<?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-211502726473959421</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:55:09.062+08:00</updated><category term='xoxoxo.'/><title type='text'>&amp;Superman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-3055660160382895223</id><published>2009-12-24T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:00:10.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Depression .</title><content type='html'>Dancing in the dark , middle of the night &lt;br /&gt;Taking your heart and holding it tight .&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's a beautiful thing , i don't think i can keep it all in &lt;br /&gt;I just got to let you know , What is it that won't let me go .&lt;br /&gt;It's your love , it just does something to me , it sends a shock right through me which i can't get enough off .&lt;br /&gt;And if you wonder about the spell I'm under , It's your love .&lt;br /&gt;I am better than i was , more than i am . &lt;br /&gt;And all of this happened , by taking your hand .&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me why I've changed , All i got to do is say your sweet name .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for what I've done to you .&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me ?&lt;br /&gt;For you It's over , For me It's not over .&lt;br /&gt;I still love you , but you ?&lt;br /&gt;All our memories , happiness and loneliness &lt;br /&gt;Tears , smiles , cry and laugh .&lt;br /&gt;Please come back , I miss you .. A LOT .&lt;br /&gt;As I've said , It's not over .&lt;br /&gt;For me , past is past .&lt;br /&gt;If you're disappointed , I'm sorry .&lt;br /&gt;I've cried for you .&lt;br /&gt;I've laughed for you .&lt;br /&gt;I've changed , just for you .&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm alone , Just because of you .&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm alone , without you .&lt;br /&gt;If i die today , What will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;Come over ? Or just pretend not affected ?&lt;br /&gt;I love you .&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'm a grass , So that i could cut myself .&lt;br /&gt;You're important to me .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll be okay . You traded everything just for me .&lt;br /&gt;I never realize that i love you .&lt;br /&gt;My only wish for now , To be with you .&lt;br /&gt;This year has been my worse nightmare , with this life of mine .&lt;br /&gt;But everything changed , you removed my worries .&lt;br /&gt;Now I've throwed my dreams , &lt;br /&gt;My sun shine becomes my night .&lt;br /&gt;My happiness becomes crap .&lt;br /&gt;You're not here , I'm alone waiting for you to come back .&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can tell that i love you and i know you can feel it too .&lt;br /&gt;But please don't leave me here .&lt;br /&gt;I love you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year full of sweet depression .&lt;br /&gt;I'm cut into halve , showing others how happy am i ,&lt;br /&gt;Only to know that I've been suffering underneath all this charade .&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what I've gotten myself into , but one thing i know ,&lt;br /&gt;I do like it , when we were once together .. Oh it was too good to be true .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-3055660160382895223?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/3055660160382895223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=3055660160382895223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/3055660160382895223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/3055660160382895223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet-depression.html' title='Sweet Depression .'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4405443790102986237</id><published>2009-12-20T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:14:43.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come back , please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sy4dQCLO5KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EqH63TqqrO0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sy4dQCLO5KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EqH63TqqrO0/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417299563072382114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt so lonely , left out , desperate or simply not needed anymore ?&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the pictures in my phone just makes me want to be with you .&lt;br /&gt;Every time i think of you , my heart bleeds and tears .&lt;br /&gt;What is it about you that i cant let go off .&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to forget you but when i do , i don't have the heart to .&lt;br /&gt;I do not need any of your help now . &lt;br /&gt;The more you talk to me , this ever growing feeling for you gets stronger .&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time if i don't talk to you , this heart grows even more feelings towards you .&lt;br /&gt;In any way , it will still grow .&lt;br /&gt;Somehow , i just don't want to see you .&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard for me to do so .&lt;br /&gt;My heart is slowly corroding , tiny bits of flesh being devour by every single thought of you .&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of really stupid and immature stuff about how could i end all this , but yet you will come to my mind and say other wise even when i know you're not there .&lt;br /&gt;I know you still do care about me , i ask you for one favor .&lt;br /&gt;I hope it will work , if you do care about me .. treat me like I'm someone who you really hate , who you want to get rid of , who you regret knowing .&lt;br /&gt;But to think of it again , whatever you do , i don't think it will change anything .&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say to you , but when i have the chance to talk to you , i forget everything and that sucks . &lt;br /&gt;Sigh . &lt;br /&gt;SW , where are you now , When everything is not right ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4405443790102986237?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4405443790102986237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4405443790102986237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4405443790102986237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4405443790102986237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/12/come-back-please.html' title='Come back , please?'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sy4dQCLO5KI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EqH63TqqrO0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-237240815462334243</id><published>2009-12-18T20:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:52:53.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Syt6n5m7g8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/li9FuW_lWQ8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Syt6n5m7g8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/li9FuW_lWQ8/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416557802740745154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of Second Chance?&lt;br /&gt;I never knew how it would hurt until it truly happened.&lt;br /&gt;Even the tiniest ants gets a chance of living.&lt;br /&gt;Everything gets a chance , that is only if you would give it to them.&lt;br /&gt;Let me out from this nightmare , i do not wish to stay all alone here without you . Break these bars which restrains me from getting to you . It wont be the same like how it was . I Promise .&lt;br /&gt;This post will not be long .&lt;br /&gt;It will end here .&lt;br /&gt;Is there still love , Would you still give me another chance to continue from where we stopped ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-237240815462334243?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/237240815462334243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=237240815462334243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/237240815462334243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/237240815462334243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/12/chance.html' title='Chance'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/Syt6n5m7g8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/li9FuW_lWQ8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-4579745308216794343</id><published>2009-12-14T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:04:35.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SyYnqJdUttI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HqBkDStzX14/s1600-h/10426_1211998496695_1130747164_30674974_5834515_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SyYnqJdUttI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HqBkDStzX14/s200/10426_1211998496695_1130747164_30674974_5834515_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415059207006500562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Year , some malay trip . Dont really remember why we went there . But i do remember something . Something i dont wish to remember but i couldn't run away from it anymore . It was somehow funny , i actually got lost in that group , And i was standing beside someone . *Changes Topic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd ! Remember PEACE FLIPPERS! Let's Go fly kite . venue, I DONT KNOW WHERE! . Anywhere windy can ready (: Then We go BCTIH about people at Mac (: WOOO !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4579745308216794343?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4579745308216794343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4579745308216794343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4579745308216794343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4579745308216794343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-year.html' title='Last year'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/SyYnqJdUttI/AAAAAAAAAJs/HqBkDStzX14/s72-c/10426_1211998496695_1130747164_30674974_5834515_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-990403884399719657</id><published>2009-12-02T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:47:12.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide</title><content type='html'>Dear You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are..different now. The way i look at things,the way.. we talk. Everything,its just..it feels wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have the chance to say anything just now because i was speechless. I still rememeber,whre you said you will be my dictionary when im speechless. All those cute times are soon left to be remain as memories. You're a great,remember that. Well,to me.. i dont think im the right one for you..there are many others guys which are way better then me. The one month we had together is now plain memories which will fade as time flies. I know i cant change anything now,soo.. i respect your choice. You didnt see me cry today,because i already did yesterday..and at ISH,when you left,i was tearing up. I dont need you to care about me for my feelings,coz there will be another guy..better than me which needs to be cared of. So,yeah.. Goodluck with your exams and stuff. I'll be here if you need me.&lt;br /&gt;And i didnt have the chance to say this since i came back from vietnam..so please let me say it for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-990403884399719657?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/990403884399719657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=990403884399719657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/990403884399719657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/990403884399719657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/12/suicide.html' title='Suicide'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4556327139910814191</id><published>2009-12-01T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:57:58.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now What ?!</title><content type='html'>Im waiting here for you to text me , i just came back and all i want is to hear your voice but now..i dont think any of that is possible anymore. I dont know what had happen when im gone ,why is it like this,but whatever it is,i respect your decision. To me,i dont want you to get any scolding from them.So,if you have to do it then,just do it.Im tired and blank .. I dont know what to say. You said you're gonna text me at night but you didnt ,you just..went off to sleep. You may not know how i feel now but i truely know how you feel. This is not the first time for me,infact its the second. I pray everyday that this day wont come,but.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Enough talking .. i dont know what else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4556327139910814191?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4556327139910814191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4556327139910814191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4556327139910814191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4556327139910814191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-now-what.html' title='And Now What ?!'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-7820844351103337674</id><published>2009-11-16T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:48:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B and G</title><content type='html'>B : Where have you been all night?&lt;br /&gt;G : Waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;B : Waiting for me? but we were suppose to meet last night.&lt;br /&gt;G : I know,its hard for me to get out from here,i need you to come.&lt;br /&gt;B : Tell me your address and I'll come tonight.&lt;br /&gt;G : There is one problem. I do not know my address but i know that,you stay directly opposite from where i am.&lt;br /&gt;B : You mean..&lt;br /&gt;G : Yes,The Gift Shop.I've been waiting for you to come,I've seen you been carried by your master everytime. I was hoping she'd buy me and we could be together.&lt;br /&gt;B : *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are like gift from gift shops, whereas guys are the buyers.&lt;br /&gt;We need the right time so that we could get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-7820844351103337674?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7820844351103337674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=7820844351103337674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7820844351103337674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7820844351103337674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/11/b-and-g.html' title='B and G'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-5164993077886200032</id><published>2009-11-14T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:23:03.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chaleeet and Apec and DXO</title><content type='html'>yesterday chalet with the sec 2s and YW. Haha,everything went well until some of them went to drink. Haha. YW was drunk and was walking like a new born baby giraffe,unable to walk properly. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,i'm at DXO!! A club in singapore,i know you might be thinking that i cant enter since im only 15 but guess what,i am in! Its for the apec performance! It starts at 8 but we came at 1. Heh! Most of them are fast asleep at those very cossy and glam sofas while im here blogging. Im soo exited for the performances with the sri warisan people. We're all like family. Obama will be here,and other #1 people in all different contries will also be here. I thought DXM was a stripper bar or some pub but its just a normal club house. Haha. I really have no idea what to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh! Cant wait for tomorrow! Gonna bowl with the mentors! Mr.sham's treat!! Haha. And next week ,wel..cant say here. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5164993077886200032?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5164993077886200032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5164993077886200032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5164993077886200032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5164993077886200032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/11/chaleeet-and-apec-and-dxo.html' title='chaleeet and Apec and DXO'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-758423406919626911</id><published>2009-11-01T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:46:36.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farid Sucre</title><content type='html'>Arid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need the blings,dope shoes and accessories to be seen as a great dancer. To me,you are already a great dancer . All those accessories are just to let others know you through your style but being simple is already great. Simplicity is unique . During the practices at airport , i dont judge the way you dress,im more focus on the moves of bboying and i know,its not only me ,the other faddies also dont judge you by how you dress. Arid,its not about the blings ,its about you and how you carry yourself. You cant let all those bring you down.  You're a great dancer and everyone knows that. Live your dream,dont ever give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-758423406919626911?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/758423406919626911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=758423406919626911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/758423406919626911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/758423406919626911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/11/farid-sucre.html' title='Farid Sucre'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-201835171415048961</id><published>2009-10-31T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:49:23.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superwoman</title><content type='html'>YW ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so confused,&lt;br /&gt;about how things are.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;Or are my hopes too far?&lt;br /&gt;If you still love me,&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know,&lt;br /&gt;So that I don't wind up,&lt;br /&gt;With just some other h**!&lt;br /&gt;Because no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;You still are my world.&lt;br /&gt;And I won't waste my time,&lt;br /&gt;With just another girl.&lt;br /&gt;I promised you once,&lt;br /&gt;That I will never leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;And you will always have a place to stay,&lt;br /&gt;Because my home is your home.&lt;br /&gt;But please let me know,&lt;br /&gt;If you still feel the same for me,&lt;br /&gt;So that I can be something,&lt;br /&gt;I'd never thought I'd be again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-201835171415048961?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/201835171415048961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=201835171415048961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/201835171415048961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/201835171415048961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/10/superwoman.html' title='Superwoman'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-8902727067639610401</id><published>2009-10-18T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:02:01.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th Birthday Dini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/StqgiUw403I/AAAAAAAAAJk/w6BQ8luizdM/s1600-h/Lalaohxz890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/StqgiUw403I/AAAAAAAAAJk/w6BQ8luizdM/s200/Lalaohxz890.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393800015279346546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Stqgh8hErfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tVLW0o1T4wY/s1600-h/firnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Stqgh8hErfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tVLW0o1T4wY/s200/firnme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393800008770563570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syafiqah and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated 4th birthday Dini !&lt;br /&gt;The birthday party was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Shahrul,Janine,Helissa,Farid,Hazazi,Syafiq,Huda,Syafiqah,Shidah and Effa were there. haha&lt;br /&gt;The food looks really nice but didnt really eat em because not really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for this short post,i dont know what to post ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-8902727067639610401?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8902727067639610401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=8902727067639610401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8902727067639610401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8902727067639610401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-4th-birthday-dini.html' title='Happy 4th Birthday Dini'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/StqgiUw403I/AAAAAAAAAJk/w6BQ8luizdM/s72-c/Lalaohxz890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-1436008213723894063</id><published>2009-10-17T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:56:59.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends? Never heard of them</title><content type='html'>And you sit there,packed with your friends while im alone at the corner of the room. Hatred fills itself in you to my every little movement. But,you dont mind if the others do it. What are you. I have kept my anger of everyone for a long time,not showing it to you is another,but you..you just show me your anger even the littlest mistakes i make. You want it to be your way,ALWAYS your way,but you have to know..not all agree to it,they might not show. I dont care if you were the only one who is like that,but dragging a friend to be just the same is just intorelable. I hate it when you ttake my friends away. I dont wanna brag ,i just want you to know that..you all wanted me to change and i did..and now,its your turn. There is not a need to know who,if you think its you..then,think again,or maybw..it is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1436008213723894063?