b bz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="postentry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ninjavanish.net/browse.php?u=Oi8veC5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbWFnZXMvYmxvZy9zbWlsZXlzL2NyYXp5LmdpZg%3D%3D&amp;amp;b=5" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ninjavanish.net/browse.php?u=Oi8veC5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbWFnZXMvYmxvZy9zbWlsZXlzL2VuZXJnZXRpYy5naWY%3D&amp;amp;b=5" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ninjavanish.net/browse.php?u=Oi8veC5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbWFnZXMvYmxvZy9zbWlsZXlzL21pc2NoaWV2b3VzLmdpZg%3D%3D&amp;amp;b=5" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt;i need work.&lt;br /&gt;tons of work.&lt;br /&gt;i  need to fulfil my time.&lt;br /&gt;but got no task to do.&lt;br /&gt;cant study, cant  think.&lt;br /&gt;dun wan to.&lt;br /&gt;just wan to work witout thinkin.&lt;br /&gt;me being  dumb.&lt;br /&gt;dun wan to be dat way.&lt;br /&gt;me tryin to hold myself together.&lt;br /&gt;its  not easy.&lt;br /&gt;need time and whole lot of spirit.&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to  do dat.&lt;br /&gt;focus. focus and focus.&lt;br /&gt;slawat and doa byk2…&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan is  there for me anytime.&lt;br /&gt;i need Him now, and forever.&lt;br /&gt;i am who i am.&lt;br /&gt;i  can take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;im not goin to cry in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;i  will be strong in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;even though i felt so helpless, &lt;br /&gt;i  am not goin to be dat way.&lt;br /&gt;frends, i luv u all 4 givin me support.&lt;br /&gt;dats  wat frends r for rite?&lt;br /&gt;frends stick together.&lt;br /&gt;dats all i have to  say in dis dark morning.&lt;br /&gt;its goin to rain.. &lt;br /&gt;my eyes wont rain. i  wonder y?&lt;br /&gt;i think im getting stronger day by day.&lt;br /&gt;getting older,  been thru lots of experience.&lt;br /&gt;bad.. gewd.. happy.. sad.. all of it.&lt;br /&gt;yeah,  im getting wiser. not dumber.&lt;br /&gt;huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;me luv myself. life must go  on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last for me, &lt;br /&gt;takde doa yg didengar, takde usaha yg disia-siakan.&lt;br /&gt;percaya  pd diri dan hati.&lt;br /&gt;cintailah diri dan segala yang kita ada.&lt;br /&gt;jangan  persiakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ninjavanish.net/browse.php?u=Oi8veC5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbWFnZXMvYmxvZy9zbWlsZXlzL2JsdXNoLmdpZg%3D%3D&amp;amp;b=5" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ninjavanish.net/browse.php?u=Oi8veC5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbWFnZXMvYmxvZy9zbWlsZXlzL2hvcm55LmdpZg%3D%3D&amp;amp;b=5" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ninjavanish.net/browse.php?u=Oi8veC5teXNwYWNlLmNvbS9pbWFnZXMvYmxvZy9zbWlsZXlzL2NyYXp5LmdpZg%3D%3D&amp;amp;b=5" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-3978697271338581943?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/3978697271338581943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2007/10/tryin-2-b-bz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3978697271338581943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/3978697271338581943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2007/10/tryin-2-b-bz.html' title='tryin 2 b bz'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-6003155875197894131</id><published>2007-08-26T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:52:29.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn u</title><content type='html'>y..y..?&lt;br /&gt;im afraid now.&lt;br /&gt;im clueless now.&lt;br /&gt;im fuckin tired of thinking sumone else’s problem.&lt;br /&gt;im tired of giving advices no one will hear.&lt;br /&gt;i never dreamt in being in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;felt trapped.&lt;br /&gt;felt so annoyed and cant do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;this is way too much.&lt;br /&gt;ya Allah, please guide me and all around me.&lt;br /&gt;please protect me from bad peoples.&lt;br /&gt;protect me from sins.&lt;br /&gt;make me good. make people around me all good.&lt;br /&gt;im so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;i cant hold on to this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i could be.&lt;br /&gt;i might be.&lt;br /&gt;single.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-6003155875197894131?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/6003155875197894131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2007/08/damn-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/6003155875197894131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/6003155875197894131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2007/08/damn-u.html' title='damn u'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-1309404258444374539</id><published>2006-10-11T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:54:45.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Gulity</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Is it my fault to miss you?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it wrong to call you just to hear your voice?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it wrong i wanna talk and tell u wat i did in a day?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it wrong if i wanna ask how youre doing?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it wrong when u seem u didnt care when i call you?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it wrong to ask when shud i meet you?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it wrong to see you for few minutes?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it wrong when ur alwiz busy n hev no time to talk to me?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it wrong to hangup without saying 'i love u'?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it wrong u made me cry?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it wrong to hurt my feelings?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it my fault if i just want some affection from you?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it my fault to just miss you?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Is it my fault to love you?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;AM I OR NOT GUILTY?&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-1309404258444374539?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/1309404258444374539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2006/10/am-i-gulity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/1309404258444374539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/1309404258444374539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2006/10/am-i-gulity.html' title='Am I Gulity'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-115959473229370194</id><published>2006-09-30T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:45:02.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetest dream ever</title><content type='html'>its about me and the 3rd person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not know why he suddenly disappeared. what have i done? when i was checking my stuffs, i recieved an album, full of my pictures when i was little until now. and there was this note from him, explaining why he ran away. in the end there was fire crackers, me and him together at last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-115959473229370194?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-108834234621596945</id><published>2004-06-27T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:19:06.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wats the title fer today?