<?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-6119832427575471643</id><updated>2011-07-31T05:57:33.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it takes a hen to break an egg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-1109726711510546009</id><published>2010-05-20T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T19:06:09.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from a run. fucking tiring my balls out luh. and on top of that tomorrow is GBE forum. yikessssssss *scareded*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;check out the boys's graduation pictures on my FB! (: loveeeee my baby nikki nikon D60.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-1109726711510546009?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/1109726711510546009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-came-back-from-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/1109726711510546009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/1109726711510546009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-came-back-from-run.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-5517441245653390544</id><published>2010-05-18T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T00:25:26.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S_Fp1XIZTGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Wd-_LMjVNTI/s1600/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S_Fp1XIZTGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Wd-_LMjVNTI/s320/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472271387695074402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we first got to know one another, i remember you saying that i'll be bored and sick of you as time goes by. you said it happens all the time with other people, they come and go and they hardly stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screw them all, my day isn't complete without having you irritate and tease me. i get pissed off every now and then, but you always find ways to cheer me up. i remember the day we were at ECP, we quarreled and it seemed like you didn't care afterwards... but how sweet of you to sing and play for me our favourite song while the water danced in tune with our beating hearts.... (HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA CORNY SHIT SIAAAAAL HAHHAHAHHA) i ended up happy and we watched the sunrise in bliss siollllllllllllllll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy 3 monthsary syg. okla harini 18 may, lambat sikit ah.... sorry ahhhh. HAHAHA. and happy 1 year since we got to know each other. WA TAK TIRED OF LU PUN?!?!?!??!?!? ahahahaahahahahah i cinta awak you sexy zarevok you =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-5517441245653390544?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/5517441245653390544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/05/youve-said-from-start-that-ill-be-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5517441245653390544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5517441245653390544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/05/youve-said-from-start-that-ill-be-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S_Fp1XIZTGI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Wd-_LMjVNTI/s72-c/DSC00216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-5986669877170133898</id><published>2010-05-16T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:43:50.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuesday, come faster so that i can meet my candyfloss. )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-5986669877170133898?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/5986669877170133898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuesday-come-faster-so-that-i-can-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5986669877170133898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5986669877170133898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/05/tuesday-come-faster-so-that-i-can-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-9043157448811449784</id><published>2010-05-15T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:31:24.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>raden and the boys went jamming yesterday and i went sisha-ing with my favourite people yesterday. was a helluva fun night, it always is when i get to spend some quality time with emy, bobby and ronnie. been weeks since we had this kind of meetup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the chance to meet raden for awhile since we were chilling with different groups of friends, felt so good to see him, to mend misunderstandings, to learn more about one another. though we've known each other for around 10 months, been together for almost 3 (tomorrow dah monthsary!) we're still getting to know and find out new things about each other. though sometimes the truth hurts, like ron says- its better to know the naked truth than be deluded by a well-dressed lie. well said, my young padawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ily! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-9043157448811449784?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/9043157448811449784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-i-dont-get-how-people-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/9043157448811449784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/9043157448811449784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-i-dont-get-how-people-can-be.html' 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/&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- raden r. says:&lt;br /&gt;huh&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;- syaza y. says:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fromthewilderness.com/free/pandora/haarp.html&lt;br /&gt;read this pls.&lt;br /&gt;or if youre too tired then takpela..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- raden r. says:&lt;br /&gt;haiya&lt;br /&gt;wats up sia&lt;br /&gt;why cant they just sit down and relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;- syaza y. says:&lt;br /&gt;whats the use.... we're all gonna die...&lt;br /&gt;we wont live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- raden r. says:&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;nobody lives forever&lt;br /&gt;dont worry b&lt;br /&gt;i will save the world for u&lt;br /&gt;but now&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;- syaza y. says:&lt;br /&gt;okey...&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- raden r. says:&lt;br /&gt;msg&lt;br /&gt;why cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;b!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;- syaza y. says:&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- raden r. says:&lt;br /&gt;u must accept our fate in this temporary world!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;- syaza y. says:&lt;br /&gt;cos i scared!!!! these thing might just happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- raden r. says:&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens&lt;br /&gt;good or bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;- syaza y. says:&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO DIE AT 21 YEARS OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- raden r. says:&lt;br /&gt;we will love each other&lt;br /&gt;as long as we do&lt;br /&gt;we will meet each other in heaven&lt;br /&gt;k b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;shows how fucking whiny i am and how sweet he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;FUCK ILLUMINATI, FUCK THE LIES, FUCK MTV/DISNEY FUCK ALL &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/6119832427575471643-4411462644175246345?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/4411462644175246345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/04/syaza-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/4411462644175246345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S8aBSHU8qVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/VgPaPC5iL3Q/s320/sad-face-wallpapers_13395_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460193746437843282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when your relationship is being tested by your parents. &lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HURTS DEEP LIKE FUCK MACAM KANNINA CHAO CHEE BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope he can make it to swimming today. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-1689114581406848843?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/1689114581406848843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-hurts-when-your-relationship-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/1689114581406848843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/1689114581406848843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-hurts-when-your-relationship-is.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S8aBSHU8qVI/AAAAAAAAAhA/VgPaPC5iL3Q/s72-c/sad-face-wallpapers_13395_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-1586702296653653467</id><published>2010-04-14T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:12:01.