<?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-8528659454775062901</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:49:01.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love to Hate, Hate to Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-3556448179534343582</id><published>2011-09-05T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:43:04.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a kiss to make me feel complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v_yTphvyiPU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’m afraid to close my eyes cause I might think of you. I’m afraid to open them cause I might see you. I’m afraid to move my lips cause I might speak of you. I’m afraid to listen cause I might hear my heart falling for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Arial; color: #fefd2c"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 16px/normal Courier; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’m not sure what I am to you and what we are right now but what really matters is you’re so damn special to me and I mean my life only for you. All I’m after is for you to know, you don’t have to feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-3556448179534343582?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/3556448179534343582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-kiss-to-make-me-feel-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/3556448179534343582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/3556448179534343582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-kiss-to-make-me-feel-complete.html' title='just a kiss to make me feel complete'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v_yTphvyiPU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-1888727699696596887</id><published>2011-06-21T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:04:19.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to the late user of  90867156, we are nothing but just dreadful memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You know, I’ve tried writing a perfect ‘letter’ for you, but again and again I crushed it and threw it into the bin. I seriously have no idea on what should the content be, or even finding the right words to complete a sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I have to admit, you were my ‘everything’. I was in a state of mixed feelings of missing you, hating you and even caring about you. I was trying to fix all those broken pieces. Till one day, those feelings slipped away that I finally realize there is no use of trying when those pieces don’t fit anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You were such an inspiration to me, or maybe a very good friend. I couldn’t deny that we’ve been through a lot, those up and downs that made us even closer. We were inseparable that now it is inconsolable to see what we’ve become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Talked about our anguished lives, and our devastated plus heartbroken hearts. We were both our own greatest enemies. As much as you were hurt by my absurd actions, you devastated me too. You need two hands to clap, and I think both of us are at fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yes, we both shared memorable and a haunting memories. It was just sad, that it ended with tears instead of a smile. I couldn’t deny, that you were a great friend and that I did really miss the times when it was only you and me against the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I know, I fucked up, and my foul mouth kind of make things even worst. And by the time I realize, I was already too late. That night, when you asked me to head over to your house after midnight, I knew it was do or die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was trying my best to do things right. I really did try, but it is funny how after many years, you are talking about the regrets. I couldn’t take it but to cry, and that was when I realize I’ve lost you and it is already too late. Instead of comforting, you just looked away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I’m sorry but one thing, stop blaming me and involve god. I believe in karma, and also the terms of empty vessel make the loudest noise. Yeah, I now know how terrible I am, and how much I actually mean to you. Knowing that I’ve tried, made me feel even worse. I’m fine with you letting me go, or you, moving on. But I guessed you have to make it worst by telling my secrets and also finally saying your regrets and the ‘confusion’ after many years we’ve spent time together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thank you for the years we’ve spent. It wasn’t that bad at all actually. Thank you for being there to watch over me in the times I needed you. Thank you for the late and long talks we used to have. Thank you for the sweet memories that we once shared. Thank you for the times we were each other’s pillar of strength. Thank you for the times you did care for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Thank you for the lies too, that you’re still my friend.  Thank you for not replying my messages when I was still trying.  And thank you for making me realize, after the times we’ve shared, the sweet and bitter memories are nothing but a painful piece of unworthy reminiscence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wIg8kNfJpsg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-1888727699696596887?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/1888727699696596887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/06/to-late-user-of-90867156-nothing-but.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-1401331224957169912</id><published>2011-03-22T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T01:36:21.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harga Diriku.. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EmwW7KCMjrw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-1401331224957169912?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm so glad you made time to see me&lt;br /&gt;How's life? Tell me, how's your family?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen them in a while&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've been good, busier than ever&lt;br /&gt;We small talk, work and the weather&lt;br /&gt;Your guard is up, and I know why&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the last time you saw me&lt;br /&gt;Is still burned in the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;You gave me roses, and I left them there to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So this is me swallowing my pride&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I go back to December all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December, turn around and make it alright&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;These days, I haven't been sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Staying up, playing back myself leaving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your birthday passed, and I didn't call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times&lt;br /&gt;I watched you laughing from the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;And realized I loved you in the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the cold came, the dark days&lt;br /&gt;When fear crept into my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is me swallowing my pride&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night&lt;br /&gt;And I go back to December all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;So good to me, so right&lt;br /&gt;And how you held me in your arms that September night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time you ever saw me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe this is wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;Probably mindless dreaming&lt;br /&gt;But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't&lt;br /&gt;So if the chain is on your door, I understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me swallowing my pride&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night&lt;br /&gt;And I go back to December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December, turn around and make it alright&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December, turn around and change my own mind&lt;br /&gt;I go back to December all the time, all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/8528659454775062901-599961436359227449?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/599961436359227449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-gave-me-all-your-love-and-all-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/599961436359227449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/599961436359227449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-gave-me-all-your-love-and-all-i.html' title='You gave me all your love, and all I gave you was goodbye'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QUwxKWT6m7U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-2427297773065723642</id><published>2011-02-14T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:30:46.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); "&gt;Ask me why I keep on loving you when it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me... the problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me, I can't force myself to stop loving you.  &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/8528659454775062901-2427297773065723642?