<?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-8433676096808167899</id><updated>2011-12-07T01:35:30.648+08:00</updated><category term='t'/><title type='text'>Beautifully Imperfect</title><subtitle type='html'>My True Colors</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2276341062307276898</id><published>2011-02-13T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:37:31.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart, my SOUL and my life = MAK saya</title><content type='html'>Aussie, please keep my mom save with you. And please make she happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-2276341062307276898?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2276341062307276898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-heart-my-soul-and-my-life-mak-saya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2276341062307276898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2276341062307276898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-heart-my-soul-and-my-life-mak-saya.html' title='My Heart, my SOUL and my life = MAK saya'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-3601294723355211931</id><published>2011-02-10T09:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T09:53:06.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eotteokhajyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You ask me how my day was &lt;br /&gt;as if it is same everyday&lt;br /&gt;I say Im okay but &lt;br /&gt;you really dont know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Do you think i’ll be okay without you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay without me?&lt;br /&gt;The world without you is so hard&lt;br /&gt;that I blame myself for still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? &lt;br /&gt;Even now, &lt;br /&gt;I live each painful days because of your words&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if this is a bad thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Are you living each day painfully like I am?&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we too late? &lt;br /&gt;Do we not have a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I still think about you and you might know this&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally is it this? &lt;br /&gt;Are we going to end like this? &lt;br /&gt;Is it okay with you?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I can do it&lt;br /&gt;The love I find with you, &lt;br /&gt;I wont find it anywhere even if I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? &lt;br /&gt;If it isnt you no one else can hold my heart&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me&lt;br /&gt;And you know that even though the whole world tries to&lt;br /&gt;No one can erase your memories&lt;br /&gt;So please hold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? &lt;br /&gt;Even now, I live each painful days because of your words&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if this is a bad thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Are you living each day painfully like I am?&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late? &lt;br /&gt;Do we not have a chance?&lt;br /&gt;But me&lt;br /&gt;I still think about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and you might NOT know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-3601294723355211931?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/3601294723355211931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/02/eotteokhajyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3601294723355211931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3601294723355211931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/02/eotteokhajyo.html' title='Eotteokhajyo'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-9035449786752151623</id><published>2011-02-06T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:37:02.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N</title><content type='html'>Because you too important, then I must set you aside from me. How unmatured kannn :)&lt;br /&gt;The first that will stay the first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-9035449786752151623?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/9035449786752151623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/02/n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/9035449786752151623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/9035449786752151623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/02/n.html' title='N'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6239606045024625104</id><published>2011-02-06T08:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T08:50:43.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dream of you and I just do wanna wake up this morning. Because that the only time I can meet you, and be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Still not over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6239606045024625104?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6239606045024625104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dream-of-you-and-i-just-do-wanna-wake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6239606045024625104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6239606045024625104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dream-of-you-and-i-just-do-wanna-wake.html' title=''/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8932861166380455563</id><published>2011-01-08T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T20:43:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WUU 433</title><content type='html'>Today would be a history in my life as I got something BIG from mom and family. Happy sangat &lt;i&gt;ottokke?!&lt;/i&gt; Haha. Mak cakap " Haa, semua dah ada. Kena laa 3.5 ni!" "InsyaAllah" Hee. Blushing jap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8932861166380455563?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8932861166380455563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/01/wuu-433.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8932861166380455563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8932861166380455563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/01/wuu-433.html' title='WUU 433'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-338006063150281800</id><published>2011-01-08T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T16:23:16.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go On</title><content type='html'>I know some ppl are gifted with talents and a smart brain. But is that means that you could easily speaks out your own opinion, and dont even let others tell of what they feel ? Yes, some ppl are not matured, but do you think what you've done is MATURED ? OH PLSSS!! Doesnt mean that you older, MATURED, then you can count other ppl ages and tell them the are NOT MATURED. And if its true that they are, isn't it you who MATURED ENOUGH, to show what MATURED is ? Is by yelling like that showing you are Matured! HAHAHA! Funny! Go on laa. Post those status, we happy without YOU in our life. WML!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-338006063150281800?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/338006063150281800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/338006063150281800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/338006063150281800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2011/01/go-on.html' title='Go On'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6875001608670340692</id><published>2010-12-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:52:01.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/TRyONO5pDcI/AAAAAAAAANY/CYapLKxSvPs/s1600/dunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/TRyONO5pDcI/AAAAAAAAANY/CYapLKxSvPs/s320/dunks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556472398257655234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/TRyOMx0SqfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/K9ifetBJ_G8/s1600/Nike-Dunk-High-Supreme-White-Light-Colorful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/TRyOMx0SqfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/K9ifetBJ_G8/s320/Nike-Dunk-High-Supreme-White-Light-Colorful.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556472390450588146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/TRyOMm-7YzI/AAAAAAAAANI/gb2OkqDtTEo/s1600/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/TRyOMm-7YzI/AAAAAAAAANI/gb2OkqDtTEo/s320/images%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556472387542410034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6875001608670340692?