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When she walks away from you mad- Follow her&lt;br /&gt;When she stare’s at your lips-Kiss her&lt;br /&gt;When she pushes you or hits you- Grab her and don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;When she start’s cursing at you-Kiss her and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;When she’s quiet-Ask her what’s wrong&lt;br /&gt;When she ignore’s you-Give her your attention&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away- Pull her back&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst- Tell her she’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying-Just hold her and don’t say a word&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking- Sneak up and hug her waist from behind&lt;br /&gt;When she’s scared- Protect her&lt;br /&gt;When she lays her head on your shoulder-Tilt her head up and kiss her&lt;br /&gt;When she steal’s your favorite hat- Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night&lt;br /&gt;When she teases you- Tease her back and make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn’t answer for a long time- reassure her that everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt- Back yourself up with the TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she likes you- she really does more than you could understand&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands- Hold hers and play with her fingers&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you- bump into her back and make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret- keep it safe and untold&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes- don’t look away until she does&lt;br /&gt;WHEN SHE MISSES YOU- SHES HURTING INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;When you break her heart- the pain NEVER really goes away&lt;br /&gt;When she says its over-she STILL wants you to be hers&lt;br /&gt;When she repost this bulletin- she wants you to read it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if she’s not saying anything&lt;br /&gt;- DON’T let her have the last word&lt;br /&gt;- Always call her when you know somethings wrong&lt;br /&gt;- Pretty and beautiful is soo much better than calling her hot.&lt;br /&gt;- Say you love her more than she could ever love you&lt;br /&gt;- Argue that she is the best girl ever&lt;br /&gt;- When she’s mad hug her tight and don’t let go&lt;br /&gt;- When she says she’s ok don’t believe it, talk with her&lt;br /&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;- Call her before you sleep and after you wake up&lt;br /&gt;- Treat her like she’s all that matters to you&lt;br /&gt;- Tease her and let her tease you back&lt;br /&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid&lt;br /&gt;- Give her the world&lt;br /&gt;- Let her wear your clothes&lt;br /&gt;- When she’s bored and sad, hang out with her&lt;br /&gt;- Let her know she’s important&lt;br /&gt;- When she runs up to you crying, ask her "Who's ass am i kicking today, baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you because you've done all of these subconsciously for me. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-1586702296653653467?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/1586702296653653467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-she-walks-away-from-you-mad-follow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/1586702296653653467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/1586702296653653467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-she-walks-away-from-you-mad-follow.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-5533038523158136927</id><published>2010-04-07T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:25:01.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dah 6 hari belum jumpe dia. 3 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;haizzzzzzzz sedih sangat. )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-5533038523158136927?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-5057028500798050920</id><published>2010-04-04T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:15:45.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 more days until I can see Bby, hopefully. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just twisted my fucking knee and Dad is being very difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally hate it when parents restrict their children from doing what they like. looking at the situation that i'm currently in, i know that i can achieve so many other things in life, like pursuing my love for photography, travelling, working and playing the guitar. it's just that my parents do not allow me to do it. my mom was so happy when she saw that Squeaky was gone. she said that i'm far better off doing something more useful that learning how to play guitar, which only creates unnecessary noise. ): give me a break. mom, just give me a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dating proves to be an extremely difficult task for me and raden. both our parents are ultra-conservative, not accommodating and unbearable to deal with. we've only been short of 2 months together and all these challenges keep coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fuck it, we'll keep on going and nothing can stop us.&lt;br /&gt;throw shit at us and we'll throw shit + vomit + urine + stones back at you.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-5057028500798050920?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/5057028500798050920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/04/6-more-days-until-i-can-see-bby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5057028500798050920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5057028500798050920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/04/6-more-days-until-i-can-see-bby.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-4843866690944497508</id><published>2010-04-01T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:52:35.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S7N9Z7Mkm6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/_zKy34Sqkpw/s1600/1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S7N9Z7Mkm6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/_zKy34Sqkpw/s320/1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454841458016426914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raden said i look self-obsessed in this picture. tapi i know in his heart, he loves it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahhaahaahaahah anyway &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;APRIL FUCKING FOOLS DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fuckers!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh, oh yah. i love you, b. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-4843866690944497508?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/4843866690944497508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/03/raden-said-i-look-self-obsessed-in-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/4843866690944497508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/4843866690944497508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/03/raden-said-i-look-self-obsessed-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S7N9Z7Mkm6I/AAAAAAAAAg4/_zKy34Sqkpw/s72-c/1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-3720258974034607573</id><published>2010-03-30T00:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:54:22.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;FUCK PMS FUCK PMS FUCK PMS FUCK PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;IM GOING TO FUCKING FAG AND SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;FUCK PMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-3720258974034607573?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/3720258974034607573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-pms-fuck-pms-fuck-pms-fuck-pms-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/3720258974034607573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/3720258974034607573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-pms-fuck-pms-fuck-pms-fuck-pms-im.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-7531023955402940315</id><published>2010-03-27T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:48:53.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S621ctgR1eI/AAAAAAAAAgI/U2QD3RqOc3A/s1600/18964_215032879633_767994633_2870419_606715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S621ctgR1eI/AAAAAAAAAgI/U2QD3RqOc3A/s320/18964_215032879633_767994633_2870419_606715_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453214228671485410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;THIS IS SO BLOODY AWESOME. LOVE THEIR HAIR! sexy giler babi. Raden better let your hair grow as big as theirs before your NS!&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/6119832427575471643-7531023955402940315?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/7531023955402940315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-so-bloody-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/7531023955402940315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/7531023955402940315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-so-bloody-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S621ctgR1eI/AAAAAAAAAgI/U2QD3RqOc3A/s72-c/18964_215032879633_767994633_2870419_606715_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-8115705945986117444</id><published>2010-03-26T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:31:21.