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/2427297773065723642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/loving-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TfvqClTTR04" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-2340389842331747840?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/2340389842331747840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/mana-pergi-janji-mu-setia-di-sisi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/2340389842331747840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/2340389842331747840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/mana-pergi-janji-mu-setia-di-sisi.html' title='mana pergi janji mu, setia di sisi?'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TfvqClTTR04/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-2249108650079794243</id><published>2011-02-09T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T06:49:36.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Why am I afraid to lose you when you're not even mine..&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/8528659454775062901-2249108650079794243?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/2249108650079794243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/2249108650079794243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/2249108650079794243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/afraid.html' title='Afraid'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-5214428991917603558</id><published>2011-02-07T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:43:08.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puaskah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kTnsPtkSA9k" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia;font-size:14px;"&gt;Mungkin hanya bila ku mati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 20px; font-family:georgia;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kau ‘kan berhenti ‘tuk menyakiti"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-5214428991917603558?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/5214428991917603558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/puaskah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/5214428991917603558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/5214428991917603558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/puaskah.html' title='Puaskah?'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kTnsPtkSA9k/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-17464217975305330</id><published>2011-02-06T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:06:37.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I had a dream and it was about you ...&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and recalled the memories we had ...&lt;br /&gt;then I noticed a tear fell from my eyes ... you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Coz in my dream you kissed me and said goodbye ...&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/8528659454775062901-17464217975305330?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/17464217975305330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/17464217975305330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/17464217975305330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-1149330839646563222</id><published>2011-02-04T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:39:43.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not meant for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;i regret that i've made u cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;and let u choose someone else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;but don ever deny ur destiny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;coz it must be the best for u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;dont ever remember me again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;coz im not meant﻿ for u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;even i beg for ur heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;dont ever leave the someone for me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-1149330839646563222?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/1149330839646563222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-not-meant-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/1149330839646563222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/1149330839646563222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-not-meant-for-you.html' title='I&apos;m not meant for you.'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-7203601492826810702</id><published>2010-08-14T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:39:39.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think, i finally found my happy ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFkSMHle8-M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oFkSMHle8-M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-7203601492826810702?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/7203601492826810702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/7203601492826810702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/7203601492826810702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-ending.html' title='Happy Ending'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-770367001888331813</id><published>2010-07-11T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T10:00:42.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said saying Goodbye is easy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still see your face in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It hurts and it doesn't help at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still want you in my life as crazy as that seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want you to catch me when I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I still remember the first time we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There was something so different about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your friendship was something I wanted to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That smile when you said hi to me was so new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I miss you and everything you were to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ten years from now we will look back on it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We will be older and finally be able to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That love will stand the test of time and never fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And finally, all of these, are now just memories that I wish to always remember and never to forget. Even though, we are all different, the bond between us makes us the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let the pictures show it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PS: I miss them already! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDn0njwVcpI/AAAAAAAAABU/yDQOAzhYkmY/s1600/IMG_3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDn0njwVcpI/AAAAAAAAABU/yDQOAzhYkmY/s200/IMG_3290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492690181005079186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDn0msEUGmI/AAAAAAAAABE/9Cf82st7Rlg/s1600/IMG_3279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDn0msEUGmI/AAAAAAAAABE/9Cf82st7Rlg/s200/IMG_3279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492690166056491618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDnzagV2q0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1fjlxJQ6YAs/s1600/IMG_3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDnzagV2q0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1fjlxJQ6YAs/s200/IMG_3275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492688857238776642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDnzaaphr7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/rjmNgLSMahY/s1600/IMG_3274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDnzaaphr7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/rjmNgLSMahY/s200/IMG_3274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492688855710674866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDnzZ9l23MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JLCGh3BP5V0/s1600/IMG_3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDnzZ9l23MI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JLCGh3BP5V0/s200/IMG_3270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492688847910657218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDnzZV1q9uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bLEJgydDhh4/s1600/IMG_3269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDnzZV1q9uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bLEJgydDhh4/s200/IMG_3269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492688837239568098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDnzY7K8XgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lPwWYTrsu0c/s1600/IMG_3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDnzY7K8XgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lPwWYTrsu0c/s200/IMG_3267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492688830081031682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; text-align: center; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-770367001888331813?