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1436008213723894063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1436008213723894063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1436008213723894063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1436008213723894063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/10/friends-never-heard-of-them.html' title='friends? Never heard of them'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-1154473337539603443</id><published>2009-10-12T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:57:59.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>im in bed ,just finish mugging chem. Dont really know what to study tho. Well,i hope ill do better for this paper. Goodluck to Janine,Elvira and Cacats for you papers.&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Today! Or,yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;Started the day with janine and shahrul ramdhan bin omar bin akib bin ali! Met them at 201 mac. Mega Mcspicy for lunch! yay.Thanks janine. Studied together,kept changing locations. And we finally seperated at 5 plus. Headed to changi airport with shahrul to meet fadies..they're really cool! And funnyyyyyyy! Haha. Hmm,went home and mug till now. Well,im sleepy now.good luck people!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1154473337539603443?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1154473337539603443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1154473337539603443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1154473337539603443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1154473337539603443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-7840963883786030939</id><published>2009-10-11T02:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:14:58.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>okay,soo its like..2?&lt;br /&gt;Im on my bed..using phone to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Texting Janine&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;Lets start.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the faddies and Changi Airport today for dance. Well,i dance alone since im not in their crew.  Dance alone at the back. Injure my wrist again..and also my tigh. Headed to shahrul house. Ate and  to my house. Went to dikir.  Got show at tampines changkat.it was okay actually.&lt;br /&gt;Bought mac spicy which i actually choked on,haha!! And went back home.. And now,someone fell asleep whle texting me! Hmph! Okay..nights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-7840963883786030939?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7840963883786030939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=7840963883786030939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7840963883786030939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7840963883786030939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/10/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-887298988703272752</id><published>2009-09-21T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T12:57:17.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SW</title><content type='html'>The best love is the kind that awakens&lt;br /&gt;the soul and makes us reach for more;&lt;br /&gt;that plants a fire in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;and brings peace to our minds ....&lt;br /&gt;That's what you've given me&lt;br /&gt;and that's what I hope to give to you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SW (4.40am)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-887298988703272752?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/887298988703272752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=887298988703272752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/887298988703272752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/887298988703272752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/09/sw.html' title='SW'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4554310475278210410</id><published>2009-09-19T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:34:56.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washibuya Senior high School</title><content type='html'>Washibuya Senior High School !&lt;br /&gt;Departure from school around 12.15 to westcoast but eventually ,the bus driver got the wrong information from her boss ? and brought us to Marina Barage.We didnt leave the bus since we are not suppose to..so,stayed in the bus for maybe another half and hour to reach WSHS.&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese people there are soo welcoming and enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;The guys are hot,well..im only refering to their hair since im straight (:&lt;br /&gt;The Girls? WOAH!? okay la..thats all ive got to say .. but someone could beat em all (: yes SW?&lt;br /&gt;We play this activity call "Oh!No lights!" first,where we have to go through in pairs with blind folds on and the japanese students have to instruct us what to do.To summarise ,its like..a feeling of being blind?&lt;br /&gt;The second activity was a BLAST!!! THE HAUNTED HOUSE! . We had to enter  in threes Shahrul,Hamzi and me went together..and guess what! i lead them! they were REALLY far from me. It was scary actually,well..at all but the girls ahead of us were screaming like all of it is real! The 3 of us we laughing our asses out from the start,till the end,till we got sanitize by one of the Japanese girl . HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a 10minutes tour , the have a hostel,swimming pool and their basketball court is 10x much better then ours !&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda sleepy now,dont really wish to continue..haha,okay la..summarise all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ITS REALLY REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt; FANTASTIC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4554310475278210410?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4554310475278210410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4554310475278210410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4554310475278210410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4554310475278210410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/09/washibuya-senior-high-school.html' title='Washibuya Senior high School'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-8988731141319305</id><published>2009-09-18T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:44:17.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i really want</title><content type='html'>Japanese school,Here we come!&lt;br /&gt;To all Mentors,remember to bring CAMERA! Take the picture!&lt;br /&gt;All Sure HOT! Both boy and girl ..heh&lt;br /&gt;Guess what Shahrul wanna ask a japanese girl .. " Hi,do you know whats hentai?"&lt;br /&gt;WTH !&lt;br /&gt;Haha&lt;br /&gt;Shahrul ,shahrul.&lt;br /&gt;hmm,cant wait luh!&lt;br /&gt;Must wear tie there,Soo coool!&lt;br /&gt;Must be in school by 11.45 and gonna reach back at school at 5..maybe to LAN with Shahrul and the others for L4D!&lt;br /&gt;DIE ZOMBIE DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays,i find myself moving in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At times,i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;Is this what i really want? Will i regret after?I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-8988731141319305?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8988731141319305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=8988731141319305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8988731141319305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8988731141319305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-really-want.html' title='What i really want'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4011763339057631895</id><published>2009-09-16T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:01:39.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOO HOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO People!;))&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus's Account is HACKED by meee :O!&lt;br /&gt;All the best for N &amp;amp;O levels.Plusplusplus EOY:D&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, and and and i cut my hair ah!: kay, random.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i guess, GOODNIGHTZ!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4011763339057631895?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4011763339057631895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4011763339057631895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4011763339057631895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4011763339057631895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/09/boo-hoo.html' title=''/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-6716933061361722000</id><published>2009-09-13T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:42:55.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends no more</title><content type='html'>Hey there Dear Friend,i know you wont be reading this coz you wont view my blog but if you do then,WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 2 years since i know you,we've been through hell but yet i dont feel that friendship between us.We claim this,we claim that but those are just words.&lt;br /&gt;I cant feel it there.You're always with your friends and when im with you,you treat me like you just know me.You say you're only joking,you know im sensitive,i know you are too but still,is that all we know about each other?&lt;br /&gt;You dont answer my calls but you answer others.&lt;br /&gt;I think its because im from Normal Academic and you're from the express stream right?&lt;br /&gt;Is that why?&lt;br /&gt;You promise that we would hang out atleast ONE DAY A WEEK,and im okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;One day is better then not meeting at all but still,i dont get that one day.&lt;br /&gt;You dont know my hunger for that one day.&lt;br /&gt;If you still dont know who am i refering to then,WOW!&lt;br /&gt;And yet we claim that we're bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna talk to you about this because i know,one of us will just give in and things are back to normal without settling anything.&lt;br /&gt;Soo,i think it ends here,i just cant see it.Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still do keep that pink sobret dress i bought for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After this,i'll still wait for your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-6716933061361722000?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6716933061361722000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=6716933061361722000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6716933061361722000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6716933061361722000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/09/friends-no-more.html' title='friends no more'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-6662308196564055033</id><published>2009-09-11T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:25:17.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watching Spiderman 3.&lt;br /&gt;*swings around*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If home is where the heart is,then wherever you are,that's my home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to Kembangan to fetch Ya Wen then head for school.&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to have chemistry lessons with 3a2 but the teacher didnt let me join the class.."Say WHAAT!"&lt;br /&gt;Since i slept at 3 yesterday night talking to Ya Wen on the phone , i slept from 9.30 to 10.30 at Raelenes' classroom since its not lock and no one was inside.&lt;br /&gt;Went to LAN shop with CACATS ,w/o Janine and Helissa , to play left 4 dead.&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to school and the start begin.&lt;br /&gt;2 to 5,thats a long time but Min Min was there!&lt;br /&gt;Haha,its fun studying with her , sharing some jokes .&lt;br /&gt;And finally,choir ended and back home with Ya Wen (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aah And yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Geylang with Shahrul for buke and Asyafiqah saw me!&lt;br /&gt;Haha,long time since i met you.&lt;br /&gt;Your school is fun okay!&lt;br /&gt;We should meet again someday (:&lt;br /&gt;Soo,went back home with Shahrul and Asyafiqah.&lt;br /&gt;But the badthing is that,the nutella i brought spilt all over and my whole bag and the contents inside it drown in chocolate,Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(247, 120, 161); font-family: tahoma; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; letter-spacing: -1px;"&gt;♥Superwoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-6662308196564055033?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6662308196564055033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=6662308196564055033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6662308196564055033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6662308196564055033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/09/superman.html' title='Superman'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-7585854630546158174</id><published>2009-09-10T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:16:27.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remedial</title><content type='html'>Went to school yesterday for Maths Remedial with Ms.Ho&lt;br /&gt;Not many came.&lt;br /&gt;Ended at 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to study with Ya Wen but i went to study with Janine Instead.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY YA WEN! =/&lt;br /&gt;Study at bedok,no idea which part.&lt;br /&gt;Then Someone came and guess what,I was pangseh!&lt;br /&gt;For freaking 20mins!&lt;br /&gt;Heh.Its okay Janine,Im completely use to it already.&lt;br /&gt;Was actually having bad headache and feeling feverish so decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey You ,&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk on the phone again.Late night calls aye?&lt;br /&gt;We'll talk till 2a.m . Then 3, and 4.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be late for school for not having enough rest =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess What!&lt;br /&gt;Mama bought Nutella!yay&lt;br /&gt;Gonna break fast with Shahrul today at Geylang -.-&lt;br /&gt;Why there! why there!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Syafiqah,relax aye?&lt;br /&gt;Remember what i say?&lt;br /&gt;and,everythings gonna be back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-7585854630546158174?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7585854630546158174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=7585854630546158174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7585854630546158174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7585854630546158174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/09/remedial.html' title='Remedial'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-403626297109291192</id><published>2009-09-06T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:52:56.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawen</title><content type='html'>17 more minutes to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Wen!&lt;br /&gt;Hello.haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-403626297109291192?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/403626297109291192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=403626297109291192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/403626297109291192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/403626297109291192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/09/yawen.html' title='Yawen'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-1177627545255687545</id><published>2009-08-30T12:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:36:43.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vouleztion !</title><content type='html'>Low Kay Hwa Books are AWESOOOME!&lt;br /&gt;Well,have not read the whole book yet but im gonna get my book by tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;Already read like,8 lines of " To Forget You " , it totally changes my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to get my hands on "To Forget You" and the new book "Lilith" ,it looks gothic.&lt;br /&gt;Low Kay Hwa , You're AWESOOOOOME!&lt;br /&gt;Your Books somewhat can relate to my life,maybe im facing what you had face when you're younger.COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vouleztion !&lt;br /&gt;CREW:  Helissa&lt;br /&gt;              Janine&lt;br /&gt;              Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;              Shahrul&lt;br /&gt;              Farid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya Celebration,HERE WE COME!&lt;br /&gt;Shahrul,cepat mix the songs.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to dance.Fasting month is like an obstacle that stops us from dancing,gets us tired.&lt;br /&gt;But Heck Care!Haha&lt;br /&gt;Mix of Krumping,LA,Whacking and Breaking.&lt;br /&gt;I think it will turn out great (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back To Emotional side ,heh :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Before I met you, I wondered why all the lyrics in love      songs were so exaggerated: Why do lyricists create such mushy      and overemotional sentences? Why can’t they just write a good      melody without those melodramatic lyrics? That is plain      exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Before I fell in love with you, I thought romance novels were      just so silly: Why would a person cry for another person for      hours? How could a person wait for his lover for years? That is      plain silliness.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Before we became a couple, I thought romance movies were just so      stupid: How could a person love another person so deeply that it      became an obsession? How could one sacrifice so much, even to      the extent of his own life, for his lover? That is plain      stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   When I realized I had fallen so deeply in love with you, I      finally understood that songs, novels and movies are just      reflections of life, inspired by the writers’ true stories.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   Because when You decided to end our relationship, I realized our      story mirrors a love song that I once heard, a novel you once      read and a movie we once watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1177627545255687545?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1177627545255687545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1177627545255687545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1177627545255687545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1177627545255687545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/08/low-kay-hwa-books.html' title='Vouleztion !'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-6179718785714767798</id><published>2009-08-23T10:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:03:26.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of Boy and Girl.</title><content type='html'>To all my muslim friends,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fasting .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 10.35 and here i am,rotting at home,decaying infront of the comp.&lt;br /&gt;Oh time,please move quickly.I want it to be 1 now.I wanna go to Elvira house (:&lt;br /&gt;OH! Its raining,brrr Cold . Lighting , eee ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I know its kinda retarded to say this but i think that something is not answered .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,thats why im still not ready to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;You dont know how bad i cried when memories of us came back to me.&lt;br /&gt;You wont know how i feel when i read the poem you gave me.Yes,i kept it all.&lt;br /&gt;From Valentines day chocolate,To the poem for our 2nd month,to my birthday ring you gave me.I still have them all.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna throw them away but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i dont want to,its just..i cant.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile,your face,your kiss..All of it,is like a blade,which when it cuts,the bruise goes deep,deep inside this weak body of mine.&lt;br /&gt;How i just wish things would go back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;I keep on wishing,but it seems that its not coming true.&lt;br /&gt;Soo,i thought of making a move,to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;But everytime when i wanna do so,you would just look away,change path.&lt;br /&gt;Adibah,i can read you like i read others.&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel about me,even the littlest move from your eyes,i know what you trying to express even though you dont wanna say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008:&lt;br /&gt;A story about this particular boy in an ordinary school,living his ordinary life suffering from all things people wont really know but everything changed when he saw this girl.&lt;br /&gt;He kept this crush for this girl a secret.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted the girl.Because he knows that the girl would make a difference for him.&lt;br /&gt;He REALLY loves the girl.&lt;br /&gt;So,He waited..and waited..and waited.&lt;br /&gt;And finally,they spoke.&lt;br /&gt;Only on msn.Thier bond became greater even though they only talk on msn.&lt;br /&gt;In reality,the guy is too shy to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Secrets were exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;So,She told him about her boyfriend to him without knowing that the guy would be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;The guy just kept it to himself not wanting the girl to know.