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S6uWFbbtlII/AAAAAAAAAf4/28-GktCzJGY/s1600/CG+02-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S6uWFbbtlII/AAAAAAAAAf4/28-GktCzJGY/s320/CG+02-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452616793869620354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cos i love making food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S6uWGCjDWjI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HoVkXPgdSJQ/s1600/CG+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S6uWGCjDWjI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HoVkXPgdSJQ/s320/CG+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452616804369390130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and he loves whatever i cook for him. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S6uWE5uC9iI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wDeUgqA9oK0/s1600/CG+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S6uWE5uC9iI/AAAAAAAAAfw/wDeUgqA9oK0/s320/CG+039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452616784819713570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then we're happily ever after! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome day for a picnic! the sun wasn't scorching and it drizzled just as the sun was setting. raden bought beer (okay lah, not beer, but still its BAVARIA!!!!!! 0.0% alcohol. we're good kids ^^) and lemon tea and keropok, while i brought some sandwiches. we sat at japanese garden so that we are away from irritating tourists and the constant influx of pinoys and banglas but nothing can stop them lah. they're everywhere... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, Moko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW MUSHY LAHHHHH I DONT CAREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IM A HAPPY GIRL HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OKAY BYE&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/6119832427575471643-8115705945986117444?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/8115705945986117444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/03/cos-i-love-making-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/8115705945986117444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/8115705945986117444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/03/cos-i-love-making-food.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S6uWFbbtlII/AAAAAAAAAf4/28-GktCzJGY/s72-c/CG+02-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-4638198552182397257</id><published>2010-03-23T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:55:34.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello lame singapore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S6iP8YkBmsI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8JyvuybO-K8/s1600-h/24398_417456083573_747538573_5243006_1266559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S6iP8YkBmsI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8JyvuybO-K8/s320/24398_417456083573_747538573_5243006_1266559_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451765616480459458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM BACK FROM VIETNAM!&lt;br /&gt;and i freaking miss waking up at 6am, taking a red bull from the minifridge, step out of my hotel room balcony and smoke gudang garam. awwww man, the life.&lt;br /&gt;ya ya ya, i'm so boy bla bla bla.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sends me msgs everyday when i was away. knowing that he's always there when i call or on facebook makes me feel like i've never left home. yes, high roaming charges but so what! thank you for being such a sweet boy. i love you from underground all the way high up to heaven. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-4638198552182397257?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/4638198552182397257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-lame-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/4638198552182397257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/4638198552182397257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-lame-singapore.html' title='hello lame singapore.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S6iP8YkBmsI/AAAAAAAAAfo/8JyvuybO-K8/s72-c/24398_417456083573_747538573_5243006_1266559_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-6376958487458700464</id><published>2010-03-01T10:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:05:01.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because you love me and i love you back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S4sghGzQPSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xk7kZ8K9u5k/s1600-h/hahhhahaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S4sghGzQPSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xk7kZ8K9u5k/s320/hahhhahaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443480327740734754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-6376958487458700464?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/6376958487458700464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-you-love-me-and-i-love-you-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/6376958487458700464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/6376958487458700464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-you-love-me-and-i-love-you-back.html' title='because you love me and i love you back.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/S4sghGzQPSI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xk7kZ8K9u5k/s72-c/hahhhahaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-8384185619021837793</id><published>2010-02-10T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:20:46.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RDNR.</title><content type='html'>(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-8384185619021837793?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/8384185619021837793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/02/rdnr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/8384185619021837793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/8384185619021837793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/02/rdnr.html' title='RDNR.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-5600816469759211987</id><published>2010-02-10T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T03:42:43.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE ME A LONG KISS GOODNIGHT AND EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT</title><content type='html'>LIFE HAS BEEN GOOD! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a happy happy girl now.&lt;br /&gt;and if all goes well, this year might just turn out great. (:&lt;br /&gt;hooked again on greenday's give me novacaine. almost forgot about its existence until it was mentioned again the past few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's OUR song.  our walking-home-and-feeling-happy song. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;hugs and kisses. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-5600816469759211987?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/5600816469759211987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-has-been-good-im-happy-happy-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5600816469759211987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5600816469759211987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-has-been-good-im-happy-happy-girl.html' title='GIVE ME A LONG KISS GOODNIGHT AND EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-8198182538831563592</id><published>2010-01-28T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:45:05.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high low.</title><content type='html'>these few weeks has been really busy for me. endless project submissions, anxiety attacks, paranoia. it doesn't help that SP lacks power-plugs. so bloody irritating. my project group can't seem to find a decent place to geek-out and finish our projects. doesn't help that all of us a born procrastinators. but it's okay, one more report to hand in tomorrow and we're done slaving! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so totally hooked on GossipGirl right now. Adli says i have GG addiction. but how can you not love a show where all the characters are wearing Chanel suits and Valentino dresses everyday? so filthy rich, and the storylines are really good. (xoxo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more solemn note, don't you feel that sometimes, your relationship with a friend can be so high up in a moment, and before you know it, it can fall way below? after knowing you for so long, it's sad to know that i still haven't figure you out completely yet. and this is saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOH'IN WANKERS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-8198182538831563592?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/8198182538831563592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/8198182538831563592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/8198182538831563592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/01/high-low.html' title='high low.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-6968168280284860067</id><published>2010-01-19T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:28:59.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow jamming. nervous giler sia. scared halfway my voice break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-6968168280284860067?