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/770367001888331813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-said-saying-goodbye-is-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/770367001888331813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/770367001888331813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-said-saying-goodbye-is-easy.html' title='Who said saying Goodbye is easy?'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TDn0njwVcpI/AAAAAAAAABU/yDQOAzhYkmY/s72-c/IMG_3290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-6349731105721795918</id><published>2010-07-02T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:37:20.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6 bloody years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6 different fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6 different pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6 different gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You were all that I need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You were all that I cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You were the one that I hit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You were the one who eventually got scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The promises and the lies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The friendship and the broken tie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The smile and the tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The pain my heart sears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All the memories disappear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And now there's no more a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Never look back my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For this is the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nina Nazliana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-6349731105721795918?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/6349731105721795918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2010/07/bloody-six.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/6349731105721795918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/6349731105721795918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2010/07/bloody-six.html' title='bloody six'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-4092399331701416866</id><published>2010-06-24T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:40:50.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is a word to represent a bond between humans. It is a word to represent the actions between humans, and it is also a word to represent kindness and also the care and concern between human beings. Love knows no boundaries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And who said, Love is only between a girl and a guy, a mother to a daughter? Who said it is all about the skin, the blood and also the pride? Love in the matter of fact, is shared between anybody and everybody. And personally, I found Love through these special people whom I called Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TCRKAsqNOfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ucjai7mbViU/s320/IMG_2961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486591621892749810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Je24 Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TCRKBARnIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAheoXMvAz8/s1600/IMG_2967.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TCRKBARnIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAheoXMvAz8/s1600/IMG_2967.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TCRKBARnIzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MAheoXMvAz8/s320/IMG_2967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486591627158299442" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Adik-Beradik Je24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Though it may be the last time that I will be spending my weekends with them, it will not be the last time that I will be spending my days with them. &lt;3&lt;/span&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/8528659454775062901-4092399331701416866?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/4092399331701416866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2010/06/unconditional-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/4092399331701416866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/4092399331701416866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2010/06/unconditional-love.html' title='Unconditional Love'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mKH4UyW9C1s/TCRKAsqNOfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ucjai7mbViU/s72-c/IMG_2961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-5610219471148494813</id><published>2009-11-19T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:25:55.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just couldn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 19px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, hirakakupro-w3, osaka, 'ms pgothic', sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jujur kukatakan kepadamu (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's the truth that when I tell you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bahwa kamu yang paling mengerti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(That you are the most understanding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Takkan ada yang lain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(There will never be others)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Menggantikan dirimu lagi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(That could replace you anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Berulang kali telah aku coba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Too many times that I have tried)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Membuka hati untuk yang lain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(To open my heart for someone else)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Namun semua berakhir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(But all ended)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;karena cintaku hanya untukmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(cause my love is only for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, arial, hirakakupro-w3, osaka, 'ms pgothic', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reff:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Salahkah diriku yang tak bisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(It's my fault for not able to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Merepikan dirimu dalam hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; (able to keep you stay in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aku telah mencoba teras ku mencoba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; (I've tried and i keep on trying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Namun ku tak bisa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(but I just couldn't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mungkin memang aku bersalah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Maybe it's really my fault)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, arial, hirakakupro-w3, osaka, 'ms pgothic', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tak bisa menjadi yang kau minta (for not able to be what you want me to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Andai dulu kutahu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(If only I've realize it last time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pasti kita masih kan bersama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I'm sure we will still be together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Karena dengan arti dirimu yang selalu ada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(In hope that you will always be there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dihati ini punya arti bersamaku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(This hope will always lingers with me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aku telah mencoba terus ku mencoba &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I've tried and i keep on trying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Namun ku tak bisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; (But i just couldn't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aku tak bisa 2x (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just couldn't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Melupakanmu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(forget you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: italic; font-family:arial, arial, hirakakupro-w3, osaka, 'ms pgothic', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nazliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-5610219471148494813?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-3899401585692410886</id><published>2009-11-15T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:45:37.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumbling down..