&lt;br /&gt;And when the girl and boy broke up,the boy didnt know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;But,thats not the end of the story,The girl liked another guy.And talk to the boy about how the guy is .&lt;br /&gt;What did the boy do?he just waited for her.&lt;br /&gt;2009:&lt;br /&gt;The friendship between both of them became better,they talk to each other in school.&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day,was a memorable day for him.&lt;br /&gt;But the most unforgettable day,will be the 22February.&lt;br /&gt;A day when a new book is open,A new story soon to be unfold.&lt;br /&gt;Things happen.They went through ups and downs together.The boy even went through hell when her parents found out.&lt;br /&gt;And not long after,They had to apart.&lt;br /&gt;The day that he wont forget and that he wish wont come but it did.&lt;br /&gt;18may:&lt;br /&gt;The broke off.&lt;br /&gt;The girl,not feeling any sadness.&lt;br /&gt;The boy? he suffered,till this very day.&lt;br /&gt;What he wants is just to talk to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;To hear her voice again.&lt;br /&gt;To look straight into her eyes and get drown in her ocean of love again but everything just wont come back.&lt;br /&gt;"Adibah,i love you till this very day" - Boy.&lt;br /&gt;thats what he wants to say to her face to face.&lt;br /&gt;But he cant.&lt;br /&gt;Well,thats about all for the boy.He's now living his terrible life,desperate for her love.&lt;br /&gt;Till this very day,the boy is still here,wanting,wishing,waiting for her to come back.&lt;br /&gt;The girl?well,she's having a good time now with that special someone of hers.&lt;br /&gt;So,"Last long with whoever you are with now" -Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,well...thats the story of the boy and girl.&lt;br /&gt;Some contents are hidden.Just not ready to be told.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-6179718785714767798?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6179718785714767798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=6179718785714767798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6179718785714767798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6179718785714767798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-of-boy-and-girl.html' title='Story of Boy and Girl.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4756587792839589787</id><published>2009-08-21T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:37:09.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your Presence</title><content type='html'>You look so beautiful today&lt;br /&gt;When you're sitting there it's hard for me to look away&lt;br /&gt;So i try to find the words that i could say&lt;br /&gt;I know distance doesn't matter but you feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;And I cant lie&lt;br /&gt;Every time I leave my heart turns gray&lt;br /&gt;And I want to come back home to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just cant take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it wont stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look so beautiful today&lt;br /&gt;It's like every time I turn around I see your face&lt;br /&gt;The thing I miss the most is waking up next to you&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes, I wish that I could stay&lt;br /&gt;And I cant lie&lt;br /&gt;Every time I leave my heart turns gray&lt;br /&gt;And I want to come back home to see your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just cant take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it wont stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just the price I gotta pay&lt;br /&gt;But when I come back home to feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;Makes it better&lt;br /&gt;Till that day&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing else that I can do&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant take it&lt;br /&gt;I just cant take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blade that cuts right through me&lt;br /&gt;But i can wait&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever (I can wait forever)&lt;br /&gt;When you call my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone it wont stop bleeding&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait&lt;br /&gt;I can wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl,i can wait forever .&lt;br /&gt;I saw you at the mosque.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to approach you but your mom was there.&lt;br /&gt;Even if your mom wasnt there,you'll just move towards the crowd so i wont be able to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I can just feel your presence,its really disturbing in a good way to me.&lt;br /&gt;My presence is very disturbing to you,yes i know.&lt;br /&gt;I cant do anything to change you from thinking that way about me now but i beg you ,can we just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends who talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Friends who shares secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Friends who cares.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4756587792839589787?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4756587792839589787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4756587792839589787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SoAm-YAIadI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SuXeSsSVuTI/s1600-h/d1d4d4dec0257bc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SoAm-YAIadI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SuXeSsSVuTI/s200/d1d4d4dec0257bc8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368333608862378450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling : Let the picture tell you how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying my best not to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;And when i fail to do so,you guys just get irritated.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna make you guys happy,thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry L_____ ,if i really did irritate her .&lt;br /&gt;But trust me,i do not have any intentions to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard for me to do so many things at once,its really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question , What do i go to school for ?&lt;br /&gt;Answer , easy .. I go to school,to change myself.i want to feel that i am needed unlike being at home.&lt;br /&gt;So please..im really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;That question i ask you, Just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;im really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its starting again,dont make it worst please.I dont want it to come and remind me of everything ive been through.Its hard and it hurts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-8572484410086326161?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8572484410086326161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=8572484410086326161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8572484410086326161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8572484410086326161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/08/seniorim-sorry.html' title='Senior,im sorry.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/SoAm-YAIadI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SuXeSsSVuTI/s72-c/d1d4d4dec0257bc8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-1916692135152252242</id><published>2009-08-02T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:54:46.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"So Close,But Yet So Far"</title><content type='html'>Somehow ..&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why you're still in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you want the feeling in me for you to fade away,and yes it already did.&lt;br /&gt;But,it keeps coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Can i just please talk to you? Atleast a hi?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Wen!&lt;br /&gt;We'll take pictures on wednesday okay!&lt;br /&gt;Before and After Cross country.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..&lt;br /&gt;This week has been a not so bad kind of week.&lt;br /&gt;Late night talks with Ya wen just made my day,even though it makes me sleep in the morning for not having enough sleep.But its worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,had NDP dinner At school.It was awesome.Many people,so much noise and countless idiocy.Went to school at 11 ..went back home at 11 night! =] Ate Pizza!Ms.Jiang treat.Went home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for next week?&lt;br /&gt;-Dont make Elvira Angry&lt;br /&gt;-Dont make teacher/others angry&lt;br /&gt;-Try to RELAX and Have Fun At school.&lt;br /&gt;LOL right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Close,But Yet So Far"&lt;br /&gt;Thats how i feel when you're around me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-5727611350719021613</id><published>2009-07-26T10:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:54:18.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one final question</title><content type='html'>I have said what i wanna say to you.&lt;br /&gt;But there are still alot of questions in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you would just sit and listen.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday,i wish i could see you in school.&lt;br /&gt;And when i do,my heart lightens even when i know deep inside you hate me alot.&lt;br /&gt;I know,you are avoiding me in school,everytime time you see me,you'll change course or just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;what i want is just to see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I know..&lt;br /&gt;The movie ticket,the valentine's day flower,the first month gift.&lt;br /&gt;You tore them,burn and cut em all.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Adibah,I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me too?&lt;br /&gt;No,Dont answer that.I dont think im not strong enough to listen to your answer.&lt;br /&gt;I've been going around,answering people's question about you.&lt;br /&gt;Saying that im already over you completely.It hurts to lie to them,and hurts more to lie about you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know whats stopping me from forgetting about you.&lt;br /&gt;It seems impossible,or is it that you were the one i was finding for a long time and now you're lost again.&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if you were finding for something you treasure a lot,when you found it,you waited for it till it truely shines in front of you and yours for the taking.But then, it just dissapears from your side,leaving nothing but sweet memories which hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Have you feel that way before?&lt;br /&gt;If you do,i believe that you truely know how i feel deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;To me,You're like a tear in the ocean.Its hard to find someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adibah,&lt;br /&gt;I believe that there is that Adibah i know in you,somewhere in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                            I'll be waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5727611350719021613?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5727611350719021613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-9060085724527813948</id><published>2009-07-20T20:19:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:54:29.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>state of confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SmRhYHFl8rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8Hkadbk86vQ/s1600-h/5397fbaacb3f9d70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SmRhYHFl8rI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8Hkadbk86vQ/s200/5397fbaacb3f9d70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360516523324994226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 {Its Mine Now!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know i've already forgotten you,hid all those memories we had together under those ragged blankets,erase you from my mind and my heart.All that was history but i have a feeling that its coming back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im starting to miss you Girl.The way you look at me,the way you smile just lightens up my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Smell of your hair Sticks to me,&lt;br /&gt;Like Honey and its Bee .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Yes its true,every once in a while,i could smell that hair of yours.&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember those cute times when you tried to fling your hair soo that it could whip my face,and when it did..It smelt nice,a smell that i could recognise anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;A smell that would be unforgettable.All the times we had together..i prayed hard that it would never end.&lt;br /&gt;It May be true that i am stubborn for not forgetting you.I am,but its just coming back to me.All these memories that i've swept away under that blanket is now slowly revealing itself again to me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if you hate me,i just wanna be friends.Even if you dont want to talk like friends,you can talk to me like we're enemies.Atleast you talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all that i need now.&lt;br /&gt;The ring you gave me,i still have it.I dont have the strength to throw it away,and its the only thing that makes me going now.I feel your presence when i hold it tight in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i hold it tight,i'll pray very hard that you might just one day,come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,i really wish for that day to come.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let the world stop turning,&lt;br /&gt;          Let the sun stop burning,&lt;br /&gt;          Let them tell me love's not worth going through.&lt;br /&gt;          If it all falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;          I will know deep in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;          The only dream that mattered had come true,&lt;br /&gt;          In this life I was loved by you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-9060085724527813948?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/9060085724527813948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-3066176679802695188</id><published>2009-07-18T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T09:28:28.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADEQ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SmEkgs4-0aI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jjaEPV5zZO8/s1600-h/1_912142961l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SmEkgs4-0aI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jjaEPV5zZO8/s200/1_912142961l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359605175772172706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adeq,&lt;br /&gt;Happy 14th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;May your wishes come true on this very special day and all others after it!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,no presents yet.&lt;br /&gt;Last long with him okay =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,back to me.&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Lets just summarise it all.&lt;br /&gt;Im still hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-3066176679802695188?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/3066176679802695188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=3066176679802695188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/3066176679802695188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/3066176679802695188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-adeq.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADEQ!'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/SmEkgs4-0aI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jjaEPV5zZO8/s72-c/1_912142961l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-4521437527887447014</id><published>2009-07-10T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:17:11.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make It stop .</title><content type='html'>Janine ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were the cause of it,Im really sorry okay.&lt;br /&gt;Please,take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;Dont cry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes to see you in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Please be strong,we all know that you are.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that advice you gave me about Adibah?&lt;br /&gt;Well,its time for you,to take that advice from me.&lt;br /&gt;Janine,it already happen..Accept it and move on.I know it hurts and its really hard after all you guys have been through but,this is life.You have to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Janine,if you need help or anything,Im here,the others are there for you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,I seriously hate today.&lt;br /&gt;I soo feel left out,i soo feel that..people are leaving me today.&lt;br /&gt;But,sigh..misunderstandings and more misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah,im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Adeq,i hope you mean what you say.&lt;br /&gt;Athira,i really dont know whats going on with us already.&lt;br /&gt;Huda,same to you.&lt;br /&gt;Im confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin' to do*&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/211502726473959421-4521437527887447014?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4521437527887447014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4521437527887447014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4521437527887447014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4521437527887447014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-it-stop.html' title='Make It stop .'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-5589525315674419055</id><published>2009-07-05T09:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:18:31.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Janine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sk_-uheGz4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/RmqRDhJJeR8/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sk_-uheGz4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/RmqRDhJJeR8/s200/s320x240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354778557178892162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sk_-ucUsmNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xJGwzkaENMg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sk_-ucUsmNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xJGwzkaENMg/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354778555797248210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,went to YMCA with Janine(!),Amirah,Shah and Fatyn For dance workshop.&lt;br /&gt;It was okay at start,but it ended really well.&lt;br /&gt;They though us 3 dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;First,the lindy hop.&lt;br /&gt;its familiar to line dance which is seriously not our type of dance style but its really fun.&lt;br /&gt;You had to turn and spin and stomp.&lt;br /&gt;Second was some bollywood dance.&lt;br /&gt;Funnneeh~ You have to Turn,shake here and there,turn again.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;And the last one which i can say everyones favourite.&lt;br /&gt;HIP HOP.&lt;br /&gt;The dance instructor was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;She's the top 5 dancer in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Cool oh what!&lt;br /&gt;I'll just be like her one day.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,one day,Me and C.R.E.W will be the top 5 in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;After the whole dance workshop.&lt;br /&gt;Me And Janine went to Cathay Mall and then to Plaza Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;took pictures but ill only upload 2.&lt;br /&gt;Went back home and sleep. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janine , Thanks for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;You really made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5589525315674419055?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5589525315674419055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5589525315674419055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5589525315674419055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5589525315674419055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks-janine.html' title='Thanks Janine.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sk_-uheGz4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/RmqRDhJJeR8/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-1048974414298379399</id><published>2009-07-03T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:17:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Depression.*breakup*</title><content type='html'>Okay please.&lt;br /&gt;I really felt that i was being pulled up from the ground,you actually made me smile,made me happy when you post it but then,i fell back to the floor soon after.&lt;br /&gt;That last sentence of yours,it really crushed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;But its already been 2 months.And you still hate me?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know for what reason but its really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i know you want it to end here.&lt;br /&gt;So,let me atleast say what i wanna say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adibah,you are still confusing me.&lt;br /&gt;you said you didnt like me from the start,but then you said you love me.Well,Used to love me.&lt;br /&gt;So,Which is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Do you or do you not.