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/6968168280284860067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow-jamming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/6968168280284860067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/6968168280284860067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow-jamming.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-9219043220123963758</id><published>2010-01-13T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:02:32.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since Jan 1, everyday i feel, URGH. there isn't even any word to describe how i feel, so generally it's just the URGGGGGHHHHHH feeling. have been very pessimistic this past two weeks, things haven't been going well and i'm turning 19 in two day's time. urgh, 2010 is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is, i am really, really looking forward to this saturday's Bday bbq organized by my beloved Bobby! (: it's gonna be hell load of fun, i'm sure, cos it's close-friends party, the usual lepak people. so it's gonna be helluva goooooooooood. SWIMMING ALSOOOOOOOOOO!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and tashah is so not helping by hinting that her present will make me damn shocked. AIYAAAAAAAAA FUCK FUCK ahahahahahaahahahahah muke mesti priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my energizer bunny alot but we're not the same anymore. fuck it suaaaaaaaaaaa ahahahaahahahahahahaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to square one, dok!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;_|_(o.o)_|_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-9219043220123963758?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/9219043220123963758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/01/since-jan-1-everyday-i-feel-urgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/9219043220123963758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/9219043220123963758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/01/since-jan-1-everyday-i-feel-urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-3860878238276004883</id><published>2010-01-06T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:03:00.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here we go again. &lt;br /&gt;patience my young padawan, patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-3860878238276004883?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/3860878238276004883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/3860878238276004883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/3860878238276004883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-we-go-again.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-7962503031096230059</id><published>2010-01-01T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:58:33.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Sz4NSTR6yII/AAAAAAAAAeI/HapqSyyoKAA/s1600-h/tumblr_kuwgziaOrG1qa1saxo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421785609464891522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Sz4NSTR6yII/AAAAAAAAAeI/HapqSyyoKAA/s320/tumblr_kuwgziaOrG1qa1saxo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not so much the 'perverse' part though. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 2010 SUCKERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-7962503031096230059?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/7962503031096230059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/7962503031096230059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/7962503031096230059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Sz4NSTR6yII/AAAAAAAAAeI/HapqSyyoKAA/s72-c/tumblr_kuwgziaOrG1qa1saxo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-2355285616963626864</id><published>2009-12-29T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:34:28.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HYUK LOVE &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO WISH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NUR FARRINA BINTE ABDUL GHAFAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU, BABAT!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-2355285616963626864?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/2355285616963626864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/hyuk-love-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/2355285616963626864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/2355285616963626864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/hyuk-love-3.html' title='HYUK LOVE &lt;3'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-3408299342146476559</id><published>2009-12-27T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:22:27.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i said i missed him this past few days and he asked me why ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fml.&lt;br /&gt;and oh yeah, NEA fine cleared, alhamdullilah. fuck these dogs nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-3408299342146476559?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/3408299342146476559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-said-i-missed-him-past-few-days-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/3408299342146476559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/3408299342146476559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-said-i-missed-him-past-few-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-2003245207610301950</id><published>2009-12-22T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:11:15.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>constant fear.</title><content type='html'>dear Hilda has given me her classical guitar! yay! (: but the thing is, one of the strings is broken so i gotta get new ones tomorrow. thank god i'm not going alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried tuning the guitar today, but failed terribly. good thing my younger sister knows how to tune one. thank god for sister extraordinaire! &lt;3 the thing is... my parents are extremely against this guitar-interest thing that i am having. i just wish that my parents will let me do what i want... cos apart from photography, there really isn't anything else that i can do. and i feel useless because i know i can do stuff that i set my mind to. ): very very sad now because i have to play my guitar discreetly and shove it under the bed whenever they come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world. don't forget that although you give me shit everyday, i still love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-2003245207610301950?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/2003245207610301950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/constant-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/2003245207610301950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/2003245207610301950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/constant-fear.html' title='constant fear.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-8082442780395705673</id><published>2009-12-21T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:33:57.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's worth giving myself a shot.</title><content type='html'>i'm fat since i was born but i'm so not gonna be fat all my life. dave mustaine should totally change his lyrics for sweating bullets for me. Hello Me, Meet the New Me will be more apt. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-8082442780395705673?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/8082442780395705673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-worth-giving-myself-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/8082442780395705673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/8082442780395705673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-worth-giving-myself-shot.html' title='it&apos;s worth giving myself a shot.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-5605008710188897630</id><published>2009-12-20T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:43:09.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING HUNGRY.</title><content type='html'>currently i'm fasting right now so as to pay off the days i didn't fast during the fasting month due to menstruation. i am feeling angsty because a hungry woman is an angry woman! ): my mom is cooking some really delicious stuff in the kitchen and i can't wait to dig in. 3 more hours to gooooooooooooo. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just dawned upon me that 2010 is nearing, and i'm going to turn 19 very, very soon. i feel so... old. probably it's due to the fact that i am not certain about my future. i don't know what i want to do, what i want to work as. currently my life has been okay, with a good dose of both good and bad moments. i've made many new friends this past year, not to mention losing some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Sy3h6xYrRTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/uESGK-y38Qk/s1600-h/supreme-vans-half-cab-chukka-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417234326602073394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Sy3h6xYrRTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/uESGK-y38Qk/s320/supreme-vans-half-cab-chukka-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone could buy me a pair of Vans Half Cab Chukka in any outrageous colour for my 19th birthday, i will really love you long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Sy3i4YpeIaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2VycNP-P4Rw/s1600-h/0958801006_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417235385113518498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Sy3i4YpeIaI/AAAAAAAAAeA/2VycNP-P4Rw/s320/0958801006_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if anyone buys me a Fender J5 Acoustic Guitar, i will take your place in hell for 100 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah muah! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-5605008710188897630?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/5605008710188897630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/fucking-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5605008710188897630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5605008710188897630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/fucking-hungry.html' title='FUCKING HUNGRY.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Sy3h6xYrRTI/AAAAAAAAAd4/uESGK-y38Qk/s72-c/supreme-vans-half-cab-chukka-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-366882281862480586</id><published>2009-12-19T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:12:49.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Syz5Ly7YMdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gxS0KnRTF3U/s1600-h/autumn_is_over_by_julkusiowa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416978432864563666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Syz5Ly7YMdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gxS0KnRTF3U/s320/autumn_is_over_by_julkusiowa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a star across my sky,&lt;br /&gt;Just like an angel off the page,&lt;br /&gt;You have appeared to my life,&lt;br /&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a song in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Just like oil on my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Honour to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I wonder why it is,&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue like this,&lt;br /&gt;With anyone but you,&lt;br /&gt;We do it all the time,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, i have been steadily dealing with my inner demons and my mood swings are not so bad, for now. god, i sound so psycho. hahahaha. but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY go watch Avatar if you guys are free okay! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everything's good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-366882281862480586?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/366882281862480586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/music-playlist-at-mixpod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/366882281862480586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/366882281862480586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/music-playlist-at-mixpod.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/Syz5Ly7YMdI/AAAAAAAAAdw/gxS0KnRTF3U/s72-c/autumn_is_over_by_julkusiowa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-6065333905564874556</id><published>2009-12-15T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:46:19.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoia</title><content type='html'>paranoia;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: para·noia &lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: \ˌper-ə-ˈnȯi-ə, ˌpa-rə-\&lt;br /&gt;Function: noun &lt;br /&gt;Etymology: New Latin, from Greek, madness, from paranous demented, from para- + nous mind&lt;br /&gt;Date: circa 1811&lt;br /&gt;1 : a psychosis characterized by systematized delusions of persecution or grandeur usually without hallucinations&lt;br /&gt;2 : a tendency on the part of an individual or group toward excessive or irrational suspiciousness and distrustfulness of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i drive myself crazy. god please help me. &lt;br /&gt;i wake up, and i think. i think and i think and i think and i get myself irritated and then i cry and then i get real happy and then i start thinking again and then i get too tired and i fall asleep. why is this so? why is it that even if i try to calm down and try to overlook things and i try to not panic it always turn the other way. i stop breathing and i think too hard to be funny and to make people laugh all the time and then i get dissapointed when its lame and people think i'm a loser. and then when i'm with people they point out that sometimes i'm always in a daze and sometimes i have this really fierce expression on my face and then i give fake laughs. why? why isit that i'm changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why isit that when people don't respond to me i think that they're sick of me and that they're going away and then i think that oh, maybe they have better friends than me or that he's found somebody else who's better than me or she has found a boyfriend and is sick of me. yeah, i know, while reading this all of you are going what the fuck right. i fucking swear that i'm typing feverishly right now and i think it's because i'm kinda overexerting myself because fuck i'm trying to stop thinking okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. why isn't anything making me happy? why isit that i've run out of things to say. why isit that people are getting sick of me. why.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a hug right now. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-6065333905564874556?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/6065333905564874556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/paranoia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/6065333905564874556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/6065333905564874556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/12/paranoia.html' title='paranoia'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-2709912752537646542</id><published>2009-11-14T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:51:34.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just want to take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;put out the rain&lt;br /&gt;let the sun shine back up again&lt;br /&gt;come out to play, you're my fairytale &lt;br /&gt;brought to life and i can't hide, i can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to linger around and talk to you forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-2709912752537646542?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/2709912752537646542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-want-to-take-away-pain-put-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/2709912752537646542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/2709912752537646542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-want-to-take-away-pain-put-out.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-2082280896887904623</id><published>2009-11-07T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:16:00.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go.</title><content type='html'>Imma let go once and for all. Maybe i should focus more on losing weight and putting more effort in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'i like boy but boy doesn't know thing' is getting abit tiring and frankly, I don't think it's worth it at all. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye loves muacks! *magic sprinkles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-2082280896887904623?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/2082280896887904623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/11/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/2082280896887904623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/2082280896887904623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/11/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-7650933986473770675</id><published>2009-10-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:37:55.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>warning to all girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ever be too close to a guy. don't spend hours on end talking to him every night, or on a lot of nights rather, expose you inner self to him, weep like a baby whenever you have a problem cos you know he'll always be there to lend you his shoulder to cry on.  don't go out with him alone. you'll end up liking him too much but in the end he's just gonna hurt you by liking someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm the girl who always end up being my crush's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;shame on you, wani. for being so fucking naive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-7650933986473770675?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/7650933986473770675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/10/warning-to-all-girls-dont-ever-be-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/7650933986473770675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/7650933986473770675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/10/warning-to-all-girls-dont-ever-be-too.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-8172878068918667561</id><published>2009-10-02T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:56:38.