<?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-8700365282369626511</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:20:44.511+08:00</updated><category term='sa'/><title type='text'>a r dent LOV E</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>337</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7326366684641355706</id><published>2012-02-14T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T22:51:21.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; " feeling terribly bad about myself. you know those feelings where you seriously need to change. i am turning twenty-two in exactly two weeks time. i feel like i need to wake up from all the day dreaming. i know everything will definitely change by the end of the year. Alhamdulillah, i am prepared to adapt with the upcoming changes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all i wish my twenty-two to spend it with the ones i love. whats more can i ask for, well wishes and Du'a. May Allah Bless us all. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7326366684641355706?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7326366684641355706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2012/02/crossroad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7326366684641355706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7326366684641355706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2012/02/crossroad.html' title='crossroad.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-1433040828814972909</id><published>2012-02-05T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T21:18:57.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uneasy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span  &gt;  " &lt;span style="line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin, you know real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way. Something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to your sense of yourself. You need to know things that others don’t know. It’s what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.  "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-1433040828814972909?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/1433040828814972909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2012/02/uneasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1433040828814972909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1433040828814972909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2012/02/uneasy.html' title='uneasy.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7204029167787413122</id><published>2012-01-29T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:46:49.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRL4SipDRCY/TyVSOQTYmgI/AAAAAAAAC8U/PlENU5LIXIM/s1600/IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRL4SipDRCY/TyVSOQTYmgI/AAAAAAAAC8U/PlENU5LIXIM/s400/IMG.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703054907982518786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span&gt; " i didnt realized the clock was running fast. Whats more, the second month of the year is drawing near. i couldnt believed that i am turning twenty two in a months time. i dont wish for anything more but good health and be happy. i am not looking forward to big presents, surprises or big party. this year should be more simple and special. well, hoping for my big gift at the end of the year, Insya'Allah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;and so whats for the new year? i was not hoping to be thin or petite. i was not hoping to date the guy next door or even to dress like &lt;i&gt;Yuna&lt;/i&gt;. i wanted to be myself, to be honest with every single things about me like seriously be myself. whats more i know i dont fall in love with the guy at &lt;i&gt;mukabuku&lt;/i&gt;. what the hell i am blabbering about now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;someone told me he wants to go Istanbul, another two person told me they wanted to go Cordob&lt;span style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;a but where i wish to go? Nothing more, just a day spend in my room drinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;my favourite drink, eat my favourite tidbits, watch my favourite show and all with my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;favourite&lt;i&gt; second-half&lt;/i&gt;. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7204029167787413122?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7204029167787413122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-didnt-realized-clock-was-running-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7204029167787413122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7204029167787413122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-didnt-realized-clock-was-running-fast.html' title='time flies.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iRL4SipDRCY/TyVSOQTYmgI/AAAAAAAAC8U/PlENU5LIXIM/s72-c/IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8913019062570239162</id><published>2012-01-13T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:27:01.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; " happiness have always been the only thing someone wants. it is our own life, always do what we love, and do it often. if we dont like something, change it. if we feel we do not have enough time, stop wasting time. Stop also analyzing on things that are not worth for. Life is simple, you should open your mind, arms and heart to new things and people. Because we shall accept the differences. Life totally involve everything and everyone that come across you everyday. Life definitely is about the people you meet and the things you create with them. Even if you had to go through difficulties, I am sure you will create happiness with the people you meet. " &lt;/center&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/8700365282369626511-8913019062570239162?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8913019062570239162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8913019062570239162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8913019062570239162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2012/01/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7521819056417948328</id><published>2011-12-31T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:42:58.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another year ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3t9uRWTTK0k/TwG8CSEtzkI/AAAAAAAAC8I/jEY6JKhkrX0/s1600/IMG_1689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3t9uRWTTK0k/TwG8CSEtzkI/AAAAAAAAC8I/jEY6JKhkrX0/s400/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693038151370395202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; Two-eleven. i am hoping the best of myself for the year.&lt;div&gt;like how drama series 'Tentang Dhia' had to end, i hope my love life will end the same, Insya'Allah with Allah's guidance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"because i have realised that I am old enough to think on my own, to decide what is right or wrong, I want grow and live life to be a better person. i dont want monkey see, monkey do. what matters the most, be yourself wherever you go and make others accept you for who you are. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7521819056417948328?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7521819056417948328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-year-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7521819056417948328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7521819056417948328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-year-ahead.html' title='another year ahead.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3t9uRWTTK0k/TwG8CSEtzkI/AAAAAAAAC8I/jEY6JKhkrX0/s72-c/IMG_1689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8181191694233739205</id><published>2011-12-11T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T22:46:13.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a wonderwoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vH3ZovTtmkk/TuS6rRoSVGI/AAAAAAAAC78/rWLOnqH-JCc/s1600/edit%2Bone.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vH3ZovTtmkk/TuS6rRoSVGI/AAAAAAAAC78/rWLOnqH-JCc/s400/edit%2Bone.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684873882277925986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; " i am perfectly fine being the clumsiest girl. at most, i dont see it as i am such a fool myself but i know i am not a perfect person. see, i know my true-self.&lt;div&gt;you know, i might not be the most friendliest girl wherever i go. when it comes to work, i work hard and dont care about others, i would prefer to mind my own business. some would think i am just another arrogant bitch or just not being easy going, it doesnt matter anyway. i like things to have boundaries. ill remain to stay at my seat and be myself. i am definitely happy with this. i guess i have a different mindset than the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, it seems now i dont see the existance of some friends. i cant deny i still miss them, but eould the other party feels the same? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now, i know i would complete the rainbow of my life. i am happy to have mom being there always despite the pain shes facing, i am happy ayah have always stays to be the first tiptop man in my heart, i am happy to have irritating annoying siblings, i am happy to have my bacenboy, i am happy to have my other family members, i am happy to be working too. god have given me everything, rainbow in my pocket. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8181191694233739205?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8181191694233739205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-wonderwoman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8181191694233739205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8181191694233739205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-wonderwoman.html' title='not a wonderwoman'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vH3ZovTtmkk/TuS6rRoSVGI/AAAAAAAAC78/rWLOnqH-JCc/s72-c/edit%2Bone.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8077204346150590038</id><published>2011-12-03T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:15:32.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9a5N0Casiw/TtuEmpYVW_I/AAAAAAAAC7w/a8QV2DRNHoc/s1600/IMG_1446.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9a5N0Casiw/TtuEmpYVW_I/AAAAAAAAC7w/a8QV2DRNHoc/s400/IMG_1446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682281154335824882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;" ohmy, i guess my 2011 seems to be the most relaxing year ever, the first two months on school, the other months and about six months were wasted at home but an experiencing one. now, its the finale of the year, i am happy with bits and pieces that happened. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know, my other half seems to be the person i date, love, hate and hoping to be my bestfriends forever. i really enjoy the time we joke around, the time we both give each other that specific stare and just smile. i love the time spent at random places and chilling while snapping random photos and eating junk food. the most romantic moment would be staying up all night to settle the arguments and problems. It seems we can completely be our self and we still do love each other (remind me of not being able to be more ladylike).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`it may have been in bits and pieces, but i gave you the best of me. "  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8077204346150590038?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8077204346150590038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/12/december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8077204346150590038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8077204346150590038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/12/december.html' title='December'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_9a5N0Casiw/TtuEmpYVW_I/AAAAAAAAC7w/a8QV2DRNHoc/s72-c/IMG_1446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3545454076525291274</id><published>2011-11-05T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:07:54.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekends.</title><content type='html'>" and so it simply a start of the weekend with an additional of one day. isn't everything seems to be so good to have this kind of weekend? Definitely yes. i need my sleep, i need my time because i miss all the excitement i use to enjoy. well, i should put my mind on a positive side as i know whatever i am currently going through is another pace of life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems Nescafe doesn't work on me. or maybe too much caffeine in my body which i don't feel the after effect of drinking it. i guess i have too much intake of something sweet lately and it shows how sweet i can be at times. ;) dieting is not working on me, i stock food in my office cabinet, to be exact, its tidbits. FATS! twenty kilos ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a brighter note, Salam Aidiladha everyone. Insya'Allah one day i'll see &lt;i&gt;Kaabah&lt;/i&gt; infront of me. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3545454076525291274?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3545454076525291274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3545454076525291274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3545454076525291274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/11/long-weekends.html' title='long weekends.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3399844874487065793</id><published>2011-10-30T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:54:07.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another pace of life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;" i have always thought i'll be rotting at home and upgrade my housewife skills. well then i am sure whatever happened now was Allah's determined, i am grateful and thankful that i was given the opportunity to take another step to know what life was about. &lt;div&gt;deciding what was next in my life, i never thought twice but finally settling down in a career life. Joining MI was not my choice either but knowing i have to settle down anytime soon, i felt welcomed having my new colleagues helping me through to be comfortable working there. hoping my career path would be a success, Insya'Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of the great breakthroughs on the spiritual journey is the discovery that everything we are seeking is with us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the other side of the note,&lt;i&gt; i find it cute when couples act like best friends. &lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3399844874487065793?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3399844874487065793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-pace-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3399844874487065793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3399844874487065793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-pace-of-life.html' title='another pace of life.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6888680479868995418</id><published>2011-10-27T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T17:53:31.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer or winter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"somehow i never like the weather these days. it would either be raining heavily or it would be too hot to call it summer. its good enough we dont live in a seasonal country or going through flood and earthquakes. well, we shall really feel grateful and treasuring what we are going through now. pray for them who suffered through the flood in bangkok. may we be bless. another random thoughts. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-6888680479868995418?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6888680479868995418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/summer-or-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6888680479868995418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6888680479868995418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/summer-or-winter.html' title='summer or winter?'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7974559844371248708</id><published>2011-10-23T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:17:56.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;" when was the last time my mind was at ease? sometimes i cry to sleep, sometimes i stare on blank space or even sometimes i think too much where i just can't seems to think the right way. no point blaming anyone or pointing fingers, own reflections work anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekdays, i hope you will be my personal favorite since i will spend most of the time with you. and dearest weekends, i hope you will be true to me because i will spend my favorite past-time with you even if its by my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, i guess its time for me to have my time alone. without you, you and you.thank you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7974559844371248708?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7974559844371248708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/ohwell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7974559844371248708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7974559844371248708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/ohwell.html' title='ohwell'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8116738569509760634</id><published>2011-10-15T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T00:17:09.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yr14jRpU6nc/TphlpaRHPXI/AAAAAAAAC7M/vKV4HKCw278/s1600/182996_10150093922248575_607698574_6390307_5451375_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yr14jRpU6nc/TphlpaRHPXI/AAAAAAAAC7M/vKV4HKCw278/s400/182996_10150093922248575_607698574_6390307_5451375_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663388293518540146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; " After going through a rushy week, i went crazy over shopping. The reasons about me &lt;i&gt;dislike&lt;/i&gt; being a girl is all because we tend to get crazy over clothes, shoes, heels, makeups and bags. I guess most girls really need to &lt;i&gt;froze&lt;/i&gt; their money or ATM cards. Rather stupid but may works which is place them on a zip-lock bag and then keep them in your fridge, why not try it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;We girls spent to look good, what about the boys? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Eventually after 7months at home, I have learnt so much besides cooking, food and house chores. It make me more prepared for the future. Life simply easy when you are at home, i mean be at home for good! I am not excited for work, a little worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;On the other hand, there's something in me or maybe my brain don't function properly. my past seems to haunt me. There are things you can't forget because it happened too sudden. life it is you see. whatever it is, i just want my happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;note to self: cry all you want, if you really don't care after you cry a bucket of tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;well enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the Big Things. And don't ponder over the mistakes and the bad moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8116738569509760634?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8116738569509760634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/after-going-through-rushy-week-i-went.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8116738569509760634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8116738569509760634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/after-going-through-rushy-week-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yr14jRpU6nc/TphlpaRHPXI/AAAAAAAAC7M/vKV4HKCw278/s72-c/182996_10150093922248575_607698574_6390307_5451375_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-2628259626760168896</id><published>2011-10-11T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:37:42.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JsyF0xafTXo/TpRc5PIWwxI/AAAAAAAAC7A/EMo9OzjEfm8/s1600/215681_10150153675068575_607698574_6754773_2685038_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JsyF0xafTXo/TpRc5PIWwxI/AAAAAAAAC7A/EMo9OzjEfm8/s400/215681_10150153675068575_607698574_6754773_2685038_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662252769895432978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; " sometimes i almost lost count on how long i've dated my boy. sometimes i forget everything about us. sometimes i can't stop thinking about bacen. but then i have never left my heart to stop beating to love him. i still love the time spend looking at our pictures since twothousandfive. Many things change, i'm still the clumsiest "anje". &lt;div&gt;then i realized how much i change from the rebellious teenage girl and the person i am currently. its funny how you see yourself growing up, noticing every fats that grows in between your flesh, pimples popping out everywhere on your face, the day you learnt to tie a ponytail and the funniest thing will be to be in trend. well i miss wearing my school uniform, especially my tight altered skirt and many girls favourite school shoes which was bought at fivedollars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally now i am grown up, what's next for me? Insya'Allah i will be a better someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' I am grown up! ' "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;`YEAH, I've made many mistakes. Life didn't come with instructions.` &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-2628259626760168896?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/2628259626760168896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/reminiscing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2628259626760168896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2628259626760168896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JsyF0xafTXo/TpRc5PIWwxI/AAAAAAAAC7A/EMo9OzjEfm8/s72-c/215681_10150153675068575_607698574_6754773_2685038_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6394779653971587944</id><published>2011-10-09T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:35:14.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kHgKnMYDNiM/TpB2zfBiwCI/AAAAAAAAC64/cKmvhsTnhjg/s1600/cats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kHgKnMYDNiM/TpB2zfBiwCI/AAAAAAAAC64/cKmvhsTnhjg/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661155358478090274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; "October starts with a great event which was the second wedding for the maternal side (which before this was my sis wedding of the year), my cousin's wedding. Alhamdulillah, as their years of relationship ends with full of love, hardship and challenges and I am proud that they finally get married. such a happy ending. Hoping my relationship would be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; " &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; " &gt; Besides the blissful event, on a happier note I am soon will be starting my career life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All of us left with about eleven weeks before we bid farewell to our dearest twenty-eleven. sadly, i have wasted six months of my precious moments at home. Proudly to say I have well-played my role as a daughter and wife-to-be. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh my, its almost twelve-thirty in the middle of midnight. something i felt that i lost touch of the time, my bed, my usual habits and everything that right in-front of me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkPxkNYHLhQ/TpB2zZzkosI/AAAAAAAAC6w/G58Yj_ai11A/s1600/297666_10150308820293575_607698574_8068179_1868391212_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkPxkNYHLhQ/TpB2zZzkosI/AAAAAAAAC6w/G58Yj_ai11A/s400/297666_10150308820293575_607698574_8068179_1868391212_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661155357077316290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-6394779653971587944?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6394779653971587944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-starts-with-great-event-which.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6394779653971587944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6394779653971587944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-starts-with-great-event-which.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kHgKnMYDNiM/TpB2zfBiwCI/AAAAAAAAC64/cKmvhsTnhjg/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-2484168601087136669</id><published>2011-09-27T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:56:21.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the big smiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29639754?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the 25th of the month hits on the calendar again. Alhamdulillah 76th months and of course more to come by our ways. Insya'Allah, and please do pray that both of us stay strong together. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Other from all the happy things, finally I will settled down with an innocent job. what more can I say, pray to Allah and be grateful that 'rezeki datang dariNya'. Alhamdulillah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as for now, i feel like jumping up and down like one crazy chimpanzee! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;life have to move on, even though you dont achieved what you always wanted, something better will definitely come your way. now i realised what bacen always told me was true, patience paid off. &lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mZ0aFItiCa0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;i&gt;another favorite song from Irwansyah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-2484168601087136669?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/2484168601087136669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2484168601087136669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2484168601087136669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-smiles.html' title='the big smiles.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mZ0aFItiCa0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3060094262873663748</id><published>2011-09-21T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:13:01.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTNYR4p8yhg/TnmXGVoBhkI/AAAAAAAAC6o/pEKbZd-4BVM/s1600/edit%2B1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTNYR4p8yhg/TnmXGVoBhkI/AAAAAAAAC6o/pEKbZd-4BVM/s400/edit%2B1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654716942280394306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;" i have been having weird dreams and sleepless night. oh why ohwhy. tossing around in bed at the middle of night. it seems that everything not right on their place. i have not been myself, i have been worried, i have been thinking that most things dont agree with me. the moment i dont feel good, it seems that i dont have anyone to turn to. And so at the end of the day, i keep everything to myself and worst if i cry myself to sleep. "&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes she dont wish to turn to you because you seems not to be the person she always have been with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3060094262873663748?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3060094262873663748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-been-having-weird-dreams-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3060094262873663748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3060094262873663748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-have-been-having-weird-dreams-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dTNYR4p8yhg/TnmXGVoBhkI/AAAAAAAAC6o/pEKbZd-4BVM/s72-c/edit%2B1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6423206888110291353</id><published>2011-09-19T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:44:53.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only miracle happens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;" i felt disappointed with what had seriously happened to me. my PMS level exploded lately and whats more everything else pressuring and stressing me so much. nothing seems to be my way. i felt like running away. you know the idea of migrating have been lingering on my mind. Japan seems to be another place i have been eyeing on all because i miss their sushis and strawberries. &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;annyeonghaseyo&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;Korea would be another one in mind&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt; because of their good looking facial features. Dream on baby! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;i have had more than enough sleep everyday. i feel more depressed to take a look at my bed or even watch my favourite TV's show. sometimes there are things to put a stop to. or i shall practice speech and drama, write my own scripts, do my own drama and movies? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;~ Courage does not always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "i will try again tomorrow." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-6423206888110291353?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6423206888110291353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-only-miracle-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6423206888110291353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6423206888110291353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-only-miracle-happens.html' title='if only miracle happens.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-5854792632411750892</id><published>2011-09-16T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:31:37.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovefromJapan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2V3ypgSGRI/TnNpzNPZw2I/AAAAAAAAC6g/FrPfy786cuo/s1600/399276733.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2V3ypgSGRI/TnNpzNPZw2I/AAAAAAAAC6g/FrPfy786cuo/s400/399276733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652978285728613218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; " my bacenboy finally melts my heart. Nothing else can ever beats my heart faster. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Darimu kutemukan hidupku, bagiku kaulah cinta sejati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-5854792632411750892?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/5854792632411750892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/lovefromjapan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5854792632411750892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5854792632411750892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/lovefromjapan.html' title='lovefromJapan'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2V3ypgSGRI/TnNpzNPZw2I/AAAAAAAAC6g/FrPfy786cuo/s72-c/399276733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8899873010048793848</id><published>2011-09-07T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:05:35.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul searching</title><content type='html'>-St. Francis De Sales :&lt;br /&gt; ~Have patience with all things, but chiefly have patience with yourself. Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections, but instantly set about remedying them -- every day begin the task anew.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I am not blaming anyone or myself about the bits of my imperfections. I was too young back then when I always keep telling myself that I have got a long way to go in life and I can always decide my future later. Regrets? Definitely no. Well, currently i am still soul searching. It's not about I do not even know about myself, I just need time to think far ahead. Another words, its about life, family, relationship and all. Seriously I need to know what I want in life. I am sure about what I want but haven't got the opportunity to do something I like since I was young. I am ambitious, so shall make my dream come true. I have been waiting, keep waiting and hope I will be given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to conclude, when you know you have not been doing something you want and have look forward to, you really need to take the extra miles the achieve. " &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8899873010048793848?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8899873010048793848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/soul-searching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8899873010048793848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8899873010048793848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/soul-searching.html' title='Soul searching'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6894429486811928245</id><published>2011-09-02T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:05:43.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September '11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mly1cVoHSk/TmDqsvO0ZPI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/dfeDKWE71Ws/s1600/edited%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mly1cVoHSk/TmDqsvO0ZPI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/dfeDKWE71Ws/s400/edited%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647771987036366066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; " you make me wanna say 'I do. &lt;div&gt;till today, i still remember when we started talking and texting, i remember we started dating on our own risk. you had been my be companion through out the years. what would eventually happen to me and you now if we dont meet before, will there be a possibility to still meet and fall in love? love is still blind though. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ the best relationship is when you two can act like lovers and best friends. it's when you have more playful moments than serious moments. it's when you can joke around, have unexpected hugs and random kisses. it's when you two give each other that specific stare and just smile. it's when you'll rather chill inside to watch movies, eat junk food, and cuddle than go out all the time. it's when you'll stay up all night just to settle your arguments and problems. it's when you can completely act yourself and they can still love you for who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-6894429486811928245?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6894429486811928245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6894429486811928245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6894429486811928245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-11.html' title='September &apos;11'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mly1cVoHSk/TmDqsvO0ZPI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/dfeDKWE71Ws/s72-c/edited%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-925392091287595702</id><published>2011-09-01T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:40:29.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syawal1432H</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;center&gt; Eid Mubarak.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiwaVFgnNkY/Tl-H9y3wbzI/AAAAAAAAC6I/fFsSrlxdYf0/s400/IMG_0472.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647381953443295026" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80D2Fwb0Bdc/Tl-H9V8W-CI/AAAAAAAAC6A/aDmqrz0rGiQ/s400/R1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647381945677969442" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeEUvWemews/Tl-H-Vmkh0I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/0_H_WIiMfX4/s1600/IMG_0474.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeEUvWemews/Tl-H-Vmkh0I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/0_H_WIiMfX4/s400/IMG_0474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647381962766452546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; "Syawal is finally here, Ramadhan left us meaningfully. &lt;div&gt;You know whenever syawal comes by, the moment i would never wants to look forward would be 'pagi syawal'. thats the moment i will feel that ayah presence is needed very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;ayah, eventhough you are far away from us, we definitely miss you deeply. you are always been remembered in our du'a. Allah loves you more. we love you too. you are my greatest hero.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Syawal had bring the joyous thing in life. more to come, and wish to end it, i love you my boy.&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-925392091287595702?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/925392091287595702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/syawal1432h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/925392091287595702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/925392091287595702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/09/syawal1432h.html' title='Syawal1432H'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WiwaVFgnNkY/Tl-H9y3wbzI/AAAAAAAAC6I/fFsSrlxdYf0/s72-c/IMG_0472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8938100951029181033</id><published>2011-08-24T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:32:46.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another 25th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;75 MONTHS OF BACENLOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ4_ILyAjFk/TlUjPhSQGTI/AAAAAAAAC54/FX5hg-edi_k/s1600/Capture.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ4_ILyAjFk/TlUjPhSQGTI/AAAAAAAAC54/FX5hg-edi_k/s400/Capture.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644456457518717234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; oh yeah, oh yeah. Patrick reminds her of the boy. definitely the cuteness and stupidity, i mean the clumsiness though. its not totally about the months you and her stay strong together, its all about how things eventually became from out of control to all in hand and manageable. no matter how stupid you are, she will always put up with your nonsense or even with her forever madness and PMS, you will always tolerate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;love the feeling of keep falling in love. well, the best you should spent the time with your partner would be makan marathon. yes, should enjoy good food. ;) *giggles* you will definitely see the happy face after eating good food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X92JfjC49s/TlUg_qzo2QI/AAAAAAAAC5w/rIeWfHLkiuk/s1600/IMG_8755.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0X92JfjC49s/TlUg_qzo2QI/AAAAAAAAC5w/rIeWfHLkiuk/s400/IMG_8755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644453986173507842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; " the best thing in life is finding someone who knows all of your flaws, mistakes and weaknesses and still thinks you are completely amazing. "&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as life is unpredictable, one shouldn't be wasting their time and effort. enjoy what you do and always do something you love. when you do something you love or like in life, definitely you will eventually feels naturally happy doing it even if its going to be over and over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, happy ramadhan. the holy month definitely the best month of all the months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8938100951029181033?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8938100951029181033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/08/madness-of-every-25th-of-each-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8938100951029181033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8938100951029181033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/08/madness-of-every-25th-of-each-month.html' title='another 25th.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ4_ILyAjFk/TlUjPhSQGTI/AAAAAAAAC54/FX5hg-edi_k/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8175259206256357078</id><published>2011-08-19T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T00:30:51.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramadhan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Alhamdulillah, Ramadhan will be over in about 9days more. what more could we ask for, " biarlah Ramadhan tahun ini lebih baik dari tahun sebelumnya. kekurangan Ramadhan lalu, Insya'Allah diperbaiki pada Ramadhan ini. "&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ramadhan, it will definitely make you missed someone badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Dearest Ayah, you have been the best man in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized life without you was such a disaster. Truly your way of bringing the 3 of us up was unique and definitely I appreciate it. Ayah, I know you want the best from all of us. I never forget you in my prayers. Thank you Ayah, you have always been missed. Syawal feels meaningless without you. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8175259206256357078?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8175259206256357078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8175259206256357078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8175259206256357078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramadhan.html' title='ramadhan.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-2096232445547109678</id><published>2011-08-03T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:58:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CuxFUJH30w/Tjlf-JtHvSI/AAAAAAAAC5o/zN74NyjT8_Q/s1600/editsss.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CuxFUJH30w/Tjlf-JtHvSI/AAAAAAAAC5o/zN74NyjT8_Q/s400/editsss.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636641929992584482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; feeling: easily or strongly affected by emotion.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" sometimes i keep my feelings to myself because it's hard for someone else to understand. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allah knows how you feel, turn to Him, Insya'Allah he guides you through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Ramadhan. &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-2096232445547109678?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/2096232445547109678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/08/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2096232445547109678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2096232445547109678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/08/feelings.html' title='feelings.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CuxFUJH30w/Tjlf-JtHvSI/AAAAAAAAC5o/zN74NyjT8_Q/s72-c/editsss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8603032311956323693</id><published>2011-07-30T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:14:17.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twin baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dynz50elC80/TjPz3vqZTzI/AAAAAAAAC5g/gD89uLu62l4/s1600/Capture.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dynz50elC80/TjPz3vqZTzI/AAAAAAAAC5g/gD89uLu62l4/s400/Capture.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635115697783263026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; "sometimes all i really want to do is sit beside you. i want to watch cheesy and crappy movies with you, and we will laugh at them together. i want to plan things with you, things we'll never do, but for some reason just planning them with you is fine with me. i want to talk to you everything and anything. i want to goof around with you and make jokes that aren't funny but we'll laugh nonetheless."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she just want to fall in love with you over and over and maybe at one point we'll get tired of each other, but until then, she want you and just you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yours truly, clumsy girlfriend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8603032311956323693?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8603032311956323693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/twin-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8603032311956323693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8603032311956323693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/twin-baby.html' title='twin baby.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dynz50elC80/TjPz3vqZTzI/AAAAAAAAC5g/gD89uLu62l4/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-869008815598699002</id><published>2011-07-29T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:17:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb2QAo6ZWck/TjLJE0BFLqI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/savrU2VrxKA/s1600/cats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb2QAo6ZWck/TjLJE0BFLqI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/savrU2VrxKA/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634787168313749154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; kids do the cutest things. &lt;div&gt;hug her tightly, all show how much he miss her very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" your gestures, left her smiling away." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-869008815598699002?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/869008815598699002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/kids-do-cutest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/869008815598699002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/869008815598699002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/kids-do-cutest-things.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kb2QAo6ZWck/TjLJE0BFLqI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/savrU2VrxKA/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-2689951035412722356</id><published>2011-07-27T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T11:25:56.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzbICu7JZqY/Ti9v3qwi5KI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/507qZt-DoUg/s1600/edit.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzbICu7JZqY/Ti9v3qwi5KI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/507qZt-DoUg/s400/edit.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633844661025170594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; well, seventyfour months of love-hate relationship. Insya'Allah it wont stop here and more to come ahead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she have been enjoying life since she turns 21. definitely she learnt alot while at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 things you enjoy in life (no need to attend school or work):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Waking up at your own time and own target, dont even need an alarm clock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Cook your own breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. watch your favourite show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. more than 12 hours on twitter and facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Try out new menus for dinner (refer to cooking book or myresepi.com, awesome food)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Meet your friends anywhere you want and anytime you wish (impromptu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Spend time with your loved ones (priority much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Spend time with your boyfriend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. GO for a short getaway (she went KL twice and explore Spore)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Enjoy life the fullest! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so finally shes deciding to settle with getting herself a job, going for two interview next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping that she have got her dream come true. And so life as it is, happy humpty dumty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-2689951035412722356?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/2689951035412722356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/well-seventyfour-months-of-love-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2689951035412722356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2689951035412722356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/well-seventyfour-months-of-love-hate.html' title='life as it is.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzbICu7JZqY/Ti9v3qwi5KI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/507qZt-DoUg/s72-c/edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6272245537780198952</id><published>2011-07-17T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T22:16:01.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"  in this world, there is always going to be people who are better than you, so stop comparing yourself to others and just try to be the best you can be. &lt;div&gt;why compare yourself with others? No one in the entire world can do a better job of being you than you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is not a smart Alec and dont do quite well for exams, she might not good at cooking, baking more to eating, she unfashionable but dress comfortably, she is definitely herself. no point comparing yourself to others because at the end of the day, you are who you are, you make yourself different from others and no one can ever tell you who you are supposed to be. Reflection works though, to improve from whom you are currently, comparing just bring you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" to wish you were someone else, is to waste the person you are. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-6272245537780198952?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6272245537780198952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6272245537780198952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6272245537780198952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/yourself.html' title='yourself.