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to argue again so you need not answer it,but if you can answer,ill be happier.&lt;br /&gt;Well,it too make a deep impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna say what but its really scary.&lt;br /&gt;Adibah,from the start..&lt;br /&gt;I really thought it would last but it didnt.&lt;br /&gt;I cant do anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say something to you...&lt;br /&gt;I have never been hurt this much in my entire 15 years of living.&lt;br /&gt;But its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,God was testing me.&lt;br /&gt;To see how far i could go and how long could i resist.&lt;br /&gt;But i still have one and final question which..&lt;br /&gt;you may already answer,but not truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;So i just wanna know..&lt;br /&gt;Whats the actual reason for the breakup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1048974414298379399?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1048974414298379399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1048974414298379399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1048974414298379399'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SkWC1HeFW6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/rXLhPpZbE64/s1600-h/DSC04306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SkWC1HeFW6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/rXLhPpZbE64/s200/DSC04306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351827581249608610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               Elvira ,Me.During camp&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SkWC05dgeNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/imVeARL5AYU/s1600-h/DSC06411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SkWC05dgeNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/imVeARL5AYU/s200/DSC06411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351827577489094866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Mac before camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SkWC0s8MfBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/E_OLfSA_MD8/s1600-h/DSC04324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SkWC0s8MfBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/E_OLfSA_MD8/s200/DSC04324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351827574128147474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         Me And Evan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SkWC0fr9ycI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zBgrCGeMB5o/s1600-h/DSC04319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SkWC0fr9ycI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zBgrCGeMB5o/s200/DSC04319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351827570570414530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Me,Elvira and Farrhanah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,last day of camp.It was fun.Really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Camp ended at 1plus.Went to Mac with elvira,fir,evan,Azha,azhari .&lt;br /&gt;Most of the campers were there to.&lt;br /&gt;After eat,slept at macs for awhile since didnt get enough sleep the day before.&lt;br /&gt;Janine then called,ask for dance practise in school.&lt;br /&gt;Tired,sleepy,but yet i have to go.&lt;br /&gt;So,went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Janine was there,Helissa and the others too.&lt;br /&gt;Janine teach me the new steps and off i went to sleep again in school .&lt;br /&gt;And Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;Went online straight,added some new friends on msn,text them and all.&lt;br /&gt;To summarise all it,Camp is fun.Really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Farr And all campers,if you have pictures,send me please =]&lt;br /&gt;Really gonna miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ps: I gotta be with you. No One Knows Why Im Into You .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me,if today was to be my last,who would i spent it.&lt;br /&gt;My answer? i wanna spent it with you.Till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;But,now..thats not even possible.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting,seeing you or even talking to you..is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;What would your answer be?It wont be about me for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its true,i am crazy.Crazy about someone who isnt there.&lt;br /&gt;Who wont be there.Wont be there ..anymore.&lt;br /&gt;If i could Just... .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asyafiqah! I want the picture you took with me =]&lt;br /&gt;Faster go online. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Your school is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5563118360170210755?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5563118360170210755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5563118360170210755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5563118360170210755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5563118360170210755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/06/ga.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/SkWC1HeFW6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/rXLhPpZbE64/s72-c/DSC04306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-3362226067984058100</id><published>2009-06-23T07:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T07:24:41.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Just wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Parents went to work already.&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching 17 again to let the time pass.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go for dance later with Helissa,Jasleyn and Xin Ting .&lt;br /&gt;Will be joining Aaron and Elvira afterward for lunch at Mac.&lt;br /&gt;And Off To camp at East Spring Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Well,I've been thinking about this ,Maybe..Im gonna accept what you want.&lt;br /&gt;Well,if i did say that before well,i wont be lying now.&lt;br /&gt;You want all this to stop,okay.It Stops Here.&lt;br /&gt;But,If you were to start,Well..&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what will happen .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-3362226067984058100?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/3362226067984058100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=3362226067984058100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/3362226067984058100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/3362226067984058100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-5957805690531415357</id><published>2009-06-21T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:18:03.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You,Heartless Piece of Organism.</title><content type='html'>Once Again.&lt;br /&gt;You are Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;And like i said,I was NEVER over you.&lt;br /&gt;Even if i have,Why should i NOT bother you?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to order me now?&lt;br /&gt;Well,yeah..by the look of things,you do wanna win.&lt;br /&gt;Prize? Well, easy..I just want you to feel what i've feel throughout that whole 1year and 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;You dont gain anything right? well,GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;And,Anger and headache? thats all? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Just two ? and you wanna complain about it?&lt;br /&gt;*F3*&lt;br /&gt;So,Im a sore loser? okay.I am.&lt;br /&gt;Atleast im not like you.&lt;br /&gt;You're A person who is even WORSE then a sore loser,You HEARTLESS PIECE OF ORGANISM (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,You're hurt? not relating to me right?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,Lost your Friends or something?&lt;br /&gt;*Heh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5957805690531415357?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5957805690531415357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5957805690531415357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5957805690531415357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5957805690531415357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/06/youheartless-piece-of-organism.html' title='You,Heartless Piece of Organism.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-52929209408534450</id><published>2009-06-21T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:44:10.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>Adibah.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you call me,a cb,a fly.&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth,yes..i am hurt by it.But the thing is,i never get angry about it.&lt;br /&gt;I know,you're saying it because..thats what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;So,you regretted everything?&lt;br /&gt;Everything which includes me?&lt;br /&gt;Since that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so,lemme ask you somthing.&lt;br /&gt;Why,in the first place,you accepted me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-52929209408534450?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/52929209408534450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=52929209408534450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVrIV4SkXYY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IVrIV4SkXYY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song : Wannabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that HP have not post anything.&lt;br /&gt;I shall post this video.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,watch it.Its funny.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see more.&lt;br /&gt;Go to youtube,and search for moymoypalaboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song : Volare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Y89lnpDOH4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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his/her heart was broken!&lt;br /&gt;Thats STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;If i were to ask you for a breakup and then ask if you have any questions,you WILL say NO.&lt;br /&gt;Well,I make you heartless?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm,I dont think so,Its you yourself ,not me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya,and..IM GLAD that your friends,AND your OWN BROTHER,know that you get bored with guys easily.&lt;br /&gt;Not only people call you heartless,there's one more..Well,i'll keep it to myself for the time-being.&lt;br /&gt;And,if you never hear this before...i shall say this.&lt;br /&gt;"kalau berani buat,brani tangung"&lt;br /&gt;You broke my heart,so..pandai pandai la kau keluar from this situation.&lt;br /&gt;Passer and anonymous,you cant blame them.&lt;br /&gt;Its thier problem if they dont wanna put thier name,its the fcuking bussiness.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to order them to do what you say.&lt;br /&gt;As what i said ,you're nobody.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And Maybe,its not that i dont understand you,its you dont understand me..and your G*D Damn self.&lt;br /&gt;You have not realise anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;And if you claim you have,well..think again.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing..&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome.And im soo HONORED that i created a Very Very TERRIFIC Name for you,and its not only me who created it.Its also with the help of YOUR friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-8082351612098533519?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8082351612098533519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=8082351612098533519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8082351612098533519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8082351612098533519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/06/your-friends-you-have-yet-to-realise.html' title='Your friends? you have yet to realise something.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-2394648505056583658</id><published>2009-06-19T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:01:48.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Cant Blame Me.</title><content type='html'>Well,You cant blame me.&lt;br /&gt;Its not my fault for saying it.&lt;br /&gt;You Didnt even tell me its a secret.&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE DID.&lt;br /&gt;So,You cant count that as a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is,well..i dont even know it is.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to threaten me?Wanna tell me secrets?&lt;br /&gt;TELL AH!&lt;br /&gt;What?!I meddle with the other world?! Tell Lah!&lt;br /&gt;I dont give a Damn about it!&lt;br /&gt;The WHOLE WORLD? you sure? heh.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;People Say that im blind.Blind because im still siding you even when you talk about me,well..i wanna tell you this.YOURE BLIND,You have not realise something that everyone has.&lt;br /&gt;And That Something,You wont know.&lt;br /&gt;Well,you broke my heart..Soo now,you wanna tell my secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Well,Be my guest heartless.&lt;br /&gt;Its all yours.&lt;br /&gt;Tell everyone ,tell the people who you call "friends".&lt;br /&gt;I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;I aint scared of you nomore.&lt;br /&gt;To Passer ,Thanks for being understanding.I know who you are.*peace*&lt;br /&gt;Annonymous,i told you to stop it already.Didnt i?!&lt;br /&gt;Adibah..just remember this,you cant blame me for spilling out your "secrets" or whatever you call them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-2394648505056583658?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/2394648505056583658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=2394648505056583658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/2394648505056583658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/2394648505056583658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-cant-blame-me.html' title='You Cant Blame Me.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-6189356882951542155</id><published>2009-06-19T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:59:23.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks everyone</title><content type='html'>I Guess You're Happy Now.&lt;br /&gt;Im Just a Fly To You.&lt;br /&gt;Im Just TRASH.&lt;br /&gt;Who Care's About trash Right?&lt;br /&gt;First,You use them,Then you Just throw them Away.&lt;br /&gt;Im Just a Spare Tire To everyone.&lt;br /&gt;To You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Guess,&lt;br /&gt;From day one,You've been hating me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Not Wanting me To know.&lt;br /&gt;Till That Very day,You just let it out.&lt;br /&gt;It has only been 2 months of you resisting the pain.&lt;br /&gt;i resist Everything for A YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;I waited.&lt;br /&gt;You Told me Those good Stuff About Zafir,It hurts but still,i have to support you with it.&lt;br /&gt;After you Break up with him,I was relieve.No More zafir,no more about him.No more Pain.&lt;br /&gt;But then,You went talking about Iskandhar,sec 4 acadamic.Saying how Good Looking he was,How he is and all.I still Support you even when i have to go through all this!&lt;br /&gt;It Hurts!&lt;br /&gt;220209 :&lt;br /&gt;You made this world change,everything seems very slow,everything feels right.You Really showed me whats the real meaning of being in a relationship,but just a small move of calling you,ended it all.&lt;br /&gt;180509 :&lt;br /&gt;You ask for it at the volleyball court.You told me NOT to cry.Thats stupid.Who wont cry?!&lt;br /&gt;Even if i cry,would you even care? After you left me in the canteen alone,I burst into tears,not knowing what to do.Zafirah,Marie..They saw me running to the toilet.I didnt know how to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;If its hard for you,Its even Harder for Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im Not trying to disturb you,but you put it as i am.&lt;br /&gt;You said we could still be friends.&lt;br /&gt;But then you changed your mind.That even adds on to the pain.&lt;br /&gt;What i wanted was JUST TO BE FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,I forgot...You're a human,im just a FLY.&lt;br /&gt;You're somebody,im nobody.&lt;br /&gt;You're Adibah,Im Firdaus...two people,different heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adibah,lemme say this now.Im telling you what YOUR FRIENDS,Say about you behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;Adibah,You're a type of girl :&lt;br /&gt;Gets BORED with Guys EASILY.&lt;br /&gt;You're not worth talking to,waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;To summaries that,You Worth Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a fly?&lt;br /&gt;Who Cares? i still have others.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I do have friends,YOUR friends.People who know you,know about you.&lt;br /&gt;They tell me Things About you.&lt;br /&gt;Well,You still call them friends right?So,i have nothing to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im Just a Fly to you,Im Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But The others,They made me feel that im something.Unlike you,You're NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my emotions,I cant feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the doctor wont work,Its something called,Stress.&lt;br /&gt;Heryani,Thanks alot.I'll think about it but,its really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helissa,Thanks for being there for me even when i disturb you sleeping.Sorry for being stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,There is one negative point about her.Only one,But..Really Big.Maybe,She doesnt even know it.I'll Tell you everything when we're at the beach before dance okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athira,Its okay.Nevermind.I'll be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the others i missed out,Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i miss everyone,holiday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Went Snorkling in the middle of the sea.Well,Not exactly in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;But it was really really really far from the beach.&lt;br /&gt;The corals were Really BIG.fishes were everywhere.Even squids.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to hotel,sleep.Check out the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it,actually..alot others happen.&lt;br /&gt;But,lazy to type it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks EveryOne .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-6189356882951542155?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6189356882951542155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=6189356882951542155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6189356882951542155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6189356882951542155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-everyone.html' title='Thanks everyone'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-8708583686647458359</id><published>2009-06-12T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:41:54.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kacang .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SjGx6greDAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_9Vu4OBlozU/s1600-h/1_206798846l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SjGx6greDAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_9Vu4OBlozU/s200/1_206798846l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346249851428277250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Nadiah..&lt;br /&gt;Haha,since you posted about me WITH my picture,i shall do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Haha,i met her at East View Secondary school during tuition classes.&lt;br /&gt;We rarely talk,just look at thats all.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that i like Aliah (!) because i always talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah,thanks alright! (for you know what.if you dont,ask me.) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,seriously dont know what to say already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya,Im Maybe Joining CHOIR again ( ! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-8708583686647458359?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8708583686647458359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=8708583686647458359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8708583686647458359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8708583686647458359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/06/kacang.html' title='Kacang .'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/SjGx6greDAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_9Vu4OBlozU/s72-c/1_206798846l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-5331990150789777809</id><published>2009-06-07T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T16:21:18.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaaciaaak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sit3mwZLI3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZZBZi9yb05g/s1600-h/P060609_21.24%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sit3mwZLI3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZZBZi9yb05g/s200/P060609_21.24%5B01%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496890514449266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sit3m21HN7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/5Ty5f8K-auM/s1600-h/P060609_21.22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sit3m21HN7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/5Ty5f8K-auM/s200/P060609_21.22.