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because my friends make me what i am today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SsYUgPMVmrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jTxrAOV7Ess/s1600-h/dg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388016548262025906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SsYUgPMVmrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jTxrAOV7Ess/s320/dg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imma go malay today okay. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang-kadang kalau kita memikirnya kembali, kawan-kawanlah yang menakluki sifat dan keperibadian kita sebagai seorang insan yang berguna atau tidak. sering kali kita dapat lihat dan memahami bagaimana seseorang itu melalui fasa-fasa yang kurang baik dalam zaman remaja mereka justeru membentuk cara gaya dan cara seseorang itu menampil dirinya kepada khalayak ramai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya amat prihatin kepada anak-anak saudara saya yang semakin terjerumus dalam kelakuan yang kurang menyenangkan. trend ikut-ikutan ini membuat saya rasa kurang enak kerana saya tahu bagaimana senangnya seseorang yang tidak mempunyai apa pun pendirian hidup atau cara fikiran yang jelas ditelan arus kekuatan globalisasi. ada yang tidak boleh membezakan diantara yang betul atau yang salah dan inilah masanya kawan-kawan sebaya memainkan peranan penting dalam memberi pertolongan kepada jalan yang benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuba kita ambil pengajaran dari peribahasa ini; bak pepatah, nila setitik rosak susu sebelanga. perangai buruk seseorang itu, walaupun sangat kecil, akan membinasakan nama baik diri sendiri dan juga keluarga. kita harus sadar bahawa orang lain mentakrifkan diri kita dengan cara kita membetulkan penampilan dan tata-tertib. jadi, jika kawan-kawan kita bukanlah jenis yang sering tegur-menegur salah dan silap antara satu sama lain, adakah kawan-kawan sebergini layak dibawa menjadi penolong pedoman hidup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jika definasi perkawanan anda adalah seperti kawan yang hanya suka berseronok dan tidak menjadi sumber tenaga yang berguna kepada masyarakat, saya sarankan, tinggalkan kawan yang sebegitu kerana mereka tidak memberi manfaat langsung. bentuklah pendirian yang kukuh, kerana pendirian-pendirian inilah yang akan membawa seseorang melalui kehidupan hinggalah ke lobang kubur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya bersyukur kerana saya mempunyai ramai kawan-kawan sebaya yang berpengaruh positif. kawan-kawan yang saya masih simpan buat selamanya. kawan seperti Lyana, kawan akhrab saya dari Darjah 1, Sarah, Emy, Bobby dan yang lain-lain. terima kasih kawan-kawan, YOU MAKE ME WHAT I AM TODAY. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy hell i just used alot of my brain cells trying to karang whatever's on top. Poly's making me stupid. i don't remember stuff well anymore. i've got short-term memory. i don't study as well as i used to. i can't apply, i can't read properly sometimes. WHAT THE FUUUACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay on a lighter note, this week has been a blast, only with a few minor glitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Debra baby on Monday, Najib was there too! awww i miss him and the other jackasses. anyway, smoked in school for abit, then went to watch Phobia 2 at JP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with Guy 10004490230 on Tuesday. nice hair, sweet kinda guy. but painfully lame, an i MEAN painful. his jokes are so lame, that i'd rather shave off all of a horse's hair and count them one by one, no hands! or, rather, i'd rather scrape off all my skin with a satay stick and cook them in a broth, and eat it. what a bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with Afizan to buy his 32GB iTouch on Wednesday. ORGASMMMMMMMM~ maybe i should buy one too. HEHEEHEHEH. but a friend said NOOOOOOOOO don't waste your money. it costs $468. hmmmm. shall save up and not eat for the next 4 months. anyway i bought a pair of Red Vanssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss HEHEHEH so mothaluvin' happeeeeeee. met Bob-bleh at night, sat around at Harbourfront SB. coincidentally Emy balik cruise! &lt;3&lt;3 fetched her and got lotsa laughs that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to doll-up my friend Izan at her house on Thursday. lots of glitches, i'm not exactly good. thank god my classmate Shiyun was around, so she helped me ALOT. thanks baby. met Sarah and Faizal then at Westmall. then Faizal was a darling, sent me to Bugis on his motor. THANKSSSSS BRO. met the Kaki Foto kaki gereks. Starbucks Bugis and then ate at Tong Seng. Tong Seng isn't much big of a deal. the service is really fast though, and the atmosphere is fantastic. but nothing much lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK DAH BYE NEXT WEEK I UPDATE LAGI K MUACKSSS LURP YOU ALL BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-8172878068918667561?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/8172878068918667561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-my-friends-make-me-what-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/8172878068918667561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/8172878068918667561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-my-friends-make-me-what-i-am.html' title='because my friends make me what i am today.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SsYUgPMVmrI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jTxrAOV7Ess/s72-c/dg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-5817084015735399068</id><published>2009-09-21T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:33:01.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bugger messaged me at 3.18 am in the morning asking me why i haven't asked him for forgiveness yet. God, I just realised how long i haven't been in contact with him and frankly, i'm missing his company loads although he is super dumb and doesn't even know how to string a proper english sentence well enough to be understood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dear friend once told me before that he finds a particular girl irritating at times because she can be quite whiny about work. Sometimes, she can be quite dumb too. He couldn't stand her personality but these traits are exactly the reason why he loves her so goddamned much because she stands out among the rest. I know he is not able to live without her, and i am so happy they're starting anew. well done you bastard, don't screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this exactly proves my point, most of the time it is something negative about a person that creates a huge impact in your life. to hell with talents and charm and whatnot, it's the irksome traits that one remembers after the particular person leaves you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;br /&gt;everyone's nice in a way&lt;br /&gt;and everyone has a talent&lt;br /&gt;and everyone is attractive.... well, mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not everyone&lt;br /&gt;have the same disgusting habits&lt;br /&gt;have the same infectious laugh&lt;br /&gt;have the inability to talk in proper english&lt;br /&gt;are naggy and overly-concerned to the point of irritatingness&lt;br /&gt;are over-excited about everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's time for me to go, i hope my friends will remember me as the most vulgar bitch they have ever met or the one who dug up her ear and ate the grime or the one who have this ugly, unwomanly man laugh. not the part where i'm pretty, and sweet and nice and everything. MUAAAAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-5817084015735399068?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/5817084015735399068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/09/bugger-messaged-me-at-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5817084015735399068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5817084015735399068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/09/bugger-messaged-me-at-3.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-6471260136532353245</id><published>2009-09-08T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:26:42.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions.</title><content type='html'>do you know what irks me the most?&lt;br /&gt;it is the inability curb my temper. i hate it that everytime when something happens, i tend to over-react. i get upset unnecessarily. i hate it when i am not in full control of what i am feeling and my emotions. it's like unleashing a dog into the wild, only to regret the action because it has brought damage to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, help me. help me find strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i loved last week.