</title><content type='html'>As i answered your phone that night,&lt;div&gt;i knew it will be something that frights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you cry your heart out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could only listen with a doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who say life always end with a happy ending? But who also say life ends with a fucking end? well, you cant assume nor can you choose. It's fate but you can always choose what you wanna be, what you wanna become, and maybe choose the right way out in being happy or sad, thinking negative or positive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've died alot of times. I cried alot of time. I was broken alot of times. But that doesn't mean that it's the end for me - i supposed. Its just that we have to move on. No matter how fucked up your life is, no matter how hurt those people left you with, you need to stand up and move on. Cos, again, its your life after all. Oh shuddup nina. Fuck and move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nazliana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-3899401585692410886?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/3899401585692410886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/11/tumbling-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/3899401585692410886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/3899401585692410886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/11/tumbling-down.html' title='tumbling down..'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-3203422687520479696</id><published>2009-10-19T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T07:51:08.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes it is better to be left unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;you were my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;you were my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;but i guessed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it's no longer anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When i first saw you, I was in love with you. When I first talk to you, I was dying to be with you. When I first get to be with you, I was crazy to live with you. But, I was wrong. When the first time you walked away, I was dying to meet you again.  When I first saw you, I was dying to love you again. But when I almost loving you again, you broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you ever loose someone you love, and when you find them back, you're like, how you've wished you never get there at all? Have you ever cry for someone, that now you feel you've wasted your tears? Have you ever cut yourself, to feel the pain but then you've realize, there was never the pain? Have you ever felt hope, and then realize it will never come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love you can't you see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I care for you, can't you feel it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I cry for you, can't you touch it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Guessed you can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And never will.&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/8528659454775062901-3203422687520479696?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/3203422687520479696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-it-is-better-to-be-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/3203422687520479696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/3203422687520479696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-it-is-better-to-be-left.html' title='sometimes it is better to be left unsaid'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-3520029908545715832</id><published>2009-10-17T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:53:02.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder cause, i can't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Sometimes in life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;when you think you are right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;it's actually wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;there's a saying that goes, love others without expecting it in return. but is it really worth it? is it really true? how could someone simply love and not get it in return? how could someone simply care and not getting concern in return? how could someone simply smile, without getting laughter in return? i wonder cause, i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes, I can never understand what is on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is the word i speak, what is the work i do. What is the song i sing. What is the rhythm i hear. What is the joke i laugh. what is tears i cry. what is the problems i fight. And mainly, what is the happiness that i'm finding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i wonder. and still wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-3520029908545715832?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/3520029908545715832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wonder-cause-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/3520029908545715832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/3520029908545715832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wonder-cause-i-cant.html' title='i wonder cause, i can&apos;t.'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-4105526154637165794</id><published>2009-10-15T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:12:28.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't believe you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;You know it hurts a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Looking at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seeing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Reading you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thinking of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You were a friend. You were my friend. You were someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You gave me hope. You gave me dream. You gave me strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You listened to me. You watched over me. You took care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But not anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You made me cry. You made me hate myself. You made me silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You are giving me pain. You are giving me hurt. You are giving me tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just leave me alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-4105526154637165794?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/4105526154637165794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-believe-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/4105526154637165794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/4105526154637165794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-believe-you.html' title='I don&apos;t believe you'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-7972741683065555803</id><published>2009-10-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:40:25.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a piece of plain white paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our life is just like a piece of white paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We scribble on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We draw on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We make it colorful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We made it looked Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We make it important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despite all the colors, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We must remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are just a piece of White Paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despite the laughter I've seen, Despite the tears I've shed, Despite the words I've used, Despite the life I've been living, I just think, Life is something that I should learn to accept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I dream too much that I can't see the truth. I hoped too much that I can't see reality. I laugh too much that I can no longer see the sadness in me. I change to much, that I can no longer see the REAL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; People come to your life for a reason. But i just think some people just come to your life to make you Happy. To make you Smile. To make you Dream. To make you Laugh. To make you Hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And then, they'll be the one who takes everything away from you and fuck up your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People always say, we must stand back up whenever we fall. But i think, i fell too much that i can no longer stand back up.It hurts to be hurt. It's tiring to always cry. It sucks to always hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But isn't hatred what you've made me into?&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/8528659454775062901-7972741683065555803?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/7972741683065555803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-piece-of-plain-white-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/7972741683065555803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/7972741683065555803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-piece-of-plain-white-paper.html' title='Just a piece of plain white paper'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-4920135987277496844</id><published>2009-10-10T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:05:58.