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496892242245554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sit3mmIWltI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v-6ETwYYGeA/s1600-h/P060609_18.12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sit3mmIWltI/AAAAAAAAAHU/v-6ETwYYGeA/s200/P060609_18.12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344496887759541970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch terminator at Jurong Point around 9.20 p.m&lt;br /&gt;Met Liana,OhMyG (!)&lt;br /&gt;We should meet more!&lt;br /&gt;and,seriously..its either i didnt grow or you're shrinking.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss the times,you,me,syamim and the others.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really bored,like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah! haha..where are you!&lt;br /&gt;Texting you is fun.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like kinder bueno and milo (!)&lt;br /&gt;Im hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont have anything to say about you anymore except for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;And i know you'll be glad to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;Im over you (!) for good.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye,goodnight..for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5331990150789777809?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5331990150789777809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5331990150789777809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5331990150789777809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5331990150789777809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/06/kaaciaaak.html' title='Kaaciaaak'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sit3mwZLI3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZZBZi9yb05g/s72-c/P060609_21.24%5B01%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-6344753270931006981</id><published>2009-06-06T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:24:44.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May you be surronded by unlove-ness</title><content type='html'>I dont know how to say..&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best but i still fail.&lt;br /&gt;Its getting harder day by day.&lt;br /&gt;you're not talking to me..&lt;br /&gt;Noone is..&lt;br /&gt;Its getting harder to get over you.&lt;br /&gt;I know i cant change the past since you dont want it to be like it use to.&lt;br /&gt;FYI .. Thats not the reason why my ex's left me.&lt;br /&gt;so,Once again..If you dont know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT,i repeat..DO NOT jump to conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never get to see you as often as i like.&lt;br /&gt;I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;But deep in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;i truly know,&lt;br /&gt;you're the one that i love,and can't never let go .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-6344753270931006981?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6344753270931006981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=6344753270931006981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6344753270931006981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6344753270931006981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-you-be-surronded-by-unlove-ness.html' title='May you be surronded by unlove-ness'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-3165643042677604881</id><published>2009-06-01T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:08:12.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She WAS the reason why i go to school</title><content type='html'>Im really sorry okay.&lt;br /&gt;I really really didnt mean it.&lt;br /&gt;I swear i wont disturb you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just..imagine you didnt even exist,hows that? good enough?&lt;br /&gt;Me,my nonsense,my character,my "fucked up" attitude..Is not the reason why my ex broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;Well,yeah..i do agree that im annoying.IM VERY ANNOYING.TO EVERYONE(!) Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth,i didnt copy everything from other peoples blog.&lt;br /&gt;So,if you dont know,dont say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Destin,i didnt just say it from myself,i HEARD it from someone who was WITH him.&lt;br /&gt;Once again,if you dont know anything,dont say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,i think you're gonna be GLAD knowing this.&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna move on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,i forgot,you dont even give a SHIT about it!&lt;br /&gt;So now,i just wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're gonna be happy with whoever it is,&lt;br /&gt;the outcome of you to the guy,will still be the same..&lt;br /&gt;I have TOO MUCH information about YOU!&lt;br /&gt;From people who you actually think wont tell about yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye .. &lt;s&gt;You&lt;/s&gt; HEARTBREAKER.!(!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-3165643042677604881?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/3165643042677604881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=3165643042677604881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/3165643042677604881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/3165643042677604881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-was-reason-i-go-to-school.html' title='She WAS the reason why i go to school'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-2727657370265112229</id><published>2009-05-31T08:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:04:15.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What way</title><content type='html'>"fine! be that way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What way?&lt;br /&gt;You're confusing me in every way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-2727657370265112229?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/2727657370265112229/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-9055717253804031813</id><published>2009-05-30T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:50:53.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted to you. 101th post!</title><content type='html'>I heard you're doin' OK,&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm addict,&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I don't care&lt;br /&gt;  When you don't think about me&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;But you left anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it&lt;br /&gt;And I need it&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;And I never&lt;br /&gt;Wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day I met you&lt;br /&gt;And after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I'm still addict,&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;I think you know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;I'd run a thousand miles to get you&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;I tried to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;I did all that I could&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you&lt;br /&gt;But you left anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it&lt;br /&gt;And I need it&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;And I never&lt;br /&gt;Wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will I be waiting?&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;I can't make you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it&lt;br /&gt;And I need it&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin' to forget that&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;But I want it&lt;br /&gt;And I need it&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget what you said&lt;br /&gt;And I never&lt;br /&gt;Wanna do this again&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-9055717253804031813?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-6173147425481960361</id><published>2009-05-29T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:58:39.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adibah</title><content type='html'>FINE!&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know you dont wanna talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.So,this is how it ends.&lt;br /&gt;How fascinating =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,I wish you luck for "only god knows" what you doing.&lt;br /&gt;Soo,yeah.&lt;br /&gt;To People out there,Me and Adibah..we're over!&lt;br /&gt;Time to burn that old book of hers,&lt;br /&gt;and to write a new book of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone out there ; Atasha,Syarifah etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry i didnt listen to you guys earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Its true about what you guys say about her.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know at first but,i gotta admit..&lt;br /&gt;She is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To : Adibah ,&lt;br /&gt;You said we could still be friends.&lt;br /&gt;"stop it would you!&lt;br /&gt;you told me you wont disturb me if i told you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;and now. you are disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;you wana talk to me. but i dont wana talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;so stop bugging me!"&lt;br /&gt;Well,that shows that you dont wanna be friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So,i wish you farewell.&lt;br /&gt;Bye..&lt;s&gt;TWIN,LOVE,CRUSH&lt;/s&gt; You .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-6173147425481960361?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6173147425481960361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=6173147425481960361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6173147425481960361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6173147425481960361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/05/adibah_29.html' title='Adibah'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-2750256279631911529</id><published>2009-05-27T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:48:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A chance.</title><content type='html'>Im sorry for disturbing you all this while.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for not listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that,i cant handle the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I know that i have to move on because you already did.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how you did it that quick but to me,it takes time for the feeling to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adibah,Im really sorry for what ive done.&lt;br /&gt;Once again,im sorry for not listening to you.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry,I hope you forgive me.  *looks down,depressed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please give me another chance Adibah,Please.&lt;br /&gt;I want to prove to you that i could change into the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-2750256279631911529?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-4037081987082409903</id><published>2009-05-24T11:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:46:08.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CWC committee</title><content type='html'>Congrats :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec One:&lt;br /&gt;IzzDaniel and Jacky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec Two:&lt;br /&gt;Syafa'at&lt;br /&gt;Sabran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec Three:&lt;br /&gt;Janine&lt;br /&gt;Atasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice- Director(CWC) :&lt;br /&gt;Debbie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director(CWC):&lt;br /&gt;*Confidential*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going pretty well now.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how but,it just is.&lt;br /&gt;To all CWC,Congrats on getting your positions.&lt;br /&gt;Debbie,please do not punch me in the knee again!It hurts!&lt;br /&gt;Soo,lets prepare for Youth Day alright? (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Me:&lt;br /&gt;Things are,still complicated for me,&lt;br /&gt;the truth,the silence,the break up.&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know something.&lt;br /&gt;Adibah,if you're ready this.Answer me.&lt;br /&gt;Do you really mean everything that you said from the start(220209),or were you just using me.&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to move on,answer the question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4037081987082409903?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4037081987082409903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4037081987082409903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4037081987082409903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4037081987082409903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/05/cwc-committee.html' title='CWC committee'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-7382383027790356840</id><published>2009-05-22T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:31:14.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh,it seems that you moved on quickly,VERY.&lt;br /&gt;Now,you're telling me to move on.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I CANT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be that guy that you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;Well,its true right,im no one. You told me that i was someone but now,&lt;br /&gt;i dont think you mean all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i really know you.&lt;br /&gt;But im mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;You dont know how TIRING and PAINFUL is it for me to wait for you,listen to all your talks about your ex-guy.&lt;br /&gt;But atleast i listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were EVERYTHING to me.&lt;br /&gt;You were the flame which kept me warm in the chilly night.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;But,im still gonna wait.Even if it takes me ANOTHER DREADLYFUL YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;You didnt know how i feel when i was doing ALL my papers.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,maybe..you dont even CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adibah,i really thought i know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You..i really dont know you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And,."&lt;/span&gt;anyways, i think i am back to the old adibah."&lt;br /&gt;I DONT THINK SOO.&lt;br /&gt;The old Adibah aint like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-7382383027790356840?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7382383027790356840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=7382383027790356840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7382383027790356840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7382383027790356840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/05/broken-halo.html' title='Broken Halo'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-2669260198572233356</id><published>2009-05-20T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:48:48.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wimp .</title><content type='html'>Had peer mentoring today&lt;br /&gt;from 8-3.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Rasa21 for lunch and came back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Play basketball,its one of the events.&lt;br /&gt;*broke into tears,when someone actually said her name,&lt;br /&gt;Got pissed,emotional and stopped playing for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;But,thanks to the others,i got back on track.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is,im faking it all , So Rashidah,Janine and the others..&lt;br /&gt;Even if you see me smile and laugh all day,one word of her..&lt;br /&gt;Could make me burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to stay strong,but i just  realise.&lt;br /&gt;I cant.&lt;br /&gt;What a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus is a WIMP (!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-2669260198572233356?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/2669260198572233356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=2669260198572233356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/2669260198572233356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/2669260198572233356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/05/wimp.html' title='Wimp .'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-8135088121808333704</id><published>2009-05-20T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:41:24.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>READ.</title><content type='html'>Read The Draft, Firdaus.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huda ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-8135088121808333704?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8135088121808333704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=8135088121808333704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8135088121808333704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8135088121808333704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/05/read.html' title='READ.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-8507690162769261606</id><published>2009-05-19T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:06:45.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firdaus</title><content type='html'>In Rememberance of&lt;br /&gt;        Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;220209 - 180509&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-8507690162769261606?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8507690162769261606/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-1415185080197985515</id><published>2009-05-19T08:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:36:10.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No way to take it all back?</title><content type='html'>Second day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant sleep ,thinking of what just happen.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish things would never change.&lt;br /&gt;You are something i really cant forget.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is,i cant handle the truth girl,i really cant.&lt;br /&gt;All this seems like a never ending nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"memories,suppose to fade."&lt;br /&gt;Well,not all.To me,none of them are fading.&lt;br /&gt;All of it is clear in mind,playing with my thoughts,meddling with my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was at its slowest beat,&lt;br /&gt;my breathing became fast,&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes were turning red,&lt;br /&gt;you came,and stab me dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,as i lie on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;you there looking at me,&lt;br /&gt;i wonder,if i we could be together again,&lt;br /&gt;but now,its all useless,we cant.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do,where ever you are,&lt;br /&gt;Ill be there,watching over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl,remember this.&lt;br /&gt;You were the very first that i took it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You really showed me whats the true meaning of all of it.&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning till the end.&lt;br /&gt;The happy moments till all the heartbreaking moments.&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard for me to swallow in the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Since we've apart,&lt;br /&gt;Please don't forget me,&lt;br /&gt;because im sure i wont forget you,&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll meet again,&lt;br /&gt;And to hear that voice of yours,&lt;br /&gt;which keeps me going all day,&lt;br /&gt;that face of yours,&lt;br /&gt;the pretty face of yours,which often makes my eyes glued to them&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;That heart of yours,&lt;br /&gt;Which made me realise,what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1415185080197985515?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1415185080197985515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1415185080197985515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1415185080197985515'/><link rel='self' 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will never come,but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs are trembling,&lt;br /&gt;My voice was sealed,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is torn.&lt;br /&gt;Its impossible for me to let you go after all we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;And if you do,&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Even if i have to wait for another year,&lt;br /&gt;Just like i did last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adibah,im sorry,im not ready to let you go.I really cant.&lt;br /&gt;It seems impossible for me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senyor . Victim . says:&lt;br /&gt; Adibah&lt;br /&gt; i really needa talk to you&lt;br /&gt; Adibah?&lt;br /&gt;Elfi Trixi »–(¯ˇ¯)–» says:&lt;br /&gt; brb&lt;br /&gt;  Senyor . Victim . says:&lt;br /&gt; sigh&lt;br /&gt;Elfi Trixi »–(¯ˇ¯)–» says:&lt;br /&gt; i am sorry&lt;br /&gt;  Senyor . Goodbye . says:&lt;br /&gt; For?&lt;br /&gt; Do you remember the days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Elfi Trixi »–(¯ˇ¯)–» says:&lt;br /&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;  Senyor . Goodbye . says:&lt;br /&gt; I do,it feels as if it was just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt; but,i know&lt;br /&gt; every starting has an ending .&lt;br /&gt; But i..