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday met up Shaifful to shoot his motorcycle and met up with Debra at night and chilled at Starbucks MS. Met Emy baby &amp;amp; Berok after that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZvUaC6liI/AAAAAAAAAck/2Pt2YM8Tnuk/s1600-h/woooooo+079-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379109201320252962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZvUaC6liI/AAAAAAAAAck/2Pt2YM8Tnuk/s320/woooooo+079-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZy3RGdWLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BtK2cPL5cS8/s1600-h/woooooo+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379113098749499570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZy3RGdWLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BtK2cPL5cS8/s320/woooooo+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lau Pa Sat and Shisha @ Mosi Cafe on Friday with the step-dragon clan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZwOxnxyWI/AAAAAAAAAcs/O3ShXj5zGVA/s1600-h/woooooo+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379110204081293666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZwOxnxyWI/AAAAAAAAAcs/O3ShXj5zGVA/s320/woooooo+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with dear sister on Saturday to Bugis Street, Bugis Junction and Vivocity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZx-o2nKoI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WzVhk3PP3Zw/s1600-h/6010_1066725683482_16861260448_169419_1474051_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379112125872941698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZx-o2nKoI/AAAAAAAAAc0/WzVhk3PP3Zw/s320/6010_1066725683482_16861260448_169419_1474051_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chilled at Marina Square with Ronny and Emy on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZ1PN5RKFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/dKZnpqCAMiw/s1600-h/Weekend+with+the+Usuals+373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379115709228984402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZ1PN5RKFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/dKZnpqCAMiw/s320/Weekend+with+the+Usuals+373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went out for Final Destination 3D with Raden and his friend Imran&lt;br /&gt;Then met up with Debra and Sam for L4D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZ2iCfMycI/AAAAAAAAAdM/685XtJdvVWo/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379117132095998402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZ2iCfMycI/AAAAAAAAAdM/685XtJdvVWo/s320/Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ HAHAHAHA. I don't have a photo with the two of them lah! so this will do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE.&lt;br /&gt;NOW HAVE TO ATTEMPT PREP CAMP TMR.&lt;br /&gt;AND NEXT WEEK IS DA REAL THING&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-6471260136532353245?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/6471260136532353245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/09/emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/6471260136532353245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/6471260136532353245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/09/emotions.html' title='emotions.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqZvUaC6liI/AAAAAAAAAck/2Pt2YM8Tnuk/s72-c/woooooo+079-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-180927147809040628</id><published>2009-09-04T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:35:55.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hi fuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine told me that my blog's dead. fuck, it kinda is, isn't it? but whatever, i'll just blog now, because im just too friggin bored to do anything else, my browser is kinda loaded with some stupid 'tatoodle' pop ups which AKU SUMPAH is very irritating. =,="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is and extremely happy happy day for me! but first thing's first, i woke up with a very bad start because i had this weird and awfully draining nightmare. the thing is the nightmare didn't occur during my beauty sleep (you know, the girls-must-have-8-hour-beauty-sleep thing), it occured during my brief 45-minute nap while waiting for Shaifful to go pasar with his nenek. it was damn weird, because in my dream, i was all alone, i took a bus from my neighbourhood with the intention of heading towards..... i don't know where, actually. so, when i boarded the bus, there weren't many people inside but slowly the passengers alighted at the next few stops and i was all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked out of the bus and to my fucking horror, i saw that i was in the middle of nowhere and the environment was just plain haunting. there was no one in sight. nada. not even an animal. i pressed the bell, and the driver stopped abruptly. and my head hit the seat in front, and my head bled. there were nails protuding out of the chair. i panicked and i ran out of the bus, i think........... i didn't remember what i did when i got up the seat... aiyah fuck. okay nevermine. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, when i stepped out of the bus, i was sucked into a whole other environment. this time, there were so many people walking around, but their faces were all..... pale. no. just really lifeless. but what i remember most are their eyes... they creep into you like they're scanning you. i remembered i felt like something was physically eating me up inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot what happened after i felt that but i remembered that there was this overhead bridge. i wanted to get to the other side. but i forgot why i would want to do that.... anyway, the way up is so steep that i had to climb up instead of walk up... on the way i saw trails of blood, and old people walking vertically... like it was no mean feat. and i was the only one struggling.... i was crying and i was vomiting and blood were still trailing down, making my climb harder to overcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly i got to the top. but i had to get to the other side. suddenly, there was howling wind, and it was seriously shaking the overhead bridge... i looked down and i was at least 50 storeys up. which was fucking unusual for an overhead bridge... it was just a mere plank that was connecting my side to the other.. i had to lie down and pull myself to get to the other side.. after a few minutes dragging myself, i was too tired.. i stood up.. lost my balance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i woke up, sweating. and the air-con is on, at 18 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;chibai i scared to sleep sia after that.. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now to happier things. after the stupid dream i met a new friend, Shaifful, to shoot his Yamaha 125z. i know i know, motor stop it HAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH but seriously the cherry red was very appealing. and i got a few good shots too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqAHyTY2sCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/0UCFtkcGfF4/s1600-h/woooooo+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377306515859746850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqAHyTY2sCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/0UCFtkcGfF4/s320/woooooo+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqAHzb-iKeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oPfRUBHAOQE/s1600-h/woooooo+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377306535345138146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqAHzb-iKeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/oPfRUBHAOQE/s320/woooooo+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOI MOTOR TENGAH ADJUST MOTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqAH0KNxHtI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wBdICDan0Yg/s1600-h/woooooo+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377306547757063890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqAH0KNxHtI/AAAAAAAAAcc/wBdICDan0Yg/s320/woooooo+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOI MOTOR AT BEST SHOT. HANDSOME SIOL *rolls eyes* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken using a Nikon D60 18-55mm and wide-angle macro lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i met Debby baby, with Emy, Berok and Nat. Berok bought me a fabric-bag yay! it has really really nice prints on it. (: VERY HAPPY OKAY, VERY FRIEND-FILLED DAY WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NEW FRIEND AND GOOD OL' FRIENDZXZXZXZ. oh yeah i got to know Debra's friend Leon too. photographer. yay. photoshoot comin' up! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes, when you're not talking to me, i wonder what is it that you're doing. somehow, whenever i go to your facebook, and i see another girl commenting you endlessly, i feel this pinch of jealousy. but... it's hard for me to say this to you. cos we're nothing. i don't know why i wake up every morning and hoping i'll see your message waiting for me. it's not like it's ever gonna happen... fuck you for making me feel like this without even trying. FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OKAY now imma give some shoutouts to ma homeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SAIFUDDIN AKA BOBBY NAH AMEK YOU WANT TO BE IN MY POST KAAAAAAAAAN! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;RADEN DONT SLEEP YOU SAY YOU WANNA READ MY POST&lt;br /&gt;SHAIFFUL PICTS AKU LAWA KAN AKU TAU HEHEHEHEHEHEAHAHHHAH ((((:&lt;br /&gt;DEBRA YOU FUCKING JACKASS TAKE CARE AT DBL O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to EMY &amp;amp; BEROK, I LURP YOU DEEP DEEP DEEP DEEP. THANKS FOR TODAY, ALTHOUGH WE JUST SPENT MERE MINUTES WITH EACH OTHER. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-180927147809040628?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/180927147809040628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/180927147809040628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/180927147809040628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams.html' title='dreams.'