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Already gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Every night I cry myself to sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause I was hoping you to be there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But now I know I only have the memories to keep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause you no longer care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can't you see I'm crying every night?  Can't you see I'm dying inside? Can't you see I'm giving up? Can't you see I'm faking my smile? Can't you see I barely laugh? Can't you see I'm lonely? can't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need you to show me that you care.  I need you to help me. I need you to be there. I need you to show me. I need you to love me. I need you to hear me. Or maybe, I just Needed you to KILL me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes i wonder, why do i always helping people? Why do I always try to make people happy? Why do I always make people laugh? Why do I always please them? Why can't I be them? I cared so much that I lied so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The picture that you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the picture that you hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the picture that you asked me to change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the picture that you went eee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wasn't i smiling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh wait, Maybe i was dying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's just the real me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nina Nazliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-4920135987277496844?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/4920135987277496844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-already-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/4920135987277496844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/4920135987277496844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-already-gone.html' title='I&apos;m Already gone'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-4072551064174255564</id><published>2009-10-09T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:51:30.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my life away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just feel that sometimes in life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we do too many stupid mistakes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That now, we are clueless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;of the wrong and right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In life, we have always occupy ourselves with things to do and even things to say. We fill our life with happiness and We share it with laughters. We fill our life with hope and We share it with dreams. We fill our life with love and We share it with care and concern. But is it always enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What if, I wanna fill my life with happiness, do I always end up laughing? What if I wanna fill my life with hope, will my dream always come true? And if I wanna fill my life with love, do i even feel it in return? I wonder. Cause, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I.Can't.Feel.Any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We hope to much, we dream too much, that we forgot. That life is unpredictable. If Love is really blind, then will you help me by taking my sight away? Instead of seeing hatred, I could now possibly feel love. Instead of listening to sin, I could now hear peace. Instead of sniffing sadness, I could possibly now smell the aroma of happiness. &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/8528659454775062901-4072551064174255564?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/4072551064174255564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-my-life-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/4072551064174255564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/4072551064174255564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-my-life-away.html' title='Take my life away.'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-2784481198714700367</id><published>2009-10-08T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:07:35.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no longer like what you think..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's funny how someone could smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's funny how someone could laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's funny when someone could think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's funny how someone could live cos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I can't do it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes, have you ever felt that you just wanna give up on life and just kill yourself. This feeling is bothering me badly. I'm hurt. Deeply. I'm no longer as strong to overcome this feeling anymore. I've tried cutting myself, but after awhile I'm immune to the pain. It's like, the pain that is stuck inside me now seems to be getting worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It hurts me so bad that i could just jump down from a building. I can't understand, why am i smiling so much, when I'm actually dying inside. I can't understand why am i laughing so much, when I'm actually mute inside? I can't understand why am i hearing peace, when deep down inside the sound of the war is killing me. I dun understand why am i smelling freedom, when deep down I'm actually smelling Death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've once dream. I've once hope. I've once have faith. I've have once determined. But now. I just kept crying. I just kept quiet. I just kept to myself. i just kept giving up. I'm just no longer myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nina Nazliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-2784481198714700367?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/2784481198714700367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-no-longer-like-what-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/2784481198714700367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/2784481198714700367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-no-longer-like-what-you-think.html' title='I&apos;m no longer like what you think..'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-6132930324679011521</id><published>2009-07-23T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:54:29.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i say i ♥ u, will u do me good and say u ♥ me too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes, when i dun understand. why do people hide their feelings when they love someone? and then felt hurt for not having their Love return. It sucks to have that kind of feeling. Is it that sometimes we just wanna wait and wait and wait again till the magic happens? well i feel that the magic will never happen if you never work your way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life is about exploring. Love is about giving. Friends is about Laughter.&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/8528659454775062901-6132930324679011521?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/6132930324679011521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-say-i-u-will-u-do-me-good-and-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/6132930324679011521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/6132930324679011521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-say-i-u-will-u-do-me-good-and-say.html' title='if i say i ♥ u, will u do me good and say u ♥ me too?'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-1522158802832700576</id><published>2009-07-14T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:54:50.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for my happy ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Let's talk this over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not like we're dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was it something I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was it something You said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't leave me hanging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a city so dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Held up so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On such a breakable thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You've got your dumb friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But so are they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All the shit that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[CD version]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All the stuff that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[radio edited version]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's nice to know that you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And letting me know we were done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes in life when you think everything was going right, unfortunately the other way round. I'm no longer as strong as what you think. I'm not as Loud as what you hear. I'm not as what you see now. I laughed so hard so you could not see my tears. I hurt myself so you wouldn't feel hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One Thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Life. Sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-1522158802832700576?