&lt;br /&gt;Elfi Trixi »–(¯ˇ¯)–» says:&lt;br /&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;  Senyor . Goodbye . says:&lt;br /&gt; it has only been 8hrs and23mins&lt;br /&gt; i still cant divert you out from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Elfi Trixi »–(¯ˇ¯)–» says:&lt;br /&gt; are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;  Senyor . Goodbye . says:&lt;br /&gt; Because,you were the ONLY thing i think of.&lt;br /&gt; every night and day.&lt;br /&gt; And now,it all end.i hope this day would never come.&lt;br /&gt; But,i cant do anything because..&lt;br /&gt; your parents right?&lt;br /&gt; I just wanna tell you how i feel..after i gotta know about it,i couldnt sleep well and all.&lt;br /&gt; I feel empty.&lt;br /&gt; Adibah&lt;br /&gt;Elfi Trixi »–(¯ˇ¯)–» says:&lt;br /&gt; yes?&lt;br /&gt;  Senyor . Goodbye . says:&lt;br /&gt; Im not ready to let you go just yet.. )=&lt;br /&gt;Elfi Trixi »–(¯ˇ¯)–» says:&lt;br /&gt; but you have to&lt;br /&gt;  Senyor . Goodbye . says:&lt;br /&gt; But i cant Adibah..i cant.&lt;br /&gt; I waited...and waited.&lt;br /&gt; And..this is how it ends&lt;br /&gt; Adibah?&lt;br /&gt; Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Elfi Trixi »–(¯ˇ¯)–» says:&lt;br /&gt; you did nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt; if you love me, please let me go&lt;br /&gt;  Senyor . Goodbye . says:&lt;br /&gt; Please,dont do this to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry Adibah.I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1823475571555506263?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1823475571555506263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1823475571555506263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1823475571555506263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1823475571555506263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Gadis, yang berjelita,&lt;br /&gt;Yang di sayangi oleh ku.&lt;br /&gt;Dia menghancurkan perasaan ku.&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga ku berasa sedih, sampai ke hari ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selepas beberapa hari kemudian,&lt;br /&gt;Ku tersempak dengan seorang permaisuri,&lt;br /&gt;Daripada sekolah ku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Wajahnya adalah yang terindah, yang ku telah hadapi.&lt;br /&gt;Apabila dia bersuara,&lt;br /&gt;Kaki ku menjadi lemah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bermula berkenalan dengan dia,&lt;br /&gt;Dan pada saat itu,&lt;br /&gt;Aku berjatuh Cinta kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuba mengambil hatinya,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi ia tidak sangat payah.&lt;br /&gt;Kerana dia sudah mencintaiku, sebanyak yang ku mencintai dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib ku mula bertukar.&lt;br /&gt;Kerana ia di terangi, oleh seorang permaisuri.&lt;br /&gt;Sehinggalah ke hari ini,&lt;br /&gt;Ku masih bersama dia.&lt;br /&gt;Berketawa, dan berbual mesra, sambil berpegangan tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5702039503791868879?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5702039503791868879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5702039503791868879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5702039503791868879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5702039503791868879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/05/permaisuri.html' title='Permaisuri'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-1010291134559580004</id><published>2009-05-13T15:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:37:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SgqisEOYgUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rJG6PBGmMg8/s1600-h/DSC08546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SgqisEOYgUI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rJG6PBGmMg8/s200/DSC08546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335255586505785666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate fell short this time&lt;br /&gt;Your smile fades in the summer&lt;br /&gt;Place your hand in mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave when I wanna&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how can you sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how can you breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know,&lt;br /&gt;How you love me tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1010291134559580004?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1010291134559580004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1010291134559580004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1010291134559580004'/><link rel='self' 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128&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there, the angel from my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;The shadow in the background of the morgue&lt;br /&gt;The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley&lt;br /&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally if we want&lt;br /&gt;Where you can always find me&lt;br /&gt;We'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;And in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;br /&gt;We'll wish this never ends.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;br /&gt;This sick strange darkness&lt;br /&gt;Comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;br /&gt;And as I stared I counted&lt;br /&gt;What's with all the spiders&lt;br /&gt;Catching things and eating their insides&lt;br /&gt;Like indecision to call you&lt;br /&gt;and hear your voice of treason&lt;br /&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight&lt;br /&gt;Stop this pain tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5328275670262434232?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5328275670262434232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5328275670262434232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5328275670262434232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5328275670262434232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4322149818487600614</id><published>2009-05-09T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:40:11.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thought i had you</title><content type='html'>I cry for the time&lt;br /&gt;                      that you were almost mine,&lt;br /&gt;                      I cry for the memories&lt;br /&gt;                      I've left behind,&lt;br /&gt;                      I cry for the pain,&lt;br /&gt;                      the lost, the old the new,&lt;br /&gt;                      I cry for the times&lt;br /&gt;                      I thought I had you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4322149818487600614?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4322149818487600614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4322149818487600614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4322149818487600614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4322149818487600614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-thought-i-had-you.html' title='i thought i had you'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-1105317921391051338</id><published>2009-05-04T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:05:26.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAKE EVERYTHING, SADDEST ANGEL&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For i shall live in torture and despair.&lt;br /&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/211502726473959421-1105317921391051338?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-7403305802114779093</id><published>2009-05-01T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:51:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first time .</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;The first time I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;The first time we spoke,&lt;br /&gt;I knew you were the one,&lt;br /&gt;To have and to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is complete,&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;As I sit by this fire,&lt;br /&gt;My true feelings I dare not hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years go by,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I pray you love me, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;These feelings I had for you,&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm writing this poem,&lt;br /&gt;To say how much I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-7403305802114779093?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7403305802114779093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=7403305802114779093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7403305802114779093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7403305802114779093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-time.html' title='The first time .'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-8047807759827999896</id><published>2009-05-01T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:52:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvi54pLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nJgSWSbnros/s1600-h/DSC08687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvi54pLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nJgSWSbnros/s200/DSC08687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330649792072164530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvWPRnCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nOJ4U6heYKE/s1600-h/DSC08680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvWPRnCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nOJ4U6heYKE/s200/DSC08680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330649788672220194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvai9jDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/c9HDvZXO8Mk/s1600-h/DSC08681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvai9jDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/c9HDvZXO8Mk/s200/DSC08681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330649789828533298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvIJIKtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a4gNTXTcr0o/s1600-h/DSC08683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvIJIKtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/a4gNTXTcr0o/s200/DSC08683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330649784888339154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvKJH7oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/biZC67HCRHQ/s1600-h/DSC08679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvKJH7oI/AAAAAAAAAGk/biZC67HCRHQ/s200/DSC08679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330649785425194626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,end the paper quite early.And,thats in the girls toilet.Heryani,Hamzi,Camelia and Me.&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures and all.Sigh,watch X-men and head for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,what sucky day.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,i dont know what to do already.&lt;br /&gt;Iqbal,if you see this..&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME WHAT TO DO.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO (!)&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i have to know from you.&lt;br /&gt;Its getting harder day by day for me,maybe you wont care because...(feel in the blanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the fun and games begin&lt;br /&gt;She is spayed and broken in&lt;br /&gt;Skin is cold and white&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely lonely night&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is on the way&lt;br /&gt;You could feel the hate&lt;br /&gt;but I guess you never will&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a roll again&lt;br /&gt;and I want an end&lt;br /&gt;'cause I feel you creeping in&lt;br /&gt;What I found in this town&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading for a breakdown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-8047807759827999896?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8047807759827999896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=8047807759827999896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8047807759827999896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8047807759827999896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/05/breakdown.html' title='breakdown'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfpFvi54pLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nJgSWSbnros/s72-c/DSC08687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-4174713450417792594</id><published>2009-04-29T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:13:37.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfgnEW1Px1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/9hdODsCUKm0/s1600-h/27042009035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfgnEW1Px1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/9hdODsCUKm0/s200/27042009035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330053114794854226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfgnEOhf0GI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-XKsZEX-VSI/s1600-h/27042009032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfgnEOhf0GI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-XKsZEX-VSI/s200/27042009032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330053112564535394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow,i like this picture.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,everything is sucky now.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Its getting more complicated,but..im not blaming you for all this.&lt;br /&gt;Im suppose to be blame.&lt;br /&gt;day by day,its getting harder.&lt;br /&gt;Im here,trying to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Im here,afraid to let go,hanging on a thin line.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard,to concentrate,to even think straight.&lt;br /&gt;Just get this is mind,its not your fault,it never is and never will.&lt;br /&gt;Im the one at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iqbal,if you see this well..i dont know what to do.Im sorry for what ive done to the whole family,to your parents and most importantly,to Adibah.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know it would turn out this way but,sometimes..we just have to keep stuff to ourself and not tell others(WHICH INCLUDES PARENTS) and if its not anything that has you in it,well..STAY OUT OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;I know,i cant say that because you're her brother but..well,i dont just keep stuff to myself forever.One day,i'll just say everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood : Dead&lt;br /&gt;Reason : cant express it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4174713450417792594?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4174713450417792594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4174713450417792594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4174713450417792594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4174713450417792594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/04/dead.html' title='Dead'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfgnEW1Px1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/9hdODsCUKm0/s72-c/27042009035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-4673514589966314955</id><published>2009-04-25T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:51:32.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"oh"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfMGCzZOQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/7_dohPi8dKk/s1600-h/25042009028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfMGCzZOQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/7_dohPi8dKk/s200/25042009028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328609429334934466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvira,Janine,Jun Guang , Me(!) (left to right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Elvira house to study with those other two up there.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun..&lt;br /&gt;Sang some songs&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH SONGS(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Only Janine and Elvira sang.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a PENCIL BOX ..&lt;br /&gt;and it says " Oh"&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ELVIRA(!)JANINE(!)JUN GUANG(!)&lt;br /&gt;We should do this more.&lt;br /&gt;Every saturday alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jun Guang..&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for what happen.&lt;br /&gt;relax okay?Dont take it to heart.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are near..REALLY near.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about it,life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I hope things between you two get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK EVERY ONE FOR MID-YEAR EXAMINATIONS(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3hr 9mins left .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/211502726473959421-4673514589966314955?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4673514589966314955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4673514589966314955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4673514589966314955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4673514589966314955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh.html' title='&quot;oh&quot;'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/SfMGCzZOQ8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/7_dohPi8dKk/s72-c/25042009028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-1533906423772954238</id><published>2009-04-22T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:59:43.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>220409</title><content type='html'>With the start of each new day&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking of you...&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of my busy day,&lt;br /&gt;my mind wanders and think of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere i see your smile,&lt;br /&gt;hear your laugh and i think of you...&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful now&lt;br /&gt;Because i fall in love all over again&lt;br /&gt;each time i think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a favorite blanket on a chilly night&lt;br /&gt;or when i'm feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;Your love wraps itself around me&lt;br /&gt;like a special hug from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having a friend like you&lt;br /&gt;and i know this much is true.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people who could have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy it was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the LOVE we share be on the rock of ETERNITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Adibah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1533906423772954238?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1533906423772954238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1533906423772954238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1533906423772954238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1533906423772954238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/04/220409.html' title='220409'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4184543793847491759</id><published>2009-04-20T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:39:10.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Meet You There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Now you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;You left me hear,&lt;br /&gt;I think about it on,&lt;br /&gt;and on, and on, and on,&lt;br /&gt;and on, and on again.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're never coming back,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting to hear from you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until i do,&lt;br /&gt;You're gone away,&lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone,&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is gone,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not moving on,&lt;br /&gt;So wait for me,&lt;br /&gt;I know the day will come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where life takes me to,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I need you here,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have told you,&lt;br /&gt;The things I kept inside,&lt;br /&gt;But now I guess its just too late.&lt;br /&gt;So many things remind me of you,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;This is goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;One last time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone away,&lt;br /&gt;I'm left alone,&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is gone,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not moving on,&lt;br /&gt;So wait for me,&lt;br /&gt;I know the day will come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where life takes me to,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I need you here,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where life takes me to,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I need you here,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where I go you'll be there with me,&lt;br /&gt;Forever you'll be right here with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where life takes me to,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I need you here,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where life takes me..&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I need you..&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there...&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you there..&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/211502726473959421-4184543793847491759?