/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SqAHyTY2sCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/0UCFtkcGfF4/s72-c/woooooo+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-7586705739173171737</id><published>2009-05-30T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:57:26.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537428053573458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SiDz_XmWP1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/M1SourR92do/s320/nike-dunk-sb-low-ms-pacman-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SiDz_nUulzI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kW6Dpvdget4/s1600-h/nike-dunk-sb-low-ms-pacman-2-287x189.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537638033659122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SiD0Ll1gFPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Vyo2OemZxGY/s320/nike-dunk-sb-low-ms-pacman-2-287x189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello baby Nike Dunk SB Low Ms. Pacman.&lt;br /&gt;imma get you soon.&lt;br /&gt;wait for me okay.&lt;br /&gt;muacks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SiD00TrNAxI/AAAAAAAAAcE/hrWTSctE580/s1600-h/4677_186231555275_889060275_7010076_3286133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341538337533264658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SiD00TrNAxI/AAAAAAAAAcE/hrWTSctE580/s320/4677_186231555275_889060275_7010076_3286133_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking picture with fucking huge-ass frames.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-7586705739173171737?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/7586705739173171737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-baby-nike-dunk-sb-low-ms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/7586705739173171737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/7586705739173171737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-baby-nike-dunk-sb-low-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SiDz_XmWP1I/AAAAAAAAAbs/M1SourR92do/s72-c/nike-dunk-sb-low-ms-pacman-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119832427575471643.post-5596416155632794699</id><published>2009-05-20T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:56:26.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShPsNKOARwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/G3kY8jj7Pas/s1600-h/P4260198-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337869694189717250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShPsNKOARwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/G3kY8jj7Pas/s320/P4260198-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello world.&lt;br /&gt;god, how long has it been since i last blogged? and then i ponder, when was the last time i get to sit in front of the computer all day doing nothing but surf the internet, tediously updating web/blog geeks about my life and what is happening around me? sorry kids, poly drains me out. and the worst thing is that it is not even hectic; it's just fucking mundane. everyday we do the same stuff, see the same geeks (not DTRM04, at least haha), go to foodcourt 6 every lunch hour with full anticipation of filling our stomach with some food (though its the same, old menu) but ends up not getting even a single table to accomodate the entire class, and then after school, the weather fires up its temper, and blasts its full fucking heat to us weaklings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the infamous walk up the staircase to the school of business, which sucks the living soul outta me. you might think that being in school of business for a year and a half, you get used to the long walk up to the classroom. the answer is NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nuff complainin', i'm happy right now. i've got bestfriends who fucking rock my world. and i miss my babyhyuks, i'm organizing a full force picnic soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are some of the pictures from Turi Beach, Batam. looking at these pictures makes me damn batam-sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP6fQ7MZ1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/22OeBxqAmRU/s1600-h/P5090399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885398390302546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP6fQ7MZ1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/22OeBxqAmRU/s320/P5090399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; crosby, alvin and me; i look so pretty here. and alvin with idiot face, crosby with crosby face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP6fKQqV5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/CXqqmVq6Ufg/s1600-h/P5100432-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885396601296786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP6fKQqV5I/AAAAAAAAAa0/CXqqmVq6Ufg/s320/P5100432-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on the boat on the way home from batam ): all fake smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP6fD7hU-I/AAAAAAAAAas/I84q40n3raA/s1600-h/n1420827490_379537_119749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885394902012898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP6fD7hU-I/AAAAAAAAAas/I84q40n3raA/s320/n1420827490_379537_119749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i kop-ed this photo from weili's blog, hehe. the isle or smth. PRETTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP6e3TqnmI/AAAAAAAAAak/U10nEprbN-Y/s1600-h/n1420827490_379576_7221137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885391513624162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP6e3TqnmI/AAAAAAAAAak/U10nEprbN-Y/s320/n1420827490_379576_7221137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; W-O-A-H, yes this is Turi Beach, Batam, and not Bali or Bintan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP6eg8ngNI/AAAAAAAAAac/XWZmOQFiwYU/s1600-h/n889060275_6877964_4050256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337885385511370962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP6eg8ngNI/AAAAAAAAAac/XWZmOQFiwYU/s320/n889060275_6877964_4050256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our 4-room apartments which is bigger than most jumbo flats here. (: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP8krP87wI/AAAAAAAAAbk/z3CYwK0pQ60/s1600-h/SANY0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337887690379292418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP8krP87wI/AAAAAAAAAbk/z3CYwK0pQ60/s320/SANY0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after three shots, we finally got the jumpe right! (: behind is the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP8krE4NzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/T9j-7Bnz6rc/s1600-h/SANY0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337887690332845874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP8krE4NzI/AAAAAAAAAbc/T9j-7Bnz6rc/s320/SANY0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nicest class picture. the colours turned out fucking well (: i love my DTRM 04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP8kXrQpNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/stUUklslyro/s1600-h/n1495316872_1017497_5587488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337887685125121234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP8kXrQpNI/AAAAAAAAAbU/stUUklslyro/s320/n1495316872_1017497_5587488.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;masdian's birthday! happy 21st, sweetheart. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP8kR_lt9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/UciPUx_22fA/s1600-h/n1495316872_1017506_7594051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337887683599775698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP8kR_lt9I/AAAAAAAAAbM/UciPUx_22fA/s320/n1495316872_1017506_7594051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;karaoke time! should have heard crosby and weili singing N'Sync. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP8kLnDGxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/kziWoZfV-Tw/s1600-h/n1420827490_380415_7346655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337887681886231314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShP8kLnDGxI/AAAAAAAAAbE/kziWoZfV-Tw/s320/n1420827490_380415_7346655.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;masdian's 1st bday surprise. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay i shall update more pictures soon okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bye world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119832427575471643-5596416155632794699?l=douceleveque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/feeds/5596416155632794699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5596416155632794699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119832427575471643/posts/default/5596416155632794699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://douceleveque.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>syazaferozan.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12311632370458471069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/SO4UDvO7FJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/rMLoEGOJEmM/S220/PA090130-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pvggdURaffs/ShPsNKOARwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/G3kY8jj7Pas/s72-c/P4260198-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