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/1522158802832700576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-for-my-happy-ending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/1522158802832700576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/1522158802832700576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-much-for-my-happy-ending.html' title='So much for my happy ending'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-3877805834478129069</id><published>2009-06-30T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:20:29.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're only almost here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did I hear you right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'cause I thought you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let's think it over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You have been my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I never planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Growing old without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shadows bleeding through the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where the love once shined so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Came without a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't let go on us tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love's not always black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'cause your only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I had a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh won't you let me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Treat me like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Throw your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh please protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bruised and battered by your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dazed and shattered now it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I know that's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'cause you're only almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bruised and battered by your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dazed and shattered now it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Haven't I always loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But when I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You're almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well I never knew how far behind I'd left you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And when I hold you you're almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well I'm sorry that I took our love for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now I'm with you I'm close to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'cause I know I'm almost here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Only almost here,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It has been three days, that i kept dreaming and thinking of you. Every time i'm alone, I was hoping for you to be with me. hug me when i need someone. Listen to me when i need someone to hear. Slap me when i need someone to shut me up. Love me as i need someone to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You bring tears to my eyes each night knowing that you are no longer there. 6 years to know that you are the one. 6 years to know that i love you. 6 years to know we have separate. 6 more years to know we disappeared. I love you. I miss you. I know it is too late now, but maybe i was foolish to take advantage of having you around. looking at the picture, the love letter, the ring, makes me cry and sigh longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm searching for you, but you are not there. I'm thinking of you but i don't know if you still care. nothing have change, only my heart getting distorted and in pieces. Having you in my dreams were something that i didn't expect. I wasn't expecting. I'm hurt,. cos you are only almost here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't let me go, i'm still waiting and hoping....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nina Nazliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-3877805834478129069?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/3877805834478129069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-only-almost-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/3877805834478129069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/3877805834478129069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-only-almost-here.html' title='you&apos;re only almost here...'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-7726642664325127714</id><published>2009-06-27T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:12:40.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry,.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I would lie awake in the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just waiting for a car to hit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Could I get your attention for just this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For just tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I would cry myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Would I wake up in a bed of tears with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or would you let me drown in my own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I leave a note to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will that be enough to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I tried my best to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will you do your best to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Hey hey) I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I could just take back what I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And tell you I hate the man that I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Would you make me a promise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To never let me do this to you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I had my way right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd be alone with you right next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Speaking softly, telling me that you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Since the day I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I knew you were the one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And now you're gone and I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Waiting for you my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I leave a note to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will that be enough to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I tried my best to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will you do your best to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Hey hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm sorry for the way I ran out on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'd apologize but you don't want me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't even mind if you're not listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want the world to know I'd give up anything for you(for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I leave a note to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will that be enough to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I tried my best to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will you do your best to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Hey hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I leave a note to say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will that be enough to make you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I tried my best to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will you do your best to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-I'm Sorry [ Dan Erickson ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A song that i think everyone should listen. Something that is more into our life. Thanks to Shaun, i'm attached to this song. It reminds me, sometimes, people let go when they are not supposed to. While some, hold onto when they need to let it go. Why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;? I wonder. We cry over things that are not meant to waste time on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, Life's like that. Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound of something else. Somethings hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you shouldn't. And, that's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's too late to turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Nina Nazliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-7726642664325127714?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/7726642664325127714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/7726642664325127714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/7726642664325127714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry,.'