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7877561099791497272</id><published>2011-07-10T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:01:03.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; all way excited, everyone getting engaged and everyone getting married, yes all preparing for the future up ahead. Alhamdulillah, she have got someone who she believed." he is the man." The time will definitely come but eventually needs a step by step planning, include financially, mentally, physically and continue-ally. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally engrossed with her relationship, because only the boy knows her better. well, she have yet to hear from the boy, all about her. "one heart in two souls."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the day she know you, till the time shes typing this, everything change for the better. Alhadulillah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7877561099791497272?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7877561099791497272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7877561099791497272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7877561099791497272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/future.html' title='future.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-9179256302245409220</id><published>2011-07-04T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:08:57.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just the way you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; "just the way you are" on stereo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well everyone who reads this 'not interesting' blog might wonder how this girl knows her boy. well, it begins sixyears ago, definitely she is his first girlfriend and totally it is a challenge as well as an amazing roller-coaster rides through out the years. the boy not only her lover but her bestfriend, her enemy and her brother from different mother. All in one, her all-time favorite 'pushover'. until this days, only the boy knows her terrible upside down behavior, characters and attitudes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets get it straight to the point, well love and relationship never had been the best thing in life. falling in love should happens again and again and again towards the same person. well, she believes that in all relationship, the best was during honeymoon period and after that period, you will need to learn on how to fall in love again with your partner and to ensure that the honeymoon period goes on and on and on. ups and downs in a relationship is common. importantly, take a step to learn your partner, be it good or bad. even if you dont like some parts of the way your partner are, you shouldnt be straight forward but you can learn to accept it or give them hints/indirectly telling them about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it comes to fight, either one always wants to win. you yourself should know what was the cause of fight. common issues would be third party, girlfriend being queen control, boyfriend being too protective and so on. the only thing about fights, never listens to whoever advises because you should do the decision and settle your own problem because you know your partner better. understanding plays a big roles in a relationship. well, she believes fights make a relationship stronger and all depends how you handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes, who comes first, your friend or your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone ask you this kind of question before? well for someone who have been going through a long relationship, she would always thinks that her friend comes first( but depending on how long she knows that friend). this is because friendship comes naturally while relationship is man-made. why man-made, it is because we have to make feelings to be in a relationship. your friends dont dump you (but yes they bitch about you) like a piece of shit or they dont hurt your feeling purposely or they dont ditch you over someone who is rich. your lover might do the worst shit your friends dont do to you. see she have got the point here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, advises, always spend your time with your partner wisely, have an equal time with your friends, family and partner, dont ditch or dump your partner or maybe do it nicely like breaking up officially straight to the face and importantly, go to places where both of you enjoys. :D ONE LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" If he still sees the beauty in you and still falls more in love with you after seeing your weird facial expressions, your unusual laugh, your constant bitching, your ugly days, your pig out days, the way you toss and turn in your sleep, your stupid jokes, the way you ask questions about things you should already know the answers to but he answers they anyways, your obsession with strange things, your random sounds, and your immaturity. Then you already know this is the boy." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-9179256302245409220?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/9179256302245409220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-way-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/9179256302245409220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/9179256302245409220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-way-you-are.html' title='just the way you are.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3893974992661516670</id><published>2011-07-01T22:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:49:30.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnBDRYaMQQ8/Tg3k9fBjA8I/AAAAAAAAC5I/XlPxidPjtmo/s1600/four.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnBDRYaMQQ8/Tg3k9fBjA8I/AAAAAAAAC5I/XlPxidPjtmo/s400/four.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624403254606758850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; " We are all too carried away with our lives that we forget to appreciate these little things in life that made us happy. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and so whats life without happiness, when did you realized that you was happy and felt grateful about it. happy is just another adjective. it comes and go, it comes and change. what happens if your happiness is taken away? you cry and cry and no one might be there for you? lets hope in life, no one companies you only during the best happy days but also share a helping hands when it comes to disastrous days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alhamdulillah, Praise to ALLAH, because your happiness comes from ALLAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;there are times when " i'm afraid of being happy because whenever i get too happy, something bad always happens. " part and parcel of life, "dugaan Illahi." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;whatever happens and comes by in your life, be it good or bad, you will learn and be a better person. you never knows what up next for you. Alhamdulillah, you are given another day to stay up and learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;REMEMBER; “&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/we_have_no_right_to_ask_when_a_sorrow_comes--why/8211.html" style="font-size: 12px; text-decoration: none; "&gt;We have no right to ask when a sorrow comes, 'Why did this happen to me?' unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way.&lt;/a&gt;”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3893974992661516670?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3893974992661516670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3893974992661516670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3893974992661516670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-note.html' title='happy note.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnBDRYaMQQ8/Tg3k9fBjA8I/AAAAAAAAC5I/XlPxidPjtmo/s72-c/four.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-2116466823715409100</id><published>2011-06-22T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:27:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perangai Budak Gemuks as always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPJrrtLTaHY/TgH4Y8h8ruI/AAAAAAAAC4o/H2Z8rvXi3zg/s400/255923_1947762206600_1018895250_2116207_1959194_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621046917384154850" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-duOWusrxy-U/TgH4ZDyBkqI/AAAAAAAAC44/ztrdccYhXDY/s1600/mj.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-duOWusrxy-U/TgH4ZDyBkqI/AAAAAAAAC44/ztrdccYhXDY/s400/mj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621046919330632354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00GKx517qLs/TgH4Y2SYSjI/AAAAAAAAC4w/m2c9gId2QNw/s1600/266343_1947762766614_1018895250_2116209_2510672_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00GKx517qLs/TgH4Y2SYSjI/AAAAAAAAC4w/m2c9gId2QNw/s400/266343_1947762766614_1018895250_2116209_2510672_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621046915708242482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; if anyone who knows her very well deep down, the boy in specs would be her boy since 6 years ago while the other is another 'tiang lamp post', or also known to be boy's brother. yes exactly they don't look alike. both macam domestic workers, one from Philippines another from Bangladesh, and when they mix together, of course her all-time favourite kopi susu. &amp;lt;3 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whenever she is around them, the best would be their lame jokes, their random topics, their random thoughts, gossips, heart to heart and of course disturbing each other like nobody business. being the only girl hanging with them never been across her mind to be awkward about because both boys 'sudah macam brothers sama dia'. definitely, being the only girl, she talks alot and alot and alot and might get 'bullied' easily. well boys, such a great companions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" only one of them makes butterflies in my tummy. blame him, it's his fault." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&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/8700365282369626511-2116466823715409100?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/2116466823715409100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/06/perangai-budak-gemuks-as-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2116466823715409100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2116466823715409100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/06/perangai-budak-gemuks-as-always.html' title='Perangai Budak Gemuks as always.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VPJrrtLTaHY/TgH4Y8h8ruI/AAAAAAAAC4o/H2Z8rvXi3zg/s72-c/255923_1947762206600_1018895250_2116207_1959194_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8104501027081593174</id><published>2011-06-21T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:24:50.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spXD81CGf88/TgCt9fDAv_I/AAAAAAAAC4g/CZlXLppT-Kg/s1600/aq1xip.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spXD81CGf88/TgCt9fDAv_I/AAAAAAAAC4g/CZlXLppT-Kg/s400/aq1xip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620683606776135666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; another friend of hers, Sunarti. knowing her almost four years since studying at JBS. JBS was not anyone favorite school, but yet its another place to make new friends. *giggles*&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its normal for friends to come and go, either be it for good or bad. definitely never wants a friendship to break apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" i felt awesome to meet you once in awhile just to update on our currents, laugh over random things, sharing on random things and also which we enjoy and i grow fat but you dont would be eating good foood. *giggles* and so maybe we wont be meeting until *counting months* maybe, but then of course i am so comfortable around you, someone whom i can share anything with and will laugh with me too. *double giggles* keep in touch. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); 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; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;f I had to sum up Friendship in one word, it would be Comfort. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8104501027081593174?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8104501027081593174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8104501027081593174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8104501027081593174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-friend.html' title='another friend.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-spXD81CGf88/TgCt9fDAv_I/AAAAAAAAC4g/CZlXLppT-Kg/s72-c/aq1xip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7029456002616840993</id><published>2011-06-16T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:46:01.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>double H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0RIYknJKjM/TfoPmEybDgI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/42Bugc6P5oE/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618820631892790786" alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0RIYknJKjM/TfoPmEybDgI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/42Bugc6P5oE/s400/cats.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 343px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; you dont seem like her  boyfriend. at times it more like you are her perfect brother. you share jokes, thoughts, feelings, foods or even things. only that you dont hid menses. you dont have 'perangai macam sial' or known as period mood swings. overall, you are still the boy she falls for, the boy who gives her wake up calls and the boy who always listen to her ups and downs and under. the perfect double H. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-family: Arial; " class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The more and more I spend time with you, the more and more I realize I am doing the one thing I told myself I would never do again... fall in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: looking forward to the overseas trip with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7029456002616840993?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7029456002616840993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/06/double-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7029456002616840993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7029456002616840993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/06/double-h.html' title='double H.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0RIYknJKjM/TfoPmEybDgI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/42Bugc6P5oE/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7347502650767298353</id><published>2011-06-13T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T00:22:33.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family bond.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeY2zhmjsMk/TfTm5AHSJYI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/Nje3hGvNZA0/s1600/ONE%2BLOVE.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeY2zhmjsMk/TfTm5AHSJYI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/Nje3hGvNZA0/s400/ONE%2BLOVE.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617368502195332482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Nenek Rahmah's family is expanding by years. From a relationship, to engagement and weddings. Insya'Allah more to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;" Family - you don't choose your family. They are GOD's gift to you, as you are to them. "r&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7347502650767298353?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7347502650767298353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-bond.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7347502650767298353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7347502650767298353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/06/family-bond.html' title='family bond.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qeY2zhmjsMk/TfTm5AHSJYI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/Nje3hGvNZA0/s72-c/ONE%2BLOVE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6307803907230027392</id><published>2011-06-07T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:13:26.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life as it is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bV9kKzfYDKg/Te4zsCGj5RI/AAAAAAAAC4I/T8euH8HR-Ls/s1600/cellophane.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bV9kKzfYDKg/Te4zsCGj5RI/AAAAAAAAC4I/T8euH8HR-Ls/s400/cellophane.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615482616949237010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; she's still deciding on life. well, she is not too worry about life or in other words, she don't care a little much about it. life it is, you have to go through the ups and downs that run over you. running away is not the solution, you should face reality. through this, you will learn and experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;in life, whats far important, you don't have to care about others and hope that others mind their own business. no matter what happen, always reflects on every single expect happened in your life. then you will realized, what you neglect and should be improve. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. never regret if it's good, it's wonderful. if it's bad, it's experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;" sometimes you have to stand alone just to make sure you still can. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-6307803907230027392?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6307803907230027392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-as-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6307803907230027392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6307803907230027392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-as-it-is.html' title='life as it is.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bV9kKzfYDKg/Te4zsCGj5RI/AAAAAAAAC4I/T8euH8HR-Ls/s72-c/cellophane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3383660823394864089</id><published>2011-05-26T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:49:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>te desidero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7uYdHiuzT7k/Td5dsbtJMVI/AAAAAAAAC38/_UXNJuAfdOI/s1600/cats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7uYdHiuzT7k/Td5dsbtJMVI/AAAAAAAAC38/_UXNJuAfdOI/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611025203682947410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; remember the day you and her started contacting, always having those random meet up even though you and her never been the been the best of friends in school. meet up after meet up, random after random, then you and her can't stop meeting each other. theres always something to do and enjoy doing together even the smallest lamest thing on earth. then it started to be the best person to be with over the boring weekends. no matter how long both takes to be on time, will still keep on waiting, isn't that great? then started to love the gossips, heart to heart talks and even AWWing on cute guys, lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;next, all you know were to do the same things together. picnics, foods, karaokes, movies, shoppings and lotsa more were always the best outings together. next, the sarcasm, the critics, the dislikes and hates had never stops you and her loves each other, the sisters love you know. well, everything makes you and her can forever clique and do under the sun. awesome munchy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;nur indah, how much everyone misses looking at how you and her spend time together over the free time. you know, bestfriends should never be apart. it might be the busy schedules, the boyfriends dates, the working life that made you and her getting a little too apart. but yet, nothing should stops the bestfriend loves. ]': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;you are her twin sister 'tak menjadi', everyone were happy to see you around her because no one can tolerate her nonsenses, you had about 95% of her in you. hoping that the bestfriends don't stray apart. withsomuchlove, your bulat girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;" WE ARE BESTFRIEND, ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT IF YOU FALL, I WILL PICK YOU UP AFTER I FINISH LAUGHING."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ps: there are nothing much to hide, but when the time comes, there are things that i shouldn't keep from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3383660823394864089?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3383660823394864089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/05/te-desidero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3383660823394864089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3383660823394864089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/05/te-desidero.html' title='te desidero'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7uYdHiuzT7k/Td5dsbtJMVI/AAAAAAAAC38/_UXNJuAfdOI/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3276403447694320568</id><published>2011-05-25T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:15:43.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th years.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRy31qG6BIU/Td0mnEGt0qI/AAAAAAAAC30/NITk3MSUZEo/s1600/6th.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRy31qG6BIU/Td0mnEGt0qI/AAAAAAAAC30/NITk3MSUZEo/s400/6th.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610683163332170402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; It all began on roughly 6 years ago, when we first met.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So till this day, holding hands, being in presence for each other and feeling the warmth of each other embrace cools each other down. The most important would be&lt;/span&gt; Seeing you happy makes her happy.loving each other for we are; for our clumsiness, for our happy-go-lucky nature and our sweet voices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Boy, " You are someone whose words, no matter how little, can make my heart melt like butter on a hot pan. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As we grow older together, As we continue to change with age, There is one thing that will never change,I will always keep falling in love with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3276403447694320568?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3276403447694320568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/05/6th-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3276403447694320568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3276403447694320568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/05/6th-years.html' title='6th years.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cRy31qG6BIU/Td0mnEGt0qI/AAAAAAAAC30/NITk3MSUZEo/s72-c/6th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8978686155565402480</id><published>2011-05-18T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:26:42.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the joyest Month, May 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Alhamdulillah, the month of May had bring joy to the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Elder sister's Wedding Ceremony on 7 &amp;amp; 8 May, yes 2 weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;if only &lt;i&gt;ayah&lt;/i&gt; could be there and witness everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Once again, Congratulations to Both of you, May Allah Bless your Wedding, Amin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVr9pgoWm4g/TdPdEzAurDI/AAAAAAAAC3s/srTHEygm8AY/s1600/IMG_9398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608069035488881714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVr9pgoWm4g/TdPdEzAurDI/AAAAAAAAC3s/srTHEygm8AY/s400/IMG_9398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRJUzT5WU0k/TdPdETZbPSI/AAAAAAAAC3k/SoJmehPEdTA/s1600/IMG_9173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608069027002531106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TRJUzT5WU0k/TdPdETZbPSI/AAAAAAAAC3k/SoJmehPEdTA/s400/IMG_9173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmVFaq-9G4Y/TdPdDnThx3I/AAAAAAAAC3c/9A-tqyewBbE/s1600/IMG_8914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608069015166633842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AmVFaq-9G4Y/TdPdDnThx3I/AAAAAAAAC3c/9A-tqyewBbE/s400/IMG_8914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;another Joyest ceremony would be her graduation, finally graduated with Diploma in Biomedical Electronics from Republic Polytechnic. Three years taught her alot, be it she love the modules or not, definitely in a whole make her achieve to obtain a diploma. Theres more in life actually, Alhamdulillah, with her achievement, she will find something more to achieve and be proud and work hard on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Other than that, of course the both ma and boy have been the one given her the most support be it good or bad. definitely she treasure their presence in her life. Love you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v0YJLWSkV0E/TdPcTXUGAsI/AAAAAAAAC3U/ciP0djCR-Dw/s1600/IMG_9531.