</title><content type='html'>im beginning to be so kemalasann to type sumthin in ere.. yesterday and today, didnt do nuthin much.. watch tv and the magic word again 'sleep!' .. so everyday is just the same for me.. nuthin interesting goin on in my life.. just the same things over and over again.. but last nite, got to watch akademi fantasia.. see, i like to watch everythinn! hmm, for those who like to watch it, ull know who r the students in there.. and edlin got voted out.. too bad for her, but sape suro menangis je in the first place.. kan dah kena cop mengade2.. and that will be a lesson for me.. not to show ur kelemahan in front of others.. maybe die tak sengaja buat2 menangis tu, and want sympathy from frends.. but kalau ade penonton yg jeles ngan die, jeles with her looks and voice, then maybe penonton trus cop dat shes so mengade2.. and mengade2 people are alwiz dicop smp bile2 and will not be accepted by others eventhough mengade2 tu yg tak sengaja dibuat and tak terperasan oleh orgnyer sendiri.. coz ive got experience, thats y.. so do u agree with me? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-108834234621596945?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/108834234621596945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/wats-title-fer-today.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/108834234621596945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/108834234621596945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/wats-title-fer-today.html' title='wats the title fer today?'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-108816838814494292</id><published>2004-06-25T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T20:59:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hepii soo hepii</title><content type='html'>portugal won again!! i was so heppyy!! when i was watchin the game, is like every second of the game, my heart was pounding so fast especially mase penalti.. rase cam nk kena sakit jantung je.. it was worth it, bersekang mate to watch the game.. then i cant sleep coz i was so hepy.. and when i did sleep, it was at 7 am in da mornin.. so today, slept all day.. didnt do anyhtin.. oo yeah, i missed yesterdays blog.. didnt have the time to do it.. now im still searchin for this damn literature review and i think i cant go out with ziey tomorrow.. will be a bz day 4 me.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-108816838814494292?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/108816838814494292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/hepii-soo-hepii.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link 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then lepark jap with aishah kat kolej smp kul 5.. Phalani came to me, said that everthin i did for lit. rev., sume salah.. so, i have to do it again and tomorrow gotta see him.. this mornin, i shud go to college for presentation, but didnt go. last2, dorang ckp, there was no presentation.. nasib gak tak pegi..bleh tido with nyenyak nyer.. when i got home, i slept until 830.. tu pun, my dad kejutkan suro smayang.. hahha so now, gotta find case studies for my system&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-108800668740202131?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/108800668740202131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/hampesh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/108800668740202131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/108800668740202131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/hampesh.html' title='hampesh'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-108792010006820871</id><published>2004-06-22T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:17:42.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im so laziee</title><content type='html'>wat i did today? sleep, watch tv and eat.. i should have send my literature review last monday but i dunt know why im so lazy... felt tired all day long since the soccer match started.. and now, i havent started a thing yet! urgh! ive been day dreaming all day long, wondering the old days, and it sucks.. adding my headache more! i was thinkin of why frends leave me.. am i that bad? am i that horrible? urghh.. the more i think of it, the more clueless i am! well, i called my frend just now, and she was at my other frends house, celebrating sumthin.. and i was not invited.. because one doesnt talk to me, and shes the one whos celebrating the thing.. so i dunt really care.. i wonder when will our 'misunderstandin' finish? i think for the rest of our lives.. i dunno y im the one who shud say sumthin first.. alwiz me.. i dunt understand y... when sumones mad at u, is it u who shud say hi first? or vice versa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-108792010006820871?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/108792010006820871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-so-laziee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/108792010006820871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/108792010006820871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-so-laziee.html' title='im so laziee'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-108782063282846123</id><published>2004-06-21T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T01:01:14.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mama mia! </title><content type='html'>im so glad that portugal won this mornin! who said that portugal tak layak? shame on u! well last nite, i did my Java assignment all nite long until the start of the match.. then after dat, i slept in a smile.. was so happy giler potugal won, and i felt relieved when pauleta was substituted for nuno gomes.. this mornin, can still consider 12 o'clock as mornin rite? i woke up, well my frends came to house so i have to wake up! and start finishin the work.. after dat, they left, and then came my uncle and his wife and son, and then they left too.. finally, i can continue my beauty sleep!! woke up at 730 pm.. ate stuffs, watched just shoot me, have to watch it everyday and then here i am! well, thats all the report for this day.. cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-108782063282846123?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/108782063282846123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/mama-mia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/108782063282846123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/108782063282846123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/mama-mia.html' title='mama mia! '/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7372049.post-108772702075146733</id><published>2004-06-20T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T18:41:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey ya!~</title><content type='html'>ive opened a new blog for me! hihi.. now wat to type in this hot sunny day.. oo yeah, ive just finished my last paper for exam this morning.. i was kinda pissed of to myself becoz i cant really answer the papers .. i got so blur! i was hoping to get an A for this paper, but looks like maybe cukup2 makan je for pass.. when i went back home, i slept for hours .. i was so tired! i didnt to speak to anyone, not even to my parents today.. i dunno why, probably mad at myself.. got no mood! hmm, now got nuthin to do.. dats why i made this blog.. well, dats all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7372049-108772702075146733?l=nawwar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/feeds/108772702075146733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/hey-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/108772702075146733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7372049/posts/default/108772702075146733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nawwar.blogspot.com/2004/06/hey-ya.html' title='hey ya!~'/><author><name>nawe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02944625887662566649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwXLu7UgLBc/S-drN5a61TI/AAAAAAAAAAc/35fhsBG3aF4/S220/IMG_1728_edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