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-7465993750926504929</id><published>2009-06-16T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:37:55.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes when you think that everything is gonna be ok,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that's when all the shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One thing sure, friends are not forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've felt all the heartaches in the world. Be it about life, love, or worst in friendships. All of it have make an impact on me. Making me so numb that i almost lost my feelings. But one thing sure, it has make me a stronger individual who care no shit about anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I used to think that friends are forever. I used to love someone more than myself. That's when i realize i'm losing myself real bad. I gave so much that in the end, i was still alone. I tried my best in the friendship, but yet again betrayal seems to be my friend instead. I trust so much that i was lied. I wonder why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;6 years of my life, i told myself, that everything was ok. But no. I lied to myself. It only took me  6 years for me to loose my happiness. All of it. So don't you ever talk or cry about something that I've cried long ago. One thing sure, what ever that happens, I have to stand back up again. That is why, i always tend to stay stronger than my usual strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;Ive always told myself, people come and go in your life. Never should i be discouraged or feel upset. Look up, stand up, and move forward. Love myself more than I love others. Cause in the very end, whatever that I've been through with YOU, I dun want that to happen to anyone else. Leave me alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, it is better to be strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;Nina Nazliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-7465993750926504929?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/7465993750926504929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/7465993750926504929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/7465993750926504929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bye.html' title='Good bye'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-5287394902610380892</id><published>2009-06-15T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:55:24.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends Vs Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(141, 147, 157);   font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend will tell you what you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend will always tell the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend seeks to help you with your problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend will be there for you all through school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend will be there till the day you die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend will bail you out of prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend will be sitting next to you saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"damn that was fun!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend hates it when you call after they've gone to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend asks you why you took so long to call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend wonders about your romantic history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend could blackmail you with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend calls you after you had a fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend has never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend has shoulders soggy from your tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend doesn't know your parents' first names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend has their phone numbers in his address book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend expects you to always be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend expects to always be there for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A good friend is someone you enjoy hanging out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A true friend is someone you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(141, 147, 157);  font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Someone ever tell me that I'm his/her good friend. I felt good. And after that i kept wondering, what's the difference between good and the best till I found this. I no longer wants to be his/her good friend. This made me think and has made me realize that I'm pushing myself and trying to be at the best to someone who may not see me as their best. It hurts. Maybe cause i put too much effort in the friendship, when the someone is not appreciating my presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;SOMEONE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't you ever realize that i care for you so much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Don't you know that I wish and hoped the best for you everyday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt; When ever you needed me, wasn't i there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wasn't I there to see you cry? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wasn't I there to hear your cries? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Wasn't I there at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was there when you needed me. Where were you when I needed YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nina Nazliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;- - - - - - - - -  - - - -  - - - - -  - - - - - - -  - - - -  - - - - - -  - - - - - - - - - - -  - - - - - -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Friends'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-2270388887955064409</id><published>2009-06-15T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:19:35.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Un-Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes I asked myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is the meaning of Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To care about someone's heart, body or health?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Or is it about the lust that you will serve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;One thing sure about my love story,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is always dull and my pages are still very much empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My heart can no longer share the happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause my heart needs time to cure first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why must we always part with the ones we care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instead of them, we have enemies to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is this what we call love for someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be it a friend, family, daughter or son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just hate the emotion of sadness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cause that's when our life felt the emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But Somehow that's when the meaning of love is tested,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whether a happy ending or one's dream shattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I ever asked a certain someone, whether he/she wants to go into a relationship. The most thing the person said was '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;haven found the person i wan to commit to'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the person continued saying that people these days go for looks and they give a lot of reasons to say No to the people who are not appealing to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wonder why. Why do we take advantage of people who actually care and love us? Why do we not see it till the person is gone? Why do we regret  at the very end? Why do we alway wants to make ourself feels good by trying to have the best? But eventually it doesn't last or worst, we don't even have a chance! And still. I wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Love is not something that we can feel everyday other than Hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nina Nazliana&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/8528659454775062901-2270388887955064409?l=verticordious.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/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-527703180402318151</id><published>2009-06-13T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:32:11.