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608068186240320194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v0YJLWSkV0E/TdPcTXUGAsI/AAAAAAAAC3U/ciP0djCR-Dw/s400/IMG_9531.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wC4mOZcJafA/TdPcTA1JaSI/AAAAAAAAC3M/l8rCVvaHCAM/s1600/IMG_9504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608068180204939554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wC4mOZcJafA/TdPcTA1JaSI/AAAAAAAAC3M/l8rCVvaHCAM/s400/IMG_9504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5lmRHnbolw/TdPcSl6Dc8I/AAAAAAAAC3E/cc338-KZouI/s1600/IMG_9491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608068172977763266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5lmRHnbolw/TdPcSl6Dc8I/AAAAAAAAC3E/cc338-KZouI/s400/IMG_9491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;6th years on the way and short retreat to Kuala Lumpur baby! YAYNESS &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8978686155565402480?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8978686155565402480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/05/alhamdulillah-month-of-may-had-bring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8978686155565402480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8978686155565402480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/05/alhamdulillah-month-of-may-had-bring.html' title='the joyest Month, May 2011'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yVr9pgoWm4g/TdPdEzAurDI/AAAAAAAAC3s/srTHEygm8AY/s72-c/IMG_9398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-695408675150514943</id><published>2011-04-25T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:00:25.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt; HAPPY 71MONTHS BACENLOVVVVVE. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNZnMUePn-w/TbRS7tzbkLI/AAAAAAAAC28/JCsEQkuVujQ/s1600/desktop%2Bpix.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNZnMUePn-w/TbRS7tzbkLI/AAAAAAAAC28/JCsEQkuVujQ/s400/desktop%2Bpix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599191422589440178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GST_j_VJwYw/TbRS7hZAn1I/AAAAAAAAC20/HWPxMAhbae8/s1600/hahhaa.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GST_j_VJwYw/TbRS7hZAn1I/AAAAAAAAC20/HWPxMAhbae8/s400/hahhaa.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599191419257397074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKQKn-bL0WY/TbRS7QK1MpI/AAAAAAAAC2s/MK5Dg9szPSM/s1600/Presentation1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DKQKn-bL0WY/TbRS7QK1MpI/AAAAAAAAC2s/MK5Dg9szPSM/s400/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599191414634525330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;" im glad i have another chance to send more love your way, as you deserve the sweetest things. "&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whats far more important this year would be month of May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) 1st May moneh moneh. 2) if i have to vote, will be my first year voting on 7thMay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)7May &amp;amp; 8 May will be Elder Sis's Big day 4)10th May will be my graduation day 5)25th May will be 6 years relationship with the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, will be looking forward to May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26th May, USS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-695408675150514943?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/695408675150514943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/695408675150514943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/695408675150514943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNZnMUePn-w/TbRS7tzbkLI/AAAAAAAAC28/JCsEQkuVujQ/s72-c/desktop%2Bpix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3559803940934666456</id><published>2011-04-19T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:30:43.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXnXtKHN0X8/Ta2bZ12YMlI/AAAAAAAAC2k/LHKg5gix3TE/s1600/anigif.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXnXtKHN0X8/Ta2bZ12YMlI/AAAAAAAAC2k/LHKg5gix3TE/s400/anigif.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597300780145586770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/my_best_friend_is_the_one_who_brings_out_the_best/13638.html" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;My bestfriends are those who brings out the best in me.&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;a great free day spending time with my all-time favourite, FIHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;FIHH, the reason strangers become friends, where the thing about you is part of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;and definitely, our never ending naive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3559803940934666456?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3559803940934666456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/04/bestfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3559803940934666456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3559803940934666456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/04/bestfriends.html' title='bestfriends.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXnXtKHN0X8/Ta2bZ12YMlI/AAAAAAAAC2k/LHKg5gix3TE/s72-c/anigif.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8899084017532702344</id><published>2011-04-18T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:49:48.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>affection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; Affection: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt; a "disposition or rare state of mind or body" that is often associated with a feeling or type of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;falling in love or falling out of love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;when you are in love, your partner will eventually do anything for you. like buying flowers, buying your favourite food or chocolate, calling you every minute and hour of your day or even spending every seconds with you just like their lives revolve around you. awesome isit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; font-family: sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;when you falling out of love, everything you do that concern your partner are eventually falling apart. then your partner will show the worst part of them. Contradicting much? falling out of love happens when two partner are meant and should be everything will never works ever again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;of course, everyone will definitely looking forward to be falling in love. not falling in love to different guys but to only fall in love with one guy. and thats when everything and surely thats the right person to fill you for the rest of your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;turning 6years of relationship in a months time. Insya'Allah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;(for those who reads this blog and would love her to write or to share with the other, email her at edsyuk28@hotmail.com) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8899084017532702344?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8899084017532702344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/04/affection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8899084017532702344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8899084017532702344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/04/affection.html' title='affection.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7590095299738563766</id><published>2011-04-13T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:55:43.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;b&gt;OBESE OR OVERWEIGHT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;fat, its not another adjective most would like to hear about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;opinion after opinion, nags after nags and maybe worst at most will be, critism after critism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;diet and losing weight have always been any woman dream in life. gaining few pounds over the years was indeed awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;awesome, because everyone around you mean everything to you and indeed they know how much and how well to bring and make you happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;in her opinion, fat in her life, not only about eating chocolates and ice cream, drinks pepsi or green tea, eating oily food and fast food but its everything that revolve around her. honestly, exercising and obeying healthy diet never been part of her. being fat is not a disgraceful thing at all. remember the day you dates your boyfriend and they make you eat good food? or remember the days where you meet your friends and had a good gathering and chatting with a table spread of good food? or maybe having dinner with your families and relatives for celebration over something? what else fat means to her? smile and happy make her eat more, when you eat when you sad and cry over something. so fat definitely makes you something. of course theres always limitations to fat. not to an extend where fat will ruin everything in life. never forgets your eight glass of plain water. oh, and hot tea after meals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;well shes pity those who are on average or thin claim that they are fat. come on, you are making a fool out of yourself. you are just making those fatty bom bom laugh their ass off at you because you are not being grateful towards yourself. puking after food? or fasting over the year? you are hurting yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;critism? please put them aside because they are not a motivation. those who critics are those who are jealous over someone else life. when they critics, they dont mirror themselves. the best person to critic will be yourself to yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;woman: there are those who remain thin or losing for a man. this is ridiculous and bloody stupid. remember this, a man should accept you for who you are and your flaws. fat woman, a true man that is meant for you accept your biggest size with your biggest heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;something funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;man, &lt;i&gt;"you can sleep in my heart."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;oversize woman, &lt;i&gt;"are you joking? will it take on my weight?" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7590095299738563766?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7590095299738563766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/04/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7590095299738563766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7590095299738563766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/04/thankful.html' title='Thankful.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3166053700422842678</id><published>2011-04-07T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:05:36.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWL0fUt0tzA/TZ3ApiyaOII/AAAAAAAAC2c/smom99tBYTM/s1600/IMG_8293.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWL0fUt0tzA/TZ3ApiyaOII/AAAAAAAAC2c/smom99tBYTM/s400/IMG_8293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592838132209432706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;" and i hate how much i love you, boy "&lt;div&gt;to love or not to love? to be love or not to be love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes the things you want the most don't happen and what you least expect happens. you wont know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when it comes to love, you should learn not to be afraid of losing because when it doesn't mean to be yours, its call unfaith-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3166053700422842678?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3166053700422842678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-i-hate-how-much-i-love-you-boy-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3166053700422842678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3166053700422842678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-i-hate-how-much-i-love-you-boy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWL0fUt0tzA/TZ3ApiyaOII/AAAAAAAAC2c/smom99tBYTM/s72-c/IMG_8293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-2685328309706328190</id><published>2011-03-27T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T22:24:42.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnMVBvO0H48/TY9DdYF7zOI/AAAAAAAAC2M/Zcl_G0bKCis/s1600/202183_10150220055124466_572174465_8959047_2960065_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnMVBvO0H48/TY9DdYF7zOI/AAAAAAAAC2M/Zcl_G0bKCis/s400/202183_10150220055124466_572174465_8959047_2960065_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588759834552683746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; being lost, make her confuse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" i'm in one of those moods that nothing is really wrong in my life, but my brain keeps on insisting that there is. Or maybe it's my heart thats doing the insisting. I can't really tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know that feeling? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you and her are meant to be together, everything will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but if not, the memories are lesson to be learnt from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate falling in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-2685328309706328190?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/2685328309706328190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2685328309706328190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2685328309706328190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost.html' title='lost.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SnMVBvO0H48/TY9DdYF7zOI/AAAAAAAAC2M/Zcl_G0bKCis/s72-c/202183_10150220055124466_572174465_8959047_2960065_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7832212995824017298</id><published>2011-03-25T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:18:54.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_EVwpXjecQ/TYyyFkVOheI/AAAAAAAAC2E/NHqEEFt1AW0/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_EVwpXjecQ/TYyyFkVOheI/AAAAAAAAC2E/NHqEEFt1AW0/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588037046381741538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;clumsy girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Her attitude based on how you treat her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;she want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken, and the one that could always brighten up your day even if she couldn't brighten her own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;70 months of in a relationship with you;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;when she's older and her daughter asks who her first love was, she don't want to have to pull out the old photo album. she want to point out across the room and say; "He's sitting right over there." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7832212995824017298?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7832212995824017298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/clumsy-girl-her-attitude-based-on-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7832212995824017298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7832212995824017298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/clumsy-girl-her-attitude-based-on-how.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y_EVwpXjecQ/TYyyFkVOheI/AAAAAAAAC2E/NHqEEFt1AW0/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8547055159772916622</id><published>2011-03-24T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:07:48.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monthsary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iz8R5E70a7s/TYtqJi7bhZI/AAAAAAAAC10/Jd60X74LC4w/s1600/IMG_8213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iz8R5E70a7s/TYtqJi7bhZI/AAAAAAAAC10/Jd60X74LC4w/s400/IMG_8213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587676474910672274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;70th MONTHS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;" AND WHEN YOU SMILE, MY HEARTBEAT STOPS FOR A WHILE. CAUSE YOU ARE AMAZING, JUST THE WAY YOU ARE. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She only need one person, you, who will let her talk and ramble, listen to her complain and look goofy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;love you boy, theres only one reason to fall for you, because  you almost make a perfect boyfriend. &lt;/center&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/8700365282369626511-8547055159772916622?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8547055159772916622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/monthsary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8547055159772916622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8547055159772916622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/monthsary.html' title='monthsary.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iz8R5E70a7s/TYtqJi7bhZI/AAAAAAAAC10/Jd60X74LC4w/s72-c/IMG_8213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-61996287090604714</id><published>2011-03-22T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T23:01:11.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diploma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l02KuRYWAJs/TYiyy3UjjxI/AAAAAAAAC1s/9I_AXnErLqg/s1600/graad.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l02KuRYWAJs/TYiyy3UjjxI/AAAAAAAAC1s/9I_AXnErLqg/s400/graad.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586911924666470162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; Alhamdulillah. it has been something that she always wanted to achieve in life. &lt;div&gt;Thank you very much for the support and encouragement to my families and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was nothing much she was interested in when it comes to Biomedical Electronics, more like being in a guy position, being an engineer was never her dream. Being in Republic Polytechnic for 3 years in School of Engineering, it have open her mind and realizing how much being hands on was so much fun. Studying and working hard paid off even there was a point of time, she almost give up on school. Now, soon holding a Diploma, hoping she have great future ahead, Insya'Allah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had applied to further her study at Singapore Institute of Technology but yet to know whether the school can accept her. Hopefully they can accept her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only Ayah can be there during the Graduation Ceremony. Its ok, Ayah will be happy to know her daughter doing well in her studies, Love you ayah and misses you always. oh, wondering who will be accompanying her for the Graduation Ceremony, it would be the best people in her life, Ma and the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-61996287090604714?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/61996287090604714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/diploma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/61996287090604714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/61996287090604714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/diploma.html' title='Diploma.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l02KuRYWAJs/TYiyy3UjjxI/AAAAAAAAC1s/9I_AXnErLqg/s72-c/graad.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6517227668686023593</id><published>2011-03-20T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:20:08.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;having more than 24hours not receiving any calls or texts from you seem to be the horrible nightmare. blame the ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;it melts her heart and make her cry,&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw9IxXJkGzE/TYYZgvkuAFI/AAAAAAAAC1k/J3GwBTMivA0/s1600/Capture.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586180438116663378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw9IxXJkGzE/TYYZgvkuAFI/AAAAAAAAC1k/J3GwBTMivA0/s400/Capture.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;well written boy, time out dont works because you complete her and you are her other half. if you were an engineer, she will be your assistant engineer. &lt;em&gt;love you boy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/center&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/8700365282369626511-6517227668686023593?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6517227668686023593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/having-more-than-24hours-not-receiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6517227668686023593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6517227668686023593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/having-more-than-24hours-not-receiving.html' title='love.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qw9IxXJkGzE/TYYZgvkuAFI/AAAAAAAAC1k/J3GwBTMivA0/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-1046416487018957715</id><published>2011-03-19T23:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:02:33.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging dangling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; if only they have the mindset of, " &lt;em&gt;apologizing doesn't mean that you are wrong and the other is right. sometimes you just value the relationship much more than your personal ego&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;you said, " &lt;em&gt;i am will to put aside my egp and i hope you will do the same&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADULT EGO STATE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;behaviours, thoughts and feelings which are direct responses to here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-1046416487018957715?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/1046416487018957715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/hanging-dangling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1046416487018957715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1046416487018957715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/hanging-dangling.html' title='hanging dangling'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-634831635317936874</id><published>2011-03-19T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T00:26:52.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forever with the attitude problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSg8hGxDqjE/TYOG3MRrgqI/AAAAAAAAC1c/8IqDxwymR1w/s1600/PMS.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585456245615854242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSg8hGxDqjE/TYOG3MRrgqI/AAAAAAAAC1c/8IqDxwymR1w/s400/PMS.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt; Perangai Macam Sial. that is forever in her. will being cold works? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-634831635317936874?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/634831635317936874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/forever-with-attitude-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/634831635317936874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/634831635317936874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/forever-with-attitude-problem.html' title='forever with the attitude problem.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tSg8hGxDqjE/TYOG3MRrgqI/AAAAAAAAC1c/8IqDxwymR1w/s72-c/PMS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-2861164468331604106</id><published>2011-03-14T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:40:07.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you complete my other half.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;center&gt; you know she have got a boyfriend and definitely her relationship is still counting on. dating him since she was 15 was awesome and he can never beat her exboyfriend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"every girl has three guys in her life, the one she loves, the one she hates and the ones she can't live without.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and in the end, they're all the same Guy."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;you would like to know who the right person that can complete you, read this and you would know, i&lt;i&gt;ts sweet when someone knows every single detail about you. not because you constantly remind them, but because they pay attention.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;random about their funny love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;the other day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 30px; "&gt; he ask how she slept,"I tido tiyarap." Den he goes, "akan dah kawin pon nk cmtu." she replied, "Mesti tak, atmost snuggle under ur armpit". both burst into laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/8700365282369626511-2861164468331604106?