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4184543793847491759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-184774166543603550</id><published>2009-04-19T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:16:48.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown</title><content type='html'>3 more days &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;till a new chapter.&lt;/span&gt; (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more days..(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6 more days to Salwaa  (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-184774166543603550?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/184774166543603550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-1506523183150738530</id><published>2009-04-18T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:43:09.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mhmm..</title><content type='html'>Guess what..&lt;br /&gt;Luqman 2E7 is in the same mosque as me for Tahfiz class..&lt;br /&gt;Saw him just now in his Baju melayu and the songkok..&lt;br /&gt;He look kinda lost,haha.&lt;br /&gt;Its soo warm!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch 17 again..&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored..&lt;br /&gt;Lets go to Ben&amp;amp;Jerry next tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;Get free ice-cream..&lt;br /&gt;haha,soo fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hamzi is still confuse,&lt;br /&gt;Insyira is confuse,&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad still confuse,&lt;br /&gt;Im still 14 (!)&lt;br /&gt;And i still love you .&lt;br /&gt;=] Im lame,im high , im sick =[&lt;br /&gt;lets go study together next monday..&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for Mid-year exams..&lt;br /&gt;Im scared (!)&lt;br /&gt;Aaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad,its up to you now..&lt;br /&gt;i cant help you anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I cant do anything because its your problem.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna help but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;Soo,i hope things are okay between you two..&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta say,GOOOOOOOOD LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see who shall do it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Love ; 4 more days (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firdaus !!! 8 more days (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1506523183150738530?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1506523183150738530/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-7951961880941563882</id><published>2009-04-12T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:49:18.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senyorita.</title><content type='html'>Just a few more hours..&lt;br /&gt;gotta be patient.&lt;br /&gt;Do come back safe..&lt;br /&gt;Ill be waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what,i got a whistle.&lt;br /&gt;and its pink and has a pink string,with a green thread.&lt;br /&gt;haha,but i have to return it back to Mr.Ali&lt;br /&gt;Oh Msn,stop sending all those stupid porn or virus links..&lt;br /&gt;Its really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flower is gone..&lt;br /&gt;I shall get you another one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happen much.Was emo-ing most of the time because something happen the day before.&lt;br /&gt;Soo,did attend P.E since im not in the mood.Didnt really pay attention in class or,should i say..i cant even pay attention.After school,talk about it forawhile..even it made me a little happier,everything got worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;Things are okay,school and all.Im sorry Athira,i didnt mean it.Soo,went emo-ing again.After school,had soccer training,and it rained.Soo we had to stop the training.went tuition and back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday..&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems a little brighter then before.No arguements nor misunderstandings.Thats about all for wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday..&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school,had fun.Nothing special happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday..&lt;br /&gt;Went to E!Hub Nebo to celebrate Hafiz 15th birthday.Played some board games ,camwhore and some stupid stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;MISSING YOU BADLY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10 more days (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-7951961880941563882?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7951961880941563882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=7951961880941563882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7951961880941563882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7951961880941563882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/04/senyorita.html' title='Senyorita.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-6565534892863994238</id><published>2009-04-11T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T23:25:44.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senyor</title><content type='html'>28 minutes left till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Have to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;You will come back,right?&lt;br /&gt;Well,i believe you will =]&lt;br /&gt;Come back faster,i cant wait no more.&lt;br /&gt;eeeek,i saw a cockroach..&lt;br /&gt;Heh(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senyor~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-6565534892863994238?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6565534892863994238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=6565534892863994238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6565534892863994238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6565534892863994238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/04/senyor.html' title='Senyor'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-1903057286986113241</id><published>2009-04-11T11:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:33:48.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day left</title><content type='html'>1 more day..&lt;br /&gt;yeah,just one more day to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11 more days baybeh (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1903057286986113241?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-5144450848685540052</id><published>2009-04-10T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:13:43.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUDA (!)&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAFIZ (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems that..&lt;br /&gt;You are the one i need by my side..&lt;br /&gt;when it rain,when it shine..&lt;br /&gt;you're everything i would want..&lt;br /&gt;Im already starting to miss you..&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you are,however far you go..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be near,ill be close..&lt;br /&gt;Watching you,till those eyes closes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do come back save.&lt;br /&gt;I dont need anything...&lt;br /&gt;I just need you to come soon,thats all i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12 more days (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5144450848685540052?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5144450848685540052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5144450848685540052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5144450848685540052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5144450848685540052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/04/watching.html' title='watching'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-5415196099585907174</id><published>2009-04-09T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:20:12.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh please get me out from this NIGHTMARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear,its not your fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5415196099585907174?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5415196099585907174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5415196099585907174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5415196099585907174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5415196099585907174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-nightmare.html' title='This nightmare'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-7708738381161549372</id><published>2009-04-08T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:42:50.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im sorry</title><content type='html'>Im sorry for what ive done.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know it would turn out this way..&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling empty nowadays,thinking of what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; said to me on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts,badly.&lt;br /&gt;but i know that you are more hurt them me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just one of the challengers we have to go through..&lt;br /&gt;Even if we dont make it,ill still be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIM&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; keeps on haunting me,every word he say keeps replaying in my mind like a spoilt tape recorder.&lt;br /&gt;Things may look normal to you,&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;its not to me.&lt;br /&gt;You always say , Just forgot about it..&lt;br /&gt;But how can i possibly forget something that has just happen .&lt;br /&gt;And,its not your fault...&lt;br /&gt;Its mine.&lt;br /&gt;You may hate him and how attitude..&lt;br /&gt;but it wont change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PARENTS&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; will be parents.&lt;br /&gt;They're no different from the others out there.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry what everything that just happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IM SORRY. (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 DAYS LEFT ( ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/211502726473959421-7708738381161549372?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7708738381161549372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=7708738381161549372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7708738381161549372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7708738381161549372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-sorry.html' title='Im sorry'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-8672872270275935798</id><published>2009-04-05T00:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:04:53.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Story. Bby,I love you</title><content type='html'>happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;a still-frame of endless laughter&lt;br /&gt;the perfect beginning to our chapter&lt;br /&gt;the greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;will be one of us, yet to unfold&lt;br /&gt;one filled with lies, yet promises irrevocable tales of true&lt;br /&gt;one that begins with three words&lt;br /&gt;one that begins with,i love you&lt;br /&gt;true love will find us through&lt;br /&gt;a toast to the day when i will have you&lt;br /&gt;when heaven is brought down to earth&lt;br /&gt;cherish my heart, for it is filled with your love&lt;br /&gt;and should our story be cut short&lt;br /&gt;be it by my expiration or by other sort&lt;br /&gt;baby believe me when i say this today&lt;br /&gt;because i am in love with you,falling in love, everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 more days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-8672872270275935798?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/8672872270275935798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=8672872270275935798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8672872270275935798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/8672872270275935798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-story.html' title='Our Story. Bby,I love you'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-5163418741679703155</id><published>2009-04-04T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:29:12.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firdaus is away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in malaysia, somewhere i do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like baking chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bake it for my brother who is going NS this tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrrrrrrrrrahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been waiting all my life for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 days time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!! cannot wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5163418741679703155?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5163418741679703155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5163418741679703155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5163418741679703155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The flowers of your garden blossom in my body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The joy of life that is everywhere burns like an incense in my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And the breath of all things plays on my life as on a pipe of reeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,Thank you for being there for me,giving me support and showing me the real meaning of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adibah&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/211502726473959421-8467514680273592774?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-6169155605626805179</id><published>2009-03-21T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:06:16.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Bbq</title><content type='html'>Picture of thursday. One only .&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/ScSf0NueIfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Tn_uXO_WQek/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/ScSf0NueIfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Tn_uXO_WQek/s200/IMG_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315549179590615538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Class bbq at pasir ris. Celebrate Mr.Abdillah birthday. And,ELFI came! (: Didnt know she would come.Soo,yeaah,had fun and stuff.Search for people,search for stuffs,search for my towel everywhere. The starting was okay,the ending,WORST! My parents came to fetch me,soo did Elfi brother.And that was our Goodbye for that day. sigh. Haha&lt;br /&gt;How i wish our parents didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;And luckly,my parents didnt saw her. (:&lt;br /&gt;(HEARTS) ELFI (MANY MANY)&lt;br /&gt;Picture of thursday. One only .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-6169155605626805179?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6169155605626805179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=6169155605626805179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6169155605626805179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6169155605626805179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/03/class-bbq.html' title='Class Bbq'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/ScSf0NueIfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Tn_uXO_WQek/s72-c/IMG_0413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-1139845555923684212</id><published>2009-03-18T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:50:38.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh Saddest Angel</title><content type='html'>Apathy cries out from your lungs, indifference reeks of fiction.Time will tell how far you will go.I can't see why you'd run and hide excluding such complacence.As tears rain from bloodshot eyes.Please try to say more carefully that you no longer need me.This back and forth is killing me.The only eyes you'll look into are those in your reflection.You are the means to my end.Your empty words now drift away as fragile whispers.I saw the day when the fire left your eyes, your tongue fell stillYour treason is silence... Take everything away from me silent angel.Leave me nothing to remind me of this time now lost.Take everything away from me saddest angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1139845555923684212?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1139845555923684212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1139845555923684212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1139845555923684212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1139845555923684212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-saddest-angel.html' title='oh Saddest Angel'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-268107910061392702</id><published>2009-03-18T08:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:06:49.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartless</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Heartless lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so cold?&lt;br /&gt;As the winter wind when it breeze yo&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that you talkin' to me though&lt;br /&gt;You need to watch the way you talkin' to me though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean after all the things that we've been through&lt;br /&gt;I mean after all the things we got into&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo, I know of some things that you ain't told me&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo, I did some things but that's the old me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me&lt;br /&gt;So you walk around like you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;You got a new friend, well I got homies&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it's still so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could be so Dr. Evil?&lt;br /&gt;You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I decided we wasn't goin' speak so&lt;br /&gt;Why we up 3 a.m. on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does she be so mad at me for?&lt;br /&gt;Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop, won't mess my groove up&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I already know how this thing go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me&lt;br /&gt;They say that they don't see what you see in me&lt;br /&gt;You wait a couple months then you gon' see&lt;br /&gt;You'll never find nobody better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talkin', talkin', talkin' talk&lt;br /&gt;Baby let's just knock it off&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what we been through&lt;br /&gt;They don't know 'bout me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got somethin' new to see&lt;br /&gt;And you just gon' keep hatin' me&lt;br /&gt;And we just gon' be enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can't believe&lt;br /&gt;I could just leave it wrong&lt;br /&gt;And you can't make it right&lt;br /&gt;I'm gon' take off tonight&lt;br /&gt;Into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night I hear 'em talk, the coldest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere far along this road he lost his soul&lt;br /&gt;To a woman so heartless&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;br /&gt;How could you be so heartless?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-268107910061392702?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/268107910061392702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-256652300096904972</id><published>2009-03-17T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:52:47.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/playlist/16055731" target="_blank"&gt;Elfi ♥ Jake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Days Time .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-256652300096904972?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/256652300096904972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-2391517941955676754</id><published>2009-03-17T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:03:46.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Today,"yesterday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sb56OvfUeiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gVsI1Kny7tk/s1600-h/DSC08783%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sb56OvfUeiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gVsI1Kny7tk/s200/DSC08783%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313819004028353058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sb56OUdhodI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bdxZZRVU1O8/s1600-h/DSC08798%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/Sb56OUdhodI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bdxZZRVU1O8/s200/DSC08798%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313818996773069266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for today,oh no,yesterday. (: had fun. Jake (L) Elfi . Soo,we went to E!Hub to watch Dragonball Evolution,Shidah was also there,she kepo . Lampost! Can everyday be like yesterday,please?&lt;br /&gt;You  look cute with Tudung (: haha&lt;br /&gt;OMG,im starting to miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;Should i sleep or should i not and just wait for tomorrow to come?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Jake (L) Elfi . haha (:&lt;br /&gt;I love you bby .&lt;br /&gt;In 5 Days Time . *smiles widely*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-2391517941955676754?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/2391517941955676754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=2391517941955676754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-4047298560866875495</id><published>2009-03-16T08:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:03:55.