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm Gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;I was not myself this few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't know what actually i'm supposed to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just can't be left sitting all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cos soon I'll be thinking about the piece of stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;When i think about my future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;All I think is about sadness, death for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Knowing a piece of stone with my name will be on top of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;It will then reflect on my deeds and sins after all i've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Many questions is on my mind right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Will i end up burning in flame or smiling and end it with a bow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Will people remember me cause of my kindness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Or even worse, they end up giving me a curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;But i know life is never easy nor is it hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I know I can't regret now cos i've been bad from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;But when i'm gone all i ever want is Peace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Cos that's the only thing that my soul will be at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;When I'm gone don't even cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm not asking for sympathy but just a smile that i wanna see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Look at me for the last time when i'm still lying on my bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Most importantly, remember me when i'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;* Only Love and Death Change All Things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Nina Nazliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-527703180402318151?l=verticordious.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/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-1881160203517794419</id><published>2009-06-12T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:06:59.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpio Vs Friendship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relationships with Scorpio are always complicated, just like the person, their relationships are a series of extremes, they can even be downright moody for no apparent reason. Scorpios are known for their possessiveness and jealousy but on the other hand, they are extremely loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Scorpios have an&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; excellent memory&lt;/span&gt; and combined with an inability to let things go, they c&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;an hold a grudge against som&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eone who did them harm forever&lt;/span&gt;, in fact a Scorpio rarely if &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never forgives and forgets.&lt;/span&gt; They will even go as far as get vengeance on the person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;On the other hand, t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey will always remember a kind gesture forever and repay it.&lt;/span&gt; Any kind selfless gesture done to a Scorpio will gain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust and respect which is extremely important to them in any relationship, either romantic or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The best advice is to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;hone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;st &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;with a Scorpio friend and in return, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;you will gain an amazing friend you will never forget and who will be loyal to you and never make false promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;. Their truthful and shocking sense of humor if different than that of any other zodiac sign and the Scorpio makes an amazing, powerful interesting friend that can be trusted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:large;"&gt;I Am A Scorpio. And I Love Being One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Love me, Believe me. Hate me, Leave Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times;"&gt;Nina Nazliana&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/8528659454775062901-1881160203517794419?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/1881160203517794419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/scorpio-vs-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/1881160203517794419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/1881160203517794419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/scorpio-vs-friendship.html' title='Scorpio Vs Friendship.'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-2981060653783497902</id><published>2009-06-11T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:06:50.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only,..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I used to think that i was strong. I used to think that's life is all about being rebellious. I used to think that smoking was cool. I used to think that I can be who I wanna be. I used to think that I was important. I used to think that Dreams are something that is true. And the most of all is that,  I used to think that friends are forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, now, in this very moment, it seemed that everything that I said is something that is stupid and never possible. I just realize that I'm actually a weak soul who have done too many stupid things in life that i just don't realize. Worst, Someone once told me, I tend to ignore and hurt the person who loves me, and eventually loves the person who actually is ignoring me by doing something that I'm not supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This actually kept me thinking. Is it really my fault? For an individual, I just wanna make people around me feel the happiness and feel that they are wanted somehow. And I'm not asking anything for a return. But it's just that I felt in times people may misjudge me for something that I didn't mean to do or say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For me, I just wanna be happy with the people whom I love, Even though when deep inside me, I'm hurt or sad. I know, I kept too many things inside me, and it's bugging me all the time. I just dunno who to tell. If only life was much easier. If only someone could just hear me out. If only someone understands me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But yet again, it will always be another 'If Only'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-2981060653783497902?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/2981060653783497902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/2981060653783497902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/2981060653783497902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-only.html' title='If Only,..'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528659454775062901.post-56131875615039236</id><published>2009-06-10T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:52:09.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Still Moving On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hurtful when too many things kept inside you. The worst is that you don't wanna say it out cause the feeling of wanting to be left alone and becoming a hero trying to solve the problems yourself. - And you know you can't even do it! It sucks. It hurts. But Life still have to move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it seemed yesterday was the day that everything came trembling down. I lost my grandmother. I know, I may not be as close, but her loss seems to be affecting in a way or another. Looking at her and kissing her forehead for a last time kinda hurts me a lot. I pray that her soul will always be at peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This makes me realize that life is actually short. Life is full of unexpected things that will just make your life crazy. In one day, you will find your happiness, and in a second, it will just be your worst nightmare. And it make me realize how much i've actually hurt a lot of people in a way or another. Be it I did it in purpose or the other way round. And What if, one day my tomorrow never comes. I'll bet i'll regret and will be swearing at myself.  But one thing sure, Life have to keep moving on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna change. I wanna live. I wanna cry. I wanna laugh. I wanna do things that i have not yet done. I wanna love. I wanna hate.  Cause in the end, I wanna repent And I don't wanna die yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nina Nazliana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528659454775062901-56131875615039236?l=verticordious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/feeds/56131875615039236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-still-moving-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/56131875615039236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528659454775062901/posts/default/56131875615039236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verticordious.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-still-moving-on.html' title='Life Still Moving On!'/><author><name>Nazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15937162119936154252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mfIV4WG4raE/Si-ojw09bRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5ZLAars5jlI/S220/n771334901_1163540_8681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