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/2861164468331604106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-complete-my-other-half.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2861164468331604106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2861164468331604106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-complete-my-other-half.html' title='you complete my other half.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-4755252435752446153</id><published>2011-03-10T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:05:55.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you think of jealousy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;center&gt;jealousy, it kills. she don't know why she feel that jealousy is over controlling her. did she really think too much or her imagination went too far horrible. she almost break down because she don't and will never want to lose the boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and so what do she think of jealousy, it is another feeling that pollute the feeling of someone. you know jealousy is the worst shits when it have to do with relationship. jealousy control you and make you feel hatred. why must jealousy conquer human? fighting back make you still wishing to win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582118018914893874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ1pMs_00dE/TXeqw0u6wDI/AAAAAAAAC1M/WfF0vWT9aX8/s400/Presentation1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;and something hillarious, meet her twin gay sister. /center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5ouAMhvopw/TXeqba-k46I/AAAAAAAAC08/i_k8sMbkoX4/s1600/NYR.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582117651223995298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5ouAMhvopw/TXeqba-k46I/AAAAAAAAC08/i_k8sMbkoX4/s400/NYR.PNG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;JEALOUSY, its a mental disease. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-4755252435752446153?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/4755252435752446153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4755252435752446153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4755252435752446153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='What you think of jealousy?'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJ1pMs_00dE/TXeqw0u6wDI/AAAAAAAAC1M/WfF0vWT9aX8/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8981590191504591318</id><published>2011-03-07T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:47:48.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; " you stop it with your joget-joget in the car " giggles over her random action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone would realise that there is only one person in their life would understand them as a whole. you need time to find out who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; did she lose some real killos?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8981590191504591318?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8981590191504591318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-stop-it-with-your-joget-joget-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8981590191504591318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8981590191504591318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-stop-it-with-your-joget-joget-in.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8027438190391418355</id><published>2011-03-02T11:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T13:34:46.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" 12 years old " BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; 28TH FEBRUARY 2011, HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO THE BACEN'S GIRLFRIEND. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfKmPvkmd74/TW280BzOHJI/AAAAAAAACz8/iMEtT_Gfhm4/s400/IMG_8084.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579323115404401810" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-usp-a19i8S0/TW280eXWFXI/AAAAAAAAC0E/9pycQle15kw/s400/IMG_8116.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579323123072111986" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lx_1IUe9BBM/TW280t9NxQI/AAAAAAAAC0M/64hrk4nmIvM/s400/pic%2B2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579323127257482498" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VXPSQR-imMg/TW280lOT2YI/AAAAAAAAC0U/edR2uxfaZ7A/s400/pic%2B3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579323124913265026" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ryj6kVWYGCo/TW2802fGo5I/AAAAAAAAC0c/0yqciXk1MM4/s400/pic%2B4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579323129547105170" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLXtz6ArOHU/TW3O3DrS4OI/AAAAAAAAC0s/Rdo-r-EUq3E/s400/pic%2B6.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579342958656938210" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_vPVlphWNGo/TW3O2yfaM7I/AAAAAAAAC0k/v-stbMARyVU/s400/pic%2B5.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579342954043683762" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wRYodOmf87s/TW3O3RkU9zI/AAAAAAAAC00/XxSVSoStZ2A/s400/pic%2B7.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579342962385811250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents and only one for birthday presents, you know. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; 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: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;thank you to dearest closest friends for being presence at her 21st mini celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;thank you so much to my best men and women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; 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"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Finally 21, and legally able to do everything I've been doing since 15.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; 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: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;lots of love, azieezrah.&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/8700365282369626511-8027438190391418355?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8027438190391418355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/12-years-old-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8027438190391418355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8027438190391418355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/03/12-years-old-baby.html' title='&quot; 12 years old &quot; BABY'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfKmPvkmd74/TW280BzOHJI/AAAAAAAACz8/iMEtT_Gfhm4/s72-c/IMG_8084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6463827282876258988</id><published>2011-02-27T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:50:12.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason is all about you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; she can't remember what happened 20 years ago when her dad carry her in his hand and became the second child of the family. The joy and tears fill the happiness of the family on the born of a small cute baby girl.  20 years, it is a long journey of life, she can't remember every single things happen in her life but she always remember the memories, be it good or bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what she feels sad and bad about would two years without you ayah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; ayah, &lt;/i&gt; no matter what happened, she will always remember what you said. you have always been the best man in her life. miss you ayah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;through all the thick and thin in life, she have her flaws, she had too much of sins, how could she improve and make life better. she hopes she would give her best and try her best in future. Insyaallah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The first twenty years are the longest half of your life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confession:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she have never step into a club, bar nor disco. she had never get drank nor she drinks. she smoke too much with a mind set of it could control her diet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever she did and when it is something wrong, it is really stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY 21ST YEARS OLD TO NURHAZIRAH. STILL YOUNG AT HEART! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-6463827282876258988?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6463827282876258988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/02/reason-is-all-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6463827282876258988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6463827282876258988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/02/reason-is-all-about-you.html' title='the reason is all about you.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8164225257513567419</id><published>2011-02-24T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:59:45.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexcited to turn a year older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Most are going after their want instead of their need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRPTKyXY7mo/TWZ7KSbQAOI/AAAAAAAACz0/lcW4cw9Pv58/s1600/180184_10150181532329466_572174465_8562388_3729_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRPTKyXY7mo/TWZ7KSbQAOI/AAAAAAAACz0/lcW4cw9Pv58/s400/180184_10150181532329466_572174465_8562388_3729_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577280605219979490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; being the second daughter of the family is really amazing. she will never totally be able to cooperate much with the other two siblings and well you should try to figure out especially when the family have three children, the "2nd child syndrome." go figure! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;turning twenty one in few days time is really a dream. people call it, you are free to see the real world. definitely free, and most importantly, being cheerful, clumsy and patient that complete everything. *throw ego away, roll eyes* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s8LY_3P35Yw/TWZ7KLlCuRI/AAAAAAAACzs/9TH0J7RBr3Q/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s8LY_3P35Yw/TWZ7KLlCuRI/AAAAAAAACzs/9TH0J7RBr3Q/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s8LY_3P35Yw/TWZ7KLlCuRI/AAAAAAAACzs/9TH0J7RBr3Q/s400/page.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577280603382003986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;center&gt; she have gone too much when it comes to spending. she have spent a lot, either on food or even on things that she have always wanted. at times she goes for what she need not what she wants. definitely you know her big day finally coming on the way. she have got something up and love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;saw those gorgeous pictures, definitely making her going so craze about it. always wanted birks like madly inlove with them(currently wearing from Rubi, pathetic much and got a pair of sandals from Guess). other than that, you know the Acer TravelMate 6292 is dying anytime soon and how she wish someone gets her Macbook air, so cool like Nike air. Oh, and look at that bag, awesome new latest from Charles and Keith. She is going crazy over the little things she sees. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and baby boy will definitely buy her birks or macbook air?&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/8700365282369626511-8164225257513567419?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8164225257513567419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/02/sexcited-to-turn-year-older.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8164225257513567419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8164225257513567419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/02/sexcited-to-turn-year-older.html' title='sexcited to turn a year older'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aRPTKyXY7mo/TWZ7KSbQAOI/AAAAAAAACz0/lcW4cw9Pv58/s72-c/180184_10150181532329466_572174465_8562388_3729_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3069381842892037999</id><published>2011-02-16T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T10:10:47.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE TURN "17" AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oouxzejOlrQ/TVsoAXp_8VI/AAAAAAAACzk/GwcYeU6yr5Y/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oouxzejOlrQ/TVsoAXp_8VI/AAAAAAAACzk/GwcYeU6yr5Y/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574092950616404306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;center&gt; Alhamdulillah, someone finally turn twenty-one. she had never told her how she wants her birthday to be. only that, she thought that something like, "someone will be there at her window at 12am" most likely someone throwing Durian to her through her window, so much of imagination. Celebrating her 21st birthday at pizza hut and asking for surprises from the pizzahut kids was really an impromptu but definitely it was nice. the birthday girl said, "aku terharu." Aww! how much you mean to her as a bestfriend. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1hJiNxRK1g/TVsoAE9hL0I/AAAAAAAACzc/OzuMBpeaSGc/s1600/IMG_7706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1hJiNxRK1g/TVsoAE9hL0I/AAAAAAAACzc/OzuMBpeaSGc/s400/IMG_7706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574092945598000962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;center&gt;she have decided to call you a &lt;i&gt;Bestfriend &lt;/i&gt;after a year or two. All through the words and shared of soul, random outing and impromptu meet ups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;well definitely, when she sees her bestfriend happy, definitely she will be happy too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;"No matter how serious or tedious life gets, you still gotta have that one person you can be completely stupid with, &lt;i&gt;your bestfriend&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3069381842892037999?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3069381842892037999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-turn-17-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3069381842892037999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3069381842892037999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-turn-17-again.html' title='SHE TURN &quot;17&quot; AGAIN!'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oouxzejOlrQ/TVsoAXp_8VI/AAAAAAAACzk/GwcYeU6yr5Y/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-1710516152001684972</id><published>2011-01-31T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:45:26.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;&lt;center&gt; Have you ever thought what everyone would have come up with whenever they turn twenty-one? Some would throw the biggest party and invite almost everyone they know. Some would be given a surprise birthday party by their partner, parents or even friends. And while some don’t expect too much because they will pray to GOD and felt grateful to be given a chance to turn a year older.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Approximately she has got one month left before she turn legal. People said that when you turn twenty one, you will definitely get your key to freedom. She has never believe that much in getting her key to freedom because she have always thought that she can never decide on anything herself because her mom still plays a big role in her life until she finally get married. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;Being a child whom she only has her mom to cry on, her mom to share joy with, she would only want to give the very best to her mom. What’s more could she do, all mom wants the best from their child. As long as her mom is by her side on her 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; birthday, it is the best gift. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; color:black"&gt;There are things she wish for all just for her Twenty-first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8700365282369626511-1710516152001684972?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/1710516152001684972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-you-ever-thought-what-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1710516152001684972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1710516152001684972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-you-ever-thought-what-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3546045103993321407</id><published>2011-01-24T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T23:38:40.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the reason she call you a bestfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TT2Zo3_iGAI/AAAAAAAACzM/GQ-EdNSqMqQ/s1600/IMG_7429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TT2Zo3_iGAI/AAAAAAAACzM/GQ-EdNSqMqQ/s400/IMG_7429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565773642004043778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;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;True friendship comes when silence between two people is comfortable.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;she cant remember when was the friendship between you and her started. well, it really doesnt matter how it started because the journey of making you part of her, wasnt a smooth journey. w Going through lots of meet ups, spend most of the weekend together, always ending up with an impromptu meet up over the busy schedules. always and happily laughing at each other clumsiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;bestf, what make you special in her heart despite having different horoscope, you knew her well, she will always be with a smile whenever she is with you. well, no reason to describe how much you mean to her and being the best bestfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;me, "definitely ill bring you eat Durians one day. "&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;&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/8700365282369626511-3546045103993321407?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3546045103993321407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/01/reason-she-call-you-bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3546045103993321407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3546045103993321407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/01/reason-she-call-you-bestfriend.html' title='the reason she call you a bestfriend.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TT2Zo3_iGAI/AAAAAAAACzM/GQ-EdNSqMqQ/s72-c/IMG_7429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3024374245966712565</id><published>2011-01-03T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T00:33:48.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost complete.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TSHzhFjHRPI/AAAAAAAACy8/9-T7_-YLlPU/s1600/cats1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TSHzhFjHRPI/AAAAAAAACy8/9-T7_-YLlPU/s400/cats1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557991164902589682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; so theres this boy and the way he laughs makes her smile, and the way he talks give her butterflies just about everything about him make her happy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" dua hati jadi satu. " &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3024374245966712565?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3024374245966712565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-complete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3024374245966712565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3024374245966712565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2011/01/almost-complete.html' title='almost complete.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TSHzhFjHRPI/AAAAAAAACy8/9-T7_-YLlPU/s72-c/cats1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3381340345925242603</id><published>2010-12-31T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:05:22.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayōnara 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;center&gt; it have come to an end, thank you 2010 for making her realized how much everything mean to her and even the slightest good things happen make a different in her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;" everything in life changes you in some way, even the smallest things. if you do not accept these changes, you do not accept yourself. for through these changes brings new and greater things to you, making you wiser as time progresses. to avoid these changes is a loss. you only live your life once. do not waste a minute of it avoiding things. let them come to you and learn from them because there might not be tomorrow. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;so whats up 2k11? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;frankly, she's not too excited about it but yet theres so many events coming up real soon. January, a great new month to start of the year. February would be much love because school life end on this month and of course bestfriend and mine birthday falls on the same month. March would be the boy's month. April will be another foolish month. May, early of it will be the biggest and important days for elder sis and the loves will reach its 6th year will fall on the same month. June, Insyaallah she will get a stable job. And for the second half of the year, its time to work the ass off to save up for many other things. well plan yea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;wokay, now lets work for the best, no matter what will happen, go through the thick and thin with confidence, and always remember whatever happens, it happens for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;1. will continue to love the family and give the very best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;2. to love the boy and always control the temper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;3. spend time with friends equally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;PS: shes glad, dinner with boy's family on a new year eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;" HAPPY NEW YEAR, HELLO 2K11, SHE'LL SURELY LOVE YOU. " &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3381340345925242603?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3381340345925242603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/sayonara-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3381340345925242603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3381340345925242603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/sayonara-2010.html' title='Sayōnara 2010.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-4102943172527046145</id><published>2010-12-29T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:35:51.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things that make them her favorite past-time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;you see, gadgets will always be anyone favorite, be it outdated or in trend. sometimes, life without them is seriously incomplete. mobile phone would be the most important thing for everyone and yes, even a primary school kiddo own an iphone. other than that would be any other in trend gadgets like a camera, an itouch, a laptop or even an ipad. see how good are the life of children this days.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever she owns, have always complete herself. and most would always be part of her daily routine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, she ditch bb curve 8520 over bb bold 9700. please dont tell her that the phone looks alike but actually, theres a total different as one is better than the other you see. other than that, without this mobile, she would definitely wont enjoy life, no hp means no sms, and then it shows no boyfriend. at her worst end of not meeting the boy, cellphone helps her to be alittle romantic with words through sms or even being a little daring in expressing all about love on the phone. see how much a phone means alot to humans and worth buying for emergency cases. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRtL2uPuq2I/AAAAAAAACy0/X46pvMTtMqM/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRtL2uPuq2I/AAAAAAAACy0/X46pvMTtMqM/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117968790661986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRtL2Q6gk-I/AAAAAAAACys/EsA_ZD2ZDh8/s1600/buying-online-tips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRtL2Q6gk-I/AAAAAAAACys/EsA_ZD2ZDh8/s400/buying-online-tips.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556117960917029858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; ouh then, everyone was introduce to online shopping. somehow it was a killer to have an internet access. you know all the things seem so cheap because at times you are just a lazy bum to buy clothes at the department stores. you know online shopping is seriously crazily addictive. she is so inlove with this easy method of shopping and she thinks online shopping is more addictive compared to gaming. laugh my ass off! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRtJI79NfzI/AAAAAAAACyU/AG6k-2t-g-A/s1600/itouch-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRtJI79NfzI/AAAAAAAACyU/AG6k-2t-g-A/s400/itouch-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556114983173848882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; do you know that apple hurt her very much. apple launch their new itouch with camera just months after she bought her itouch. but its okay. this is her total best companion in the bus. the music, the videos and the games can entertain thousands of people. apple product is recommended somehow. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRtJIq259tI/AAAAAAAACyM/Tue1CUpna9U/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRtJIq259tI/AAAAAAAACyM/Tue1CUpna9U/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556114978584000210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;canon eos 500d! the best ever gadget of hers. costs her a bomb somehow but no matter what, without it, she cant even store good memories with her family, friends and love. this will be the priority of all the gadgets she own. you know, all the pictures have always shows and capture a smile on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems that shes a little excited about two thousand eleven. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-4102943172527046145?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/4102943172527046145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-that-make-them-her-favorite-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4102943172527046145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4102943172527046145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-that-make-them-her-favorite-past.html' title='things that make them her favorite past-time.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRtL2uPuq2I/AAAAAAAACy0/X46pvMTtMqM/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-5642110242038769802</id><published>2010-12-29T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:25:03.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up twothousand eleven ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt; you know there's so many things happen over the year twothousand 10.&lt;br /&gt;You know like the bad things, making over the same mistakes, always naïve and always wants to win over the own mistakes. No matter what, 2010 have always been fair for her, wearing a hijab and felt the responsibility as a muslim was the greatest achievement for her. Yet again, there are many other things that she have to learn. Insyaallah, the coming year will make her someone better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a lot of things that needs to be done. She'll lists eleven things that are worth to make a change and work for in twozeroelven.&lt;br /&gt;1.To be the neatest girl ever (being particular with everything)&lt;br /&gt;2.To be organize with her things (wardrobe,accessories,files,etc)&lt;br /&gt;3.To learn to give and take when it comes to love&lt;br /&gt;4.To stop on munching over tidbits&lt;br /&gt;5.to stop eating oily food&lt;br /&gt;6.To only eat rice thrice a week starting on 1 january 2011&lt;br /&gt;7.To have a balance diet and start exercising (skipping, jogging whhatever)&lt;br /&gt;8.To learn photography and be a pro.&lt;br /&gt;9.To find a stable job&lt;br /&gt;10.To try my best not to make anyone unhappy&lt;br /&gt;11. MOST IMPORTANTLY, TO SAVE KACHEENGS and DON'T SPEND ON WHAT I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for now. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-5642110242038769802?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/5642110242038769802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-up-twothousand-eleven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5642110242038769802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5642110242038769802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-up-twothousand-eleven.html' title='what&apos;s up twothousand eleven ?'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-4818577776280956037</id><published>2010-12-21T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T23:20:43.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRDVEj1-6xI/AAAAAAAACyA/SliEeVQbzgA/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRDVEj1-6xI/AAAAAAAACyA/SliEeVQbzgA/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553172614865677074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt; konnichiwa, finally shes back from Japan on 20th Dec, 1735hrs. no words can describe the well spent moments in Japan. It really left an impact on her life, the people, the culture, the confidence, the weirdest and everything else made her realized how much every minute in life was meaningful. all time favorite laughter, awesome much right? laughing away on every single time being a clown and yes, all of them looks like a bunch of clowns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;Japan is a very nice friendly country. i would surely recommend others to travel there but must save up to enjoy it very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;7days, being apart from ma, siblings and boyfriend is the horrible nightmare. tears can be seen in her eyes when the time she had to depart. Nothing else matter, they mean the world to her and with this trip, it have open her eyes, to treasure every bit of her life especially with the love ones. theres always a little thing make u change a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-4818577776280956037?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/4818577776280956037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/konnichiwa-finally-shes-back-from-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4818577776280956037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4818577776280956037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/konnichiwa-finally-shes-back-from-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TRDVEj1-6xI/AAAAAAAACyA/SliEeVQbzgA/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-5924738105366022029</id><published>2010-12-13T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:50:22.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TQY9h5RyxKI/AAAAAAAACxg/vf56AwfAm4M/s1600/IMG00046-20101213-2333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TQY9h5RyxKI/AAAAAAAACxg/vf56AwfAm4M/s400/IMG00046-20101213-2333.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550191243301143714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; missing everyone soon. she have got a flight to catch tomorrow at 820am. yes, flying off to Japan. Going to be away for few days. will miss almost everyone. she hopes everything goes well. pray for her safety yea. Love you people. :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" ill be away, but my heartz stays with you. " &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-5924738105366022029?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/5924738105366022029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-everyone-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5924738105366022029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5924738105366022029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/missing-everyone-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TQY9h5RyxKI/AAAAAAAACxg/vf56AwfAm4M/s72-c/IMG00046-20101213-2333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-4235102435392495684</id><published>2010-12-12T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:52:02.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;center&gt; ego took control of her lately. you know the feeling of being a motherfucker to the person you love the most all because of a stupid reason or period mood swing. there are times where she feels like " &lt;i&gt;being on her own. she thinks relationships are messy and people's feelings get hurt. who needs to be hurt? well, we are young, we live in one of the most beautiful country in the world, so try to have fun while we can and save the serious stuff for later. &lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&amp;amp; one of the worst thing about her is very hard to apologize, see how high her ego was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;she should always bear the whole of this statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Apologizing:- does not always mean that you are wrong and the other person is right. it just means that you value your relationship more that your ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;but the funniest thing is when each time i see you, i stop breathing a second. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-4235102435392495684?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/4235102435392495684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/ego-took-control-of-her-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4235102435392495684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4235102435392495684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/ego-took-control-of-her-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-1569772977090037652</id><published>2010-12-11T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T01:14:33.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend Anak Mak Limah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;center&gt; you don't have to think so much on whats up your weekend should be. you dont have to crack your head who should be your weekend date. always know who is the worth people for you to spend time with. definitely you wouldn't want to miss the chances spending your great weekend with your family, bestfriend, your loves and whoever that deserve the great weekend with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;she leads rather a sweet simple life, having a boyfriend who have been tolerating her for the past 65 months, her all time favourite february girls, Liyana and Indah and also the very very important people in her life is her families! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;having a boyfriend whom don't and never try to ignore her and willingly fits an hour or two of his weekends just for his little baby girl. and for those who tries to fit themselves and making their relationship like hers, dont trouble yourself because it would never be the same, love has always been a unique thing for each of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;she have got an awesome girlfriends. this girlfriends shares almost everything the same. we suffer the same allergies, we born on the same month, we laugh at our own stupidity and always fits in each others' slots. well, loves the gossip with the girlfriends, always and always have alot of thing to share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;families, mom have always been the best woman on earth. knowing she was one of the mischievous daughter, mom have given her the trust and she know without mom she wont be who she is now. And she agrees mom knows her daughter well. Siblings are likely to be victim to throw your frustration, anger or tantrum to. well, no matter how much we fight cats and dogs, the end of the day, we laugh together. Other than that, shes glad GOD gave her the great people who love her with all their heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;hence, why not complete your weekend with this people in your life. you just need a few, because at times some jsut involve because they wants to know you in other words, "just a busybody". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;remember, " &lt;b&gt;Do things with passion, or not at all. wherever you go, go with all your heart. &lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/center&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/8700365282369626511-1569772977090037652?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/1569772977090037652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-weekend-anak-mak-limah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1569772977090037652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1569772977090037652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-weekend-anak-mak-limah.html' title='Happy Weekend Anak Mak Limah'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-4928008231685602238</id><published>2010-12-08T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T00:58:11.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;guess what, the holidays will finally be here and theres something exciting ahead of her. she wont reveal so much of it but let see seven days wont be that long, worst to worst she will learn to be independent. oh, and instant noodles will be her favorite snack for the week. (bald in a week times) boyfriend would be missing her very much but confirm will jump with joy because one week means freedom, boys will be boys after all. the relationship would be better each day because the more they are apart from each other, their love grow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" Would you be friends with the poor or rich? Why? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TP-x6zAAlbI/AAAAAAAACxY/19pkPdgrvE8/s400/Presentation1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 388px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548348889624516018" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;and finally she make use of her formspring account. question asked to the anonymous was rather simple and straight forward. it would be good if the individual comments be a little sincere and truly comes from the heart. Most would said that they can have both for friends but highly seen that the rich would be better choice of friends because of the limelight they have. Rich friends are more unique compared to the poor. There are people who have the mindset that they can take advantage of the rich because the rich have this habit of helping or in other term easily donating their money to others who are consider "less fortunate". Oh well, the fact is that the rich is showing off their every cents when for real the money or their wealth dont come exactly from them. actually,shes not against the poor nor the reach. The fact is we live life the simplest way we can make it be because unfortunately wealth dont bring us far (duniawi je). lets be average. As for friends, no matter who your friends are be it poor or rich, dont fall on the wrong companion. after all, you have the right to choose your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; She maybe confused about a lot of things, but she knows the only time she was truly happy was when she was with the love ones. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-4928008231685602238?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/4928008231685602238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/guess-what-holidays-will-finally-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4928008231685602238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4928008231685602238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/12/guess-what-holidays-will-finally-be.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TP-x6zAAlbI/AAAAAAAACxY/19pkPdgrvE8/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-2111993276928070458</id><published>2010-11-27T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T00:03:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;love, you are the sexiest lamest species on earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the funniest thing was you, crazy to the max. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TPErEyw1zWI/AAAAAAAACxQ/e1kun83ppVE/s1600/Capturing.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TPErEyw1zWI/AAAAAAAACxQ/e1kun83ppVE/s400/Capturing.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544259977615887714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TPEqvj8UCzI/AAAAAAAACxI/iYQKoeyVV-A/s1600/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TPEqvj8UCzI/AAAAAAAACxI/iYQKoeyVV-A/s400/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544259612860222258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt; and she wants to be like rapunzel. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-2111993276928070458?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/2111993276928070458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-you-are-sexiest-lamest-species-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2111993276928070458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2111993276928070458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-you-are-sexiest-lamest-species-on.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TPErEyw1zWI/AAAAAAAACxQ/e1kun83ppVE/s72-c/Capturing.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-788302524650814077</id><published>2010-11-21T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:33:45.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TOk1RMXbIdI/AAAAAAAACxA/TheBfGtFdNA/s1600/sqfq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TOk1RMXbIdI/AAAAAAAACxA/TheBfGtFdNA/s400/sqfq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542019385949626834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; " Guys have no idea how long something they said can stay in a girl's mind. "&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its almost the third week that her weekend gone for nothing much. she really misses the day where she had the best outings, dates and playing her favorite on the stereo. what's happening to the relationship? where's the boy affection towards her? all she wanted was who they used to be. well, after all its not about the perfect relationship, its about no matter what happen, be it low or high, love still hold on tightly without even letting go or loosing a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's so agree with this,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Life is too ironic to fully understand. It takes sadness to know what happiness is, noise to appreciate silence and absence to value presence. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All she wants is a time when life was good, a time when nothing was troubling her, thats the feeling she wants and spend it with the love ones.&lt;i&gt; Ayah, i miss you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/center&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/8700365282369626511-788302524650814077?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/788302524650814077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/11/guys-have-no-idea-how-long-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/788302524650814077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/788302524650814077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/11/guys-have-no-idea-how-long-something.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TOk1RMXbIdI/AAAAAAAACxA/TheBfGtFdNA/s72-c/sqfq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7490738594074362221</id><published>2010-11-08T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T22:34:09.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; the longest days, so many memories, so many stupid fights, so many inside jokes and the craziest moment, everything crazy that i do always seems happen when im with (you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been long huns for the updates. you know, she have got the worst weekends ever, torturous to be at home, to be rolling on the bed. And yes, to be on a shuffle mode.&lt;br /&gt;the most is missing the boy, and that was her weakest part.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537178009620864578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TNgCEAGOXkI/AAAAAAAACw4/RCHJw-3qbXw/s400/Capture.PNG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; " i adore you, you crazy, gorgeous, wonderful (but at time quite WEIRD ass) person."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TNgCD0NtYfI/AAAAAAAACww/8Dg7vLunoDs/s1600/PICT0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537178006431031794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TNgCD0NtYfI/AAAAAAAACww/8Dg7vLunoDs/s400/PICT0491.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt; Mostly, we dont remember the days. We remember the moments.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7490738594074362221?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7490738594074362221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/11/longest-days-so-many-memories-so-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7490738594074362221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7490738594074362221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/11/longest-days-so-many-memories-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TNgCEAGOXkI/AAAAAAAACw4/RCHJw-3qbXw/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-71780562586183587</id><published>2010-10-31T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:04:30.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bestfriend love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TM2CbeVcSFI/AAAAAAAACwo/kWHcVo8wvUk/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TM2CbeVcSFI/AAAAAAAACwo/kWHcVo8wvUk/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534222925619284050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; she have always be her all-time favorite girlfriend. Nothing much matters when it comes to a boring weekend, the two girls just a perfect match for a girl date out, talking over a cup of coffee or a cup of ice cream. They have always been going here and there randomly and sit at a random place. funneh much when they just talk and talk without realising time flies so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you might wonder why are there too many stories to talk about when theres only two of them, because they dont meet so often as one is busy with her come to be career, attachment as a nurse while the other perfectly not doing it as a dream job, an engineer. busy with school and tons of assignments and work load. other than that all time favourite family. but at the girls worst, their favourite boys, boyfriend forever indeed. (laugh her ass off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; dearest baby Indah, we are bestfriend, we were the kind of people who laugh at a joke 3 times; once when its told; second when someone explains it to us &amp;amp;&amp;amp; five minutes later when we actually get it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;funny thing: "mak oi, muka aku berminyak, kalau perah confirm bleh goreng ikan." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-71780562586183587?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/71780562586183587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/bestfriend-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/71780562586183587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/71780562586183587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/bestfriend-love.html' title='bestfriend love.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TM2CbeVcSFI/AAAAAAAACwo/kWHcVo8wvUk/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-5679612436134836854</id><published>2010-10-29T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T17:04:14.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a waste.</title><content type='html'>She was a little clumsy, lack of confidence, naive, messy, waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her clumsiness never much revealed, at point she talk too much, at point she is forgetful, and at times she walk and topple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a little confidence and took a slow courage to build up her confidence. Always wanted to be a little like others always care so much about what others have to say and always look down on herself. She is totally not all this, despite she is all way better, she dream to be a principal! (funny, exactly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, miss silly messy is her worst. She prepared her things at the last minute. Messy handwritings. Don't even know how to be organized, maybe one or two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of her is her time management, you know she always late for meet ups, she always late for exams, she always love to delay time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-5679612436134836854?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/5679612436134836854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/such-waste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5679612436134836854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5679612436134836854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/such-waste.html' title='Such a waste.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-9220853913289692094</id><published>2010-10-21T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:00:14.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; " Don't ask the meaning of life. We define it. " &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how much can we even define what life is all about. its not about family and you, its about involving everyone in our life. yes, even the little thing in life matters because that little thing is part of the puzzle of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boy, she wish you know her well. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-9220853913289692094?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/9220853913289692094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-ask-meaning-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/9220853913289692094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/9220853913289692094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/dont-ask-meaning-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-1766347854306719099</id><published>2010-10-17T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:26:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLsQth-ibnI/AAAAAAAACwg/m6iQ4N61dUM/s1600/IMG_5637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLsQth-ibnI/AAAAAAAACwg/m6iQ4N61dUM/s400/IMG_5637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529031341928246898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; today, she realized and said that, " she had a bliss relationship."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is pretty simple, you do some stuffs, most fails and some works. if it works, others will quickly be a copycat. but if it doesn't work, you thought you are afraid to grow up and doesn't want to move on and others call you a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, she thought she can work this out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" when you truly care for someone, you don't look for faults. you don't look for answers. you don't look for mistakes. Instead you fight the mistakes. you accept the faults and you overlook excuses. The measure of love is when you love without measure. There a rare chances that you'll meet the person you love and who loves you in return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So once you have it, don't ever let go. The chance might never come your way again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-1766347854306719099?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/1766347854306719099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-she-realized-and-said-that-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1766347854306719099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1766347854306719099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/today-she-realized-and-said-that-she.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLsQth-ibnI/AAAAAAAACwg/m6iQ4N61dUM/s72-c/IMG_5637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8163155841723751203</id><published>2010-10-11T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:03:52.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;officially shes back to problem based learning tomorrow. Nothing much to be eggcited about, all back to the normal three meetings and presentation in class. And back to effwhypee, its killing silently, GAWD. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking at the positive side of it, poly life will officially be done with by next year April, and yes, hopefully will further my studies then or else, engagement kot? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boyf, i miss you. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8163155841723751203?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8163155841723751203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/officially-shes-back-to-problem-based.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8163155841723751203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8163155841723751203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/officially-shes-back-to-problem-based.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-4963678060798421266</id><published>2010-10-10T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:50:20.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLHdYa681TI/AAAAAAAACwY/X4H3NT34Xtg/s1600/IMG_5684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLHdYa681TI/AAAAAAAACwY/X4H3NT34Xtg/s400/IMG_5684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526441629373486386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; she have never revealed so much how long have she been with her boyf. never even get proud about the journey she had with the boy. yes, telling others that they have been together for five years plus seems to be a shocking count. five years, too many things happen, but she definitely forget the hurtful ones and always&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;reminisce the good times together. Insyaallah if nothing break us through, up next will be the engagement (at least one year or at most two years down the road ).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;for now, all she wants from the families, relatives and friends, pray for the best for the relationship. because she know her life almost complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;te amo. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-4963678060798421266?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/4963678060798421266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-have-never-revealed-so-much-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4963678060798421266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4963678060798421266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-have-never-revealed-so-much-how.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLHdYa681TI/AAAAAAAACwY/X4H3NT34Xtg/s72-c/IMG_5684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-1947368848163394516</id><published>2010-10-09T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:35:22.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO. 280</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLCFAU8Cb_I/AAAAAAAACwQ/dExWBL5DPO4/s1600/46979_1528582047358_1018895250_1477443_7598101_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLCFAU8Cb_I/AAAAAAAACwQ/dExWBL5DPO4/s400/46979_1528582047358_1018895250_1477443_7598101_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526062983450619890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;center&gt; there have always have more than ten reasons why most girls want to be someone's girlfriend. listting eleven[11] of it here and yes, surely girls do agree with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;first, it is more to be love care and concern. second, they listen to you (more enough like you can control them with a remote control). third, they will tell you that you look good even at your ugliest side. forth, they will always try to be there when you are in need (even though sometimes you need to wait for their attention for hours and days ). fifth, they will try not to say 'NO' to you because they just dont like to see you sulk. sixth, they get along well with your family members (a plus point). seventh, no matter how clumsy you are, they will always hide their laughter for a few seconds and laugh their ass out then. eight, they pay your shopping (this is awesome). nineth, they dont look at other girls because you are the one and only (this is true but provided that your boyf is not a playboy mthfckr. last/eleventh, and the most important, always remind you who you are in this world and not condemning you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;" her relationship is not the perfect one, but remain holding hands even the tougher and heartbreaking moments. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- i love the way you smile at me. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;center&gt; despite awesome love life, theres another heartbreaking thing and of course we cannot run away from it. it spells, S C H O O L. current timetable is killing, with different timing, different classes and different humans. why is the school schedules making her feel so demoralising? looking at the grades of last semester, she is sure everythings gona be a mess, maybe can say Goodbye to Japan. Aww shit, time please run slow. &lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLCFAKuIa9I/AAAAAAAACwI/uyV5GKvmji4/s1600/time+table.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLCFAKuIa9I/AAAAAAAACwI/uyV5GKvmji4/s400/time+table.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526062980707937234" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8700365282369626511-1947368848163394516?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/1947368848163394516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-280.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1947368848163394516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1947368848163394516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-280.html' title='NO. 280'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TLCFAU8Cb_I/AAAAAAAACwQ/dExWBL5DPO4/s72-c/46979_1528582047358_1018895250_1477443_7598101_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6416380426767955691</id><published>2010-10-07T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:39:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>novio amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; thursday, seven october, she choose the perfect date for the both of them. its been long since they had really settled down, enjoying each other companion. and yes, she have got a few hours to have a wonderful sleeps before meeting the boy. sometimes, its not about the years they have been together, its about the weirdest loving things they enjoy doing together even the smallest lamest thing. life is wondeful if you think you have choosen the right person to share the love with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;agenda for the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1) b r e a k fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2) movie - the other guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3) stroll by the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she, " i believe in love, and in arguing. i believe in having someone telling me that i'm beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i believe in smiling till my cheeks hurt and making you laugh until you pee. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;te amo.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-6416380426767955691?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6416380426767955691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/novio-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6416380426767955691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6416380426767955691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/novio-amor.html' title='novio amor'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-5991189026426032381</id><published>2010-10-03T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:04:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;center&gt; C u c u  Nenek Lu, EWA EWA RAYA. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TKim-REklhI/AAAAAAAACwA/2OmNZfDPftY/s1600/IMG_5409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TKim-REklhI/AAAAAAAACwA/2OmNZfDPftY/s400/IMG_5409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523848531634591250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TKim92ivYkI/AAAAAAAACv4/MIF4UBQzzx4/s1600/IMG_5415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TKim92ivYkI/AAAAAAAACv4/MIF4UBQzzx4/s400/IMG_5415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523848524513370690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TKim9mNJskI/AAAAAAAACvw/o4aryGAxRzQ/s1600/IMG_5416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TKim9mNJskI/AAAAAAAACvw/o4aryGAxRzQ/s400/IMG_5416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523848520127853122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; two cars, two drivers, 14 people, one craziness and One Love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heels have always been a killer and why do we still wear them when we know its really a killer. because woman on heels are hot. thick make-ups are awesome but it melts easily. nothing much awesome to raya with the ladies and the man. Kecoh-kecoh raya from kampong loyang seems that its never enough, stay tune for the next outing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was A W E SO M E! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-5991189026426032381?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/5991189026426032381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/c-u-c-u-nenek-lu-ewa-ewa-raya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5991189026426032381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5991189026426032381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/10/c-u-c-u-nenek-lu-ewa-ewa-raya.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TKim-REklhI/AAAAAAAACwA/2OmNZfDPftY/s72-c/IMG_5409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-440035269094148271</id><published>2010-09-30T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T22:01:12.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;center&gt; her youth was exactly the perfect story of a teen's life. dating numerous guys and even lesbians. Lying about her age and making herself feel a little older and speaks like ten years older, sounds stupid and ridiculous. she started smoking at the age of thirteen, started lying about every little things you dont wish your parents to find out and yes, things were going great that particular moment. Never been caught over the stupid lies. until a day she realized soon there are nothing much to lie about because everything doesnt last forever, no more new perfect lies left. that was the price of being young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;telling you these stories because these things happen to most teenagers. it not about being stupid or clever or clumsy or polite. its about having ears that stick out, about breaking yet another glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; ITS ABOUT SEEING SOMETHING FOR THE FIRST TIME AND MAKING IT A BIG FnCK SHIT AND MAKING YOURSELF FITS INTO THE SOCIETY.  &lt;/center&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/8700365282369626511-440035269094148271?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/440035269094148271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/her-youth-was-exactly-perfect-story-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/440035269094148271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/440035269094148271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/her-youth-was-exactly-perfect-story-of.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-1961481578930217290</id><published>2010-09-26T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:41:37.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; eyh, its sunday, day 17 of Syawal. how nice times flies so fast, and syawal will be gone again. ( gone for good because it hurts so much without you Ayah around,how much jealousy plays with my feelings. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;two weeks left before the final semester starts, yes F I NA L  S E ME S T E R baby. baby February will come very soon. and theres so much plans in hand once 28th February comes and please do awaits the news (exclude engagement shits and blah blah). October will be here soon, school will start and two of cousins will be having their engagement day that month. yes, excitement of family gathering and the best photo-taking sessions. ( even cant wait for the big thing, Next year May, Elder Sister Wedding Day, shes getting marry next year, yes, that the big thing next year. A W E S O M E)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;talking to much right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OH GOD, will be attending Periodontal Surgery, youtube's videos telling her that its gona hurt and yes, she will surely miss good food for days, but its okay because everything will be fine for a week or two and she bare with it, good opportunity to avoid good fattening food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; (hehs, yess, i am on diet baby. ive been controlling my food, its cool shit baby, eating less food means, good clothes in future. i hope the boy will support me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;yes, talking about the boy, where the hell is he? call him in a minute or two. and something missing between you and me, got the some plans before school starts and missing you making me alittle uneasy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;" i want to be the girl that changed everything, the girl that made a difference, the girl that give you a story to tell. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;weekdays, you are finally coming back again, hate you. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-1961481578930217290?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/1961481578930217290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/eyh-its-sunday-day-17-of-syawal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1961481578930217290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1961481578930217290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/eyh-its-sunday-day-17-of-syawal.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-1973213583794249422</id><published>2010-09-23T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:44:37.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HARI R A MW O N G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TJtslY5c_FI/AAAAAAAACvo/aA8nTj889X4/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TJtslY5c_FI/AAAAAAAACvo/aA8nTj889X4/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520125157867060306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; eid mubarak; A W E S O M E !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;" i didnt say it was your fault, i said i was going to blame you . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i miss how close we use to be, i hate how far apart we have grown - i m i s s you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;there are times where she thinks that current situation tell her to let go of all the things that shouldn't even matter at that moment of time (like now means now). This is because it really shakes and fncks up inside and worst, make her think all the lousy thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we all are struggling to learn about l i f e .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but it can be the disastrous earlier, when it comes to the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; " Nothing hurts more after realizing Romeo meant everything to Juliet. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;fairy tales goes like this, " love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a teardrop. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i am sensitive, so be it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-1973213583794249422?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/1973213583794249422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/hari-r-mw-o-n-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1973213583794249422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/1973213583794249422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/hari-r-mw-o-n-g.html' title='HARI R A MW O N G.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TJtslY5c_FI/AAAAAAAACvo/aA8nTj889X4/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7536623782107590260</id><published>2010-09-07T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:51:36.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; she have always do reflections over many many things happened in her life, even the smallest arguments or even the smallest mistakes she have done so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;how much she cries to ask for forgiveness from God over the things/sins she have done and also from the love ones. how much she know how a nuisance she is, naive, hot-temper, being rude, break the laws and everything else that worried everyone. to regret over something that have been done and cannot be amended anyway is such a waste of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;for now, she have thought how ungrateful she was back then, and even few minutes or hours ago. keep on complaining even over a tiny matters, but at most she realized there are people who are less fortunate than she do. people who do not have anyone(parents) to turn to. people who celebrated festive without their real family and worst when they dont even know or have any idea who their biological family were. a sad story.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she was hoping, and hope it stays true in her heart, always be grateful even for the little happiness happens in her life. life have always been a roller coaster ride, but definitely if we feel grateful over things that make us happy even the little and smallest thing, the roller coaster ride will be a smooth one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;for now, everything in a mess, even the Eid. examinations left with two papers, and its very tough. eff-why-pee is pressurizing sometimes because must be rush through, hopefully with more effort put in, it will turn sweet. And Eid, can she skip you because she cant take it with you around especially the first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;for now, have a beautiful sleep and  the sweetest dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7536623782107590260?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7536623782107590260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-have-always-do-reflections-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7536623782107590260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7536623782107590260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/she-have-always-do-reflections-over.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-2172848182901898863</id><published>2010-09-06T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:50:24.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; " no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater. The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And thats the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she agree with the statement but she fails to do a little more, because at times she is a nuisance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;But what great about LOVE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;" having a good Boyfriend is like having a good Bra, its all about support. "  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-2172848182901898863?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/2172848182901898863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-relationship-is-perfect-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2172848182901898863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2172848182901898863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-relationship-is-perfect-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7823321777482057420</id><published>2010-09-05T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:09:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; something that is so very true.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; the truth about girls;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;no matter who dumped who,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;whenever we see an ex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;with another girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT BOTHER US.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Not because we are not over you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;but because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;We know,  we used to be, that girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but then she know, her current boyfriend is awesome because,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;" you&amp;amp;me, share the same soul. "&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7823321777482057420?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7823321777482057420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-that-is-so-very-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7823321777482057420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7823321777482057420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/09/something-that-is-so-very-true.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6606011360474317424</id><published>2010-08-29T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T23:25:04.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I love about August?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; miss august is coming to its end. definitely, its more misery than any other month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;(even though we have got the curtains, new pair of baju kurung, new pair of ring, new pairs of shawls, and just in need of new pair of shoes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;" Every thing happens for a reason. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;amp; " love makes you hold on things that you shouldn't. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;the reason one thing is misery,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;" the fairy tale was back on. Prince returned, bad spell broken. I wasn't sure exactly what to do about the leftover, unresolved character. Where was his happily ever after? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PS:iloveyouboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;pss:guecintakamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;psss:cintaitugiladong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Xoxo, bulats! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-6606011360474317424?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6606011360474317424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-i-love-about-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6606011360474317424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6606011360474317424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-i-love-about-august.html' title='What I love about August?'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-2248410916442745744</id><published>2010-08-24T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:50:02.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>63 Months with my Boncets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; it seem to be a tradition for every twenty-fifth to write a post about us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SIXTYTHREE MONTHS AND HOPE IT KEEPS ON COUNTING SAYANG.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In her opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, smart, clumsy or whatever. What have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out of your ass. thats the kind of person that's worth sticking with. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Mac Macguff, Juno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; dearest homeboy,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" i love you enough to fight for you, compromise for you, and sacrifice myself for you if need be. Enough to miss you incredibly when we are apart, no matter what length of time it's for and regardless of the distance. Enough to believe in our relationship, to stand by it through the worse of times, to have faith in our strength as a couple, and to never give up on us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enough to spend the rest of my life with you, be the for you when you need or want me and never even want to leave you or live without you. "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lets hope everything will go fine. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;XOXO, bulat! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-2248410916442745744?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/2248410916442745744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/63-months-with-my-boncets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2248410916442745744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/2248410916442745744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/63-months-with-my-boncets.html' title='63 Months with my Boncets!'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-5598070033482486547</id><published>2010-08-23T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:28:58.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; it doesn't matter how many " i love you " you said to her. because what matter the most is that both hearts always say so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and she knows that SHE LOVE YOU MORE THAN, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;her canon 5ooD, her itouchy, her blackieberry, oh and any other things that cost her a bomb. your love is priceless because she never can trade it with any other thing. thats the reason she is awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;everyone seems to think that she have got the perfect love because standing strong, love, care and concern plays so much in every little details in her love life. too many unhappiness, unglamorous and whatever unwanted scene happen through out the journey of their love. but through out this journey, the years don't matter so much but the heart and the feelings matters the most. whats the point of being with someone for 10 years but you are never being treated well and fights after fights. best ever think to make everything goes well is, " to fight against your jealousy and ego because if this two idiots control you, you will turn unreasonable".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she's bloated after sakura-ing with the boy. (how much we love food, AWESOME)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and yes, eating too much causes her to feel so fat which is yes, shes fat. if this make her happy, she will remain it that way but not too much anyway. reflected herself in the mirror, her tummy is so disasterous, she looks preggy and of course (too many Taik). she was in Arab St in the afternoon, and saw a couple pushing a baby's pram, she said, " ayang, i cannot imagine us in five years time, pushing a baby's pram, confirm cute." laugh out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;good nytes. (iloveyoumyboy)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-5598070033482486547?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/5598070033482486547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-doesnt-matter-how-many-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5598070033482486547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5598070033482486547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-doesnt-matter-how-many-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8309582150233617832</id><published>2010-08-19T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T00:19:23.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TG1VwN_VJgI/AAAAAAAACvY/AASvP2Wzo70/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TG1VwN_VJgI/AAAAAAAACvY/AASvP2Wzo70/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507152206221354498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;And so meet the girls.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;theres alot of thing for us to talk about, to disturb on, to irritate about and worst when we recall back the past. it was rather funny when you think about the times when you were in school. the times you play around, mingle and doing rebellious things.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;if she could turn back time, how she wish she could be more serious about school, and never repeat the same mistakes ever again? and wonder if that could happen, will everything be perfectly fine? (dream on)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8309582150233617832?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8309582150233617832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-so-meet-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8309582150233617832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8309582150233617832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-so-meet-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TG1VwN_VJgI/AAAAAAAACvY/AASvP2Wzo70/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-5410304231024266085</id><published>2010-08-16T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:32:28.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;center&gt; currently missing you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;missing someone isnt about how long its been since youve seen them last or the amount of time since you last talked. its about that very moment when youre doing something and you wish that they were right there with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;she so inlove with the boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;the boy is someone, " when they loves you, the way they say your name is different. you just know that your name is safe in their mouth, "&lt;/center&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/8700365282369626511-5410304231024266085?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/5410304231024266085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/currently-missing-you-missing-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5410304231024266085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/5410304231024266085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/currently-missing-you-missing-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-4373698647580851685</id><published>2010-08-14T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:24:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY MONTH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;center&gt; Salam Ramadhan,&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Forth day of Ramadhan and it seems that time flies very fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Alhamdulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;, not like previous Ramadhan, she have not yet turn weak but always looking forward to the next day of Ramadhan. There are so much for us to learn from this special month. Other than that, looking forward to Syawal. The most thing she love about this current month is, the feeling of being a Muslimah. When you love your religion, definitely, you will feel great about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;And so its the fifth months since she started to wear a hijab. Yes, through out the five months, theres so much of ups and downs which then make her realise how much it means to call yourself a Muslim. she truly love her family to give her the support and guidance to change for the better, the friends who have always been giving advices and support and not forgeting the boy who have always been a good motivator to make he feel better each day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Most importantly, she have to know who she are and what she should be and not to miss each of her responsibility as a Muslim because " syaitan adalah penggoda" and if you are not strong enough to fight them, they will definitely laugh at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;(its abit to religious this post but i feel like writing it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;other than all that, holidays are finally here and definitely the most exciting part of schooling life. anyway, fyp presentation was fairly well. but could not feel so sexcited about it as there are second part to it. Then in three weeks time, the final exams are here before semester two starts in october. not too much of excitement because theres fyp meetings through out the holidays. well, should have a good rest during this semester break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;boy, lets have a mini honeymoon in Singapore. (happy belated birthday my Singapore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;One thing shes looking forward to Syawal is because to meet the families(relatives). Oh &amp;amp; can she be given the opportunity to know the boy's family better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;*GOOD NIGHT, XOXXO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-4373698647580851685?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/4373698647580851685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/salam-ramadhan-forth-day-of-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4373698647580851685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/4373698647580851685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/salam-ramadhan-forth-day-of-ramadhan.html' title='HOLY MONTH.'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3828880226883016770</id><published>2010-08-12T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:26:59.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY AUGUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TGLOlnZN9II/AAAAAAAACvQ/S2aQ_U7SDn0/s1600/IMG_3993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504188840225404034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TGLOlnZN9II/AAAAAAAACvQ/S2aQ_U7SDn0/s400/IMG_3993.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt; theres always something more to this month. and cant help it cause, she knows that for sure she love this month, Ramadhan Al-mubarak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonders, what the boy thought of her all this while?&lt;br /&gt;cause everything change, and so does she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3828880226883016770?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3828880226883016770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-august.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3828880226883016770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3828880226883016770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-august.html' title='BABY AUGUST'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TGLOlnZN9II/AAAAAAAACvQ/S2aQ_U7SDn0/s72-c/IMG_3993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-6825361671471259153</id><published>2010-08-04T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:55:30.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TFltA4IXCLI/AAAAAAAACvI/gxdDxGQpvjo/s1600/IMG_2543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TFltA4IXCLI/AAAAAAAACvI/gxdDxGQpvjo/s400/IMG_2543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501548281644648626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt; baby august, you came too early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;" sometimes, she wish she were six and her biggest problem was what dress to wear. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;and most importantly, keep smiling because life's a beautiful thing &amp;amp; theres so much to smile about. &lt;/center&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/8700365282369626511-6825361671471259153?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/6825361671471259153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-august-you-came-too-early.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6825361671471259153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/6825361671471259153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-august-you-came-too-early.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TFltA4IXCLI/AAAAAAAACvI/gxdDxGQpvjo/s72-c/IMG_2543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-7752589175093190525</id><published>2010-07-25T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:32:14.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>62 months, WAKA WAKA EH EH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TExVxg3okgI/AAAAAAAACvA/5__4aBMq5l0/s1600/IMG_3439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TExVxg3okgI/AAAAAAAACvA/5__4aBMq5l0/s400/IMG_3439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497863554237764098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;center&gt; Happy 62 months bacen love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dear boyfriend&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; i want to thank you for being the very best. For always being here for me. For always make me smile.For listening to me singing when i am bored. For loving cheeseburger as much as i do. For laughing at everything i say cause i am so funny and clumsy. For being so damn cute when you talk nonsense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And for making me feel butterflies for 62months!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Love, Bulat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-7752589175093190525?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/7752589175093190525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/07/62-months-waka-waka-eh-eh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7752589175093190525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/7752589175093190525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/07/62-months-waka-waka-eh-eh.html' title='62 months, WAKA WAKA EH EH!'/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TExVxg3okgI/AAAAAAAACvA/5__4aBMq5l0/s72-c/IMG_3439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-3864946485601166439</id><published>2010-07-21T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:36:09.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TEcC6XZv4vI/AAAAAAAACu4/SuS8ulIwzEQ/s1600/IMG_3611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496365071966659314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TEcC6XZv4vI/AAAAAAAACu4/SuS8ulIwzEQ/s400/IMG_3611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt; time flies so fast, and school now is on their week 12, have got 3 weeks more of lessons, and there comes the final presentation, 3 weeks of break, and then the final exams. yes, well planned isnt it. afterall, everything is getting tougher, nothing much excite for school and yes 80 percent of my life are all about school. lets be positive, once march 2011 comes, its time to enjoy bebey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and weekends are busy-bee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" dear love, now either being here or there, im really falling in love with you, badly inlove. how much life with you means alot to me. the time spend seems to be getting not enough. crazy isnt it? well, let plan well for the love to last. " &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-3864946485601166439?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/3864946485601166439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-flies-so-fast-and-school-now-is-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3864946485601166439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/3864946485601166439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-flies-so-fast-and-school-now-is-on.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TEcC6XZv4vI/AAAAAAAACu4/SuS8ulIwzEQ/s72-c/IMG_3611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8878327636032677318</id><published>2010-07-15T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T23:20:48.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt; and so, school is very hectic now since the semester ending in one month time. everyone is really looking forward to it but not after knowing that they have to be prepared with the final year project presentation. its really killing slowly and looking at the speed and the progress, it is much slower than a snail. hoping for the best daily grade for the next 1 month and be more productive towards the learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so world cup had just ended few days ago, youth olympic game is coming but nothing boomzx it you see. talking about world cup, wanted to purchase a vuvuzela and place it in the new look of the new room. yes, the furnitures are coming tomorrow and yes, now can really save up for shopping because she have got some space for new clothes. she really inlove with herem pants (humming to the tune of "Ya Ali baba ya aliee baba") . oh yes, she now into online shopping and will be purchasing dresses soon. and no one stopping her, ma even give her opinions. but boy will kill her if he finds out about her shopping habits. (jst remmber, theres johnlittles sale) oh, inlove with the shoe and bag.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TD8jR5x1ZkI/AAAAAAAACuw/3An5hbH-LJ4/s1600/Capture.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TD8jR5x1ZkI/AAAAAAAACuw/3An5hbH-LJ4/s400/Capture.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494148860889884226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TD8jRX-Af1I/AAAAAAAACuo/3G0gXl8dtSQ/s1600/1.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TD8jRX-Af1I/AAAAAAAACuo/3G0gXl8dtSQ/s400/1.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494148851814137682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TD8jQ0c9piI/AAAAAAAACug/S8TEqSk8N0o/s1600/Aqua+Lily+Eau+De+Toilette_48_7_17_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TD8jQ0c9piI/AAAAAAAACug/S8TEqSk8N0o/s400/Aqua+Lily+Eau+De+Toilette_48_7_17_zoom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494148842280298018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; new smell, love the smell, body shop baby.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes, instead of studying for UT, shes wondering if she should take a leave from school tomorrow. let see. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8878327636032677318?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8878327636032677318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-so-school-is-very-hectic-now-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8878327636032677318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8878327636032677318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-so-school-is-very-hectic-now-since.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gLoaR8ehYmQ/TD8jR5x1ZkI/AAAAAAAACuw/3An5hbH-LJ4/s72-c/Capture.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-8848272542031947743</id><published>2010-07-10T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:31:49.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; there are things happening around and some jsut dont bother her. theres too much happening in a go, attending school without fail, making each and every lessons worth attending, studying high and low for exams, enjoying good food in school before she miss it and worst ever is the week nightmare will always falls on wednesday. since is the second last semester, friends are the people you will miss when school comes to the end. on a lighten mode, 1 month to go before the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she have jsut realised something about herself. whenever to see how she talks, she walks, she speaks, she eats and anything 80% that got to do with her, she really think that it doesnt works well with her age. twenty years old since four months ago, she really need a change in herself, no more naive, no more fooling, its time to be serious with almost 99percent in her life. anyway, she know herself well, as long as she is happy, everything will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something seems bothering her thoughts and minds. something seems missing most of the time. since the both of them are literally busy with their career and studies respectively, it seems something really is missing. should she even chase the love or make the love work itself? everyone knows that almost everytime her life revolves around the boy and it seems they are doing well lately. yes doing well, no fights, nothing actually lead to any miscommunication/misunderstanding, but come on, what it takes the most is the feeling of you always being there is fading. she dont blame you maybe its time to change the world between you and her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the relationship have not been like how it use to be. eventhough they meet often but it really feel different. she misses the way you held her hand when you walk down the streets, the random hugs, the jokes, and the moment you and her go random. she really need a whole day to really spend time with you. yes, a day that nobody disturb the both of you and the time of the day are yours forever. misses those days. )'=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time, lets change my prioritise baby gadgets. first goes to bb curve (cause without it, i cant survive much), second goes to itouch (reason being my another companion of my dream land), canon baby (something i owe and make a big hole in my pocket, and the product of it is the best), acer travelmate (cause my sch revolves around it) and etc includes ezlink, money, atm card. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-8848272542031947743?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/8848272542031947743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-things-happening-around-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8848272542031947743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/8848272542031947743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-things-happening-around-and.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8700365282369626511.post-9019064602745139706</id><published>2010-07-05T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:56:32.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; its nothing much for the day.&lt;div&gt;had a long day at home, and decided to skip school. something actually worrying her, school as always and life is too much hardship. whats more she should not complaint much after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wonder why she rather call the boy "you" than "sayang"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, shes not like any other girlfriend but everything else is the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8700365282369626511-9019064602745139706?l=tittotketittot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/feeds/9019064602745139706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-nothing-much-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/9019064602745139706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8700365282369626511/posts/default/9019064602745139706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tittotketittot.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-nothing-much-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>aziee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