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUDA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hellozx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&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;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Surprised To See Me Posting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hihihihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Itzx, Huda Hereee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So, I'm The Once-Joint-Blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So, Imma Update Here, Once In A While.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ummm, So Maybe Gg Out Firdaus Today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Idk, Ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Huda;D&lt;/span&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/211502726473959421-4047298560866875495?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4047298560866875495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4047298560866875495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4047298560866875495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4047298560866875495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/03/huda.html' title='HUDA!'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-6964722404900111047</id><published>2009-03-13T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:49:38.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*PFFT*</title><content type='html'>Sigh,i didnt get selected for the Busan Art school thingy. Im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school is rather fun,nothing much actually.Result slip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! i cant believe it! . I failed Combine Humanities and Art,egod..how can i fail Art! hah! Didnt do her work. Pfft*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go Korea,please remember me coz,i know i will remember you (: Six days &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; really really really long. Cant imagine how will i survive in that 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for thursday! Got class bbq and Elfi is following (:&lt;br /&gt;wee~ Have to go back to school on Friday for some lame CIP .&lt;br /&gt;Clean the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-6964722404900111047?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6964722404900111047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=6964722404900111047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6964722404900111047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6964722404900111047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/03/pfft.html' title='*PFFT*'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4173865759523408538</id><published>2009-03-08T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:17:47.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if ...</title><content type='html'>If i were the rain,that binds together the earth and the sky,&lt;br /&gt;whom in all eternity will never mingle,&lt;br /&gt;would i be able to bind two hearts together?&lt;br /&gt;Mine and Yours?&lt;br /&gt;And not letting this bind break apart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4173865759523408538?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4173865759523408538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4173865759523408538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4173865759523408538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4173865759523408538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/03/if.html' title='if ...'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-9012657731087606315</id><published>2009-03-08T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:18:07.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you bby</title><content type='html'>bby,thanks for being there for me yesterday (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining heavily yesterday,thunder,lighting.Me dont like. Aah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Halim,He's a stalker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE soo hate him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* still sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-9012657731087606315?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/9012657731087606315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=9012657731087606315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/9012657731087606315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/9012657731087606315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-bby.html' title='Thank you bby'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4459707124738969517</id><published>2009-03-01T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:52:29.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss somebody.Somebody real special to me.Who could it be,is it you?yeah,maybe its you. Where are you, i want you here by my side again. A day without you feels like my world is dark,i cant see . Please, i need you by my side . Please dont leave me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow,please come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4459707124738969517?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4459707124738969517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4459707124738969517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4459707124738969517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4459707124738969517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/03/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4204750485712123484</id><published>2009-02-28T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:57:16.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rainbow"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SakJkKkP-_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/bsukHKiopvk/s1600-h/25022009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_USdTgHeEvKo/SakJkKkP-_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/bsukHKiopvk/s200/25022009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307784152749177842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was taken on Wednesday after the rain.Soo cool.Just look at that rainbow.I wonder where does it start and where does it ends. Lets sit on the rainbow till it disappear. But sadly,the rainbow faded after a few minutes ): Dont leave me Rainbow,dont leave me all alone. Well,yes..im refering to you. Dont leave me , i'll be lost if you leave me. I dont want you to fade away like the rainbow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4204750485712123484?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4204750485712123484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4204750485712123484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4204750485712123484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4204750485712123484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainbow.html' title='&quot;Rainbow&quot;'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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/_USdTgHeEvKo/SakJkKkP-_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/bsukHKiopvk/s72-c/25022009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211502726473959421.post-342276345529165581</id><published>2009-02-22T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:54:34.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>Trixi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look soo beautiful today,when you sit infront of me,its hard for me to resist looking at you.I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to find for the words to say.Im not ready to leave you,because every time i leave,my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day without you with me is like a razorblade which cut through me.But i can wait,i can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo,it happen,i still cant believe that it did happen.I know,you know.We both know.Soo,lets keep it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a secret okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-342276345529165581?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/342276345529165581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=342276345529165581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/342276345529165581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/342276345529165581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/02/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-7818436788888753115</id><published>2009-02-21T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:26:57.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:X</title><content type='html'>Tag 10 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the questions that follow and fill them into the blanks of the template:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who TEXT you),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5).I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory.You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;Your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What's the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I really like you&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscopes don't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - Last year&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - At the park&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What's the colour of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Looking&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What's the colour of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - At me lovingly&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard souffle&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - EmotionalOne&lt;br /&gt;Tree Hill - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Open&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How happy i felt&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What's the colour of your bedroom walls?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Your photos&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching Snoopy bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Others - The memories in the military service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What is the first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your some of your photos&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Results of your blood sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is the last letter of your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will always will remember&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water - Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The moments we had together&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second World War&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.To which country would you want to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Thanks for the memories&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Adibah&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but I really like you.I think I realized it When I tripped on sesame seeds At the mental hospital and I saw you Carve your initials into The crazy monk.I'm sure you're Open enough to understand That we're cousins.I'm returning Your photos to you, but I'll keep Your neighbour Martin  as a memory.You should also know that I Get sick when I think of Our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Firdaus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-7818436788888753115?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7818436788888753115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=7818436788888753115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7818436788888753115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7818436788888753115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/02/x.html' title=':X'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-1919948906042157037</id><published>2009-02-21T12:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:10:35.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trixi</title><content type='html'>Trixi,why didnt you tell me earlier.Scared? Dont need to be,i'll listen to all your problems.We'll go through everything together.And,i'll bring you to that place one day,Only two of us,Me and you.Nobody will stop us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything change.And maybe,I too have change.If you dont like it,well,thats your problem now.Not mine.I live my life,you cant control me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1919948906042157037?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1919948906042157037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1919948906042157037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and her name is Trixi!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Maybe,we are from of the same species.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-5424147559903456644?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5424147559903456644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5424147559903456644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5424147559903456644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5424147559903456644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/02/twin-discovered.html' title='Twin Discovered'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-6173528750493602670</id><published>2009-02-15T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:19:41.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Love?</title><content type='html'>I don’t know when it all started&lt;br /&gt;When my head became dizzy with thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts would often pop up in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I feel anxious as my heart expands towards you&lt;br /&gt;It’s nothing.. it’s just a little thing&lt;br /&gt;Your words are awkward to me&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it&lt;br /&gt;I realize how many moments there were when my heart trembled&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try as harder as I was late in realizing my feelings&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be with you, I’ll only give you fond memories&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t ever leave me again&lt;br /&gt;Even the shortest moments without you make me uneasy&lt;br /&gt;Please stay by me&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-6173528750493602670?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/6173528750493602670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=6173528750493602670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6173528750493602670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/6173528750493602670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-this-love.html' title='Is This Love?'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-7422085240224497542</id><published>2009-02-14T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:45:48.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This heart of stone.</title><content type='html'>I'll give you my heart on a string.I will share the air I breathe.And if it's a hero you want,I can save you. Just stay here.Your whispers are priceless.Your breathe, it is dear. So please stay near.I will share the air I breathe.Staring at this mirror infront of me,have i ruined everything you gave me?Those tears run down like razorblades,all the words we never say,comes out and now we're all ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Firdaus,youre soo lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-7422085240224497542?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/7422085240224497542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=7422085240224497542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7422085240224497542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/7422085240224497542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-heart-of-stone.html' title='This heart of stone.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-5962394777870752430</id><published>2009-02-08T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:34:05.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehhhh.</title><content type='html'>Hahaha.&lt;div&gt;I Got The Title Mixed Up, Sorry Firdaus (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byeee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huda(L)&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/211502726473959421-5962394777870752430?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/5962394777870752430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=5962394777870752430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5962394777870752430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/5962394777870752430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/02/hehhhh.html' title='Hehhhh.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-579216938556628445</id><published>2009-02-08T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:13:15.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choking on the last words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: I'm always here for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: What's wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I like her so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Talk to her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I don't know. She won't ever like me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Don't say that...you're amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I just want her to know how I feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Then tell her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: She won't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: How do you know that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I can just tell her...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Well just tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: What should I say?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Tell her how much you like her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I tell her daily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: What do you mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I'm always with her...I love her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: I know how you feel. I have the same problem...but he'll never like me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: Wait. Who do you like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Oh, some boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: Oh, she won't like me either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: She does.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: How do you know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: Because who wouldn't like you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: You're wrong. I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I love you too&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl: So are you going to talk to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy: I just did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-579216938556628445?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/579216938556628445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=579216938556628445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/579216938556628445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/579216938556628445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/02/choking-on-last-words.html' title='Choking on the last words'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-1952182057780974049</id><published>2009-02-07T13:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:51:53.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only You.</title><content type='html'>It was as if, i'd been hit in the head when i first saw you.  I was faint and my heart could'nt stop beating. The intensity was, well something i've never felt before. And this continued, everytime i lay my eyes on you; i stop in my tracks and at times i can't even think straight when i'm around you. I realised, i loved you and only you. Nothing could change that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-1952182057780974049?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/1952182057780974049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=1952182057780974049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1952182057780974049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/1952182057780974049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/02/darkness-clots.html' title='Only You.'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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-211502726473959421.post-4057309600880341863</id><published>2009-02-02T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:42:08.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Don't Feel Bad, Firdaus.&lt;div&gt;At Least, She Knows Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck (!)&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;Byeee,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huda;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/211502726473959421-4057309600880341863?l=mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/feeds/4057309600880341863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=211502726473959421&amp;postID=4057309600880341863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4057309600880341863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/211502726473959421/posts/default/4057309600880341863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mourningdeath-withchampagne.blogspot.com/2009/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>thats me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11778835621025902172</uri><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>