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6875001608670340692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/12/heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6875001608670340692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6875001608670340692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/12/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/TRyONO5pDcI/AAAAAAAAANY/CYapLKxSvPs/s72-c/dunks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8281494764152122879</id><published>2010-08-24T22:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:02:33.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and there goes MUNIRAH againnnnn...</title><content type='html'>Currently : McDonald's Sec 3, shah Alam with Nadiah Ghafar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things runs inside my mind currently. Oh, I hates Monday nowadays. Seriously. I hate my Presentation Skill class I have to attend that dayy. God, its killing me! Thank Allah, I managed to finish my first evaluation (even I prepared for it while waiting for my turned HAHA )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This becoming Raya. Oh I never hate Raya as much as I do now. Mom going for &lt;i&gt;umrah&lt;/i&gt; , so, we have to celebrate Raya &lt;b&gt;WITHOUT&lt;/b&gt; her! Imagine that. *Sigh* Hate it , hate it, hate it!!! &lt;-- Make that zillion time plsss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted my best in everything I do. I tried at least. But nothing seem according to plan. What should I do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: but this post really sound like me, isn't it ? *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8281494764152122879?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8281494764152122879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-there-goes-munirah-againnnnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8281494764152122879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8281494764152122879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/08/and-there-goes-munirah-againnnnn.html' title='and there goes MUNIRAH againnnnn...'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8252139411569301457</id><published>2010-06-05T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T12:10:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT Daddy</title><content type='html'>I was alone at Shah Alam's rent house and just finish cooking for brunch ( yeah bangun lambat so just skip the breakfast ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I open the tv, Glam was on air and the issue for that episode was about the son of  founder of Naza, which now a Vice President of NAZA Group, SM Faisal.&lt;br /&gt;He looked hot as a dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I will cooperate with him one day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/TAnNgi-hsUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4vzCXtfa1KE/s1600/SM+Faisal+Tan+Sri+SM+Nasimuddin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/TAnNgi-hsUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4vzCXtfa1KE/s320/SM+Faisal+Tan+Sri+SM+Nasimuddin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479136380701487426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is HOT right ? :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8252139411569301457?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8252139411569301457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8252139411569301457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8252139411569301457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/06/hot-daddy.html' title='HOT Daddy'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/TAnNgi-hsUI/AAAAAAAAAMs/4vzCXtfa1KE/s72-c/SM+Faisal+Tan+Sri+SM+Nasimuddin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1524595072323773276</id><published>2010-05-08T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:41:34.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAK KURUS!!</title><content type='html'>OMG. Lama gila tak update. Sangat busy with exam which I dun even studied for it :P&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I am lazy. You susah ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, why so many lovely girls out there ?!&lt;br /&gt;So envy! Okay sumea belajar Personal Development aite ? So ofcouse sumea bapak advance beza envy with jealous aite ? Okay merepek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVY yang sangat tak tertahan, so kena KURUS!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pls nak sgt. Pls la stop eating Moon! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Mr K ajak wedding kakak dia. Should or not I go? Hurm~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1524595072323773276?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1524595072323773276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/05/nak-kurus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1524595072323773276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1524595072323773276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/05/nak-kurus.html' title='NAK KURUS!!'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7977970716578438061</id><published>2010-04-22T11:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T11:39:02.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Mr. K</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning, and refused to wake up. I dream of someone I used to love. It was nice to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, due to unwanted noise from housemate, dengan langkah kaki yang berat, bangun lah juga. Then I realise something. I've used to fall into man with a name that start with alphabet "K" . Weird aite ? Hurm. Teringat zaman sekolah pulak :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Mr. Ks are people I never regret to know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7977970716578438061?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7977970716578438061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-and-mr-k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7977970716578438061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7977970716578438061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-and-mr-k.html' title='Me and Mr. K'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7813270438322538226</id><published>2010-04-07T03:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T03:56:01.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Boiling Soup &lt;-- Not really YUMMY sometimes ..</title><content type='html'>It is now 3.42 am. And yet, I'm still freshly awake and have zero intention to go to sleep. Thanks to 4 hours slept on the evening as I skipped my sleep time yesterday, and that one, appreciation goes to HRM's video making! And of course. A last minute preparation. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time right since I penned down my heart beat on this blog. Yeah, its a very very hard, busy time. Being a student in UiTM seriously is a new experience. Time goes by and don't even border to left ppl behind. Like my Somalian's friend, Mohamed said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; "Back in Somalia, time slowly goes by, but here (in Malaysia - specifically in big town like Shah Alam, thing run fast and gone without ppl realise it"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agreed with him. We are now so busy catching up with our Mandarins video projects, plenty of tests, assignment and examination that just around the corner. *sigh* and nothing, ZERO preparation for the final yet been done. Like Madam Helen said " You are in a hot boil soup!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Pls be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rajin&lt;/span&gt; Munirah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7813270438322538226?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7813270438322538226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-boiling-soup-not-really-yummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7813270438322538226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7813270438322538226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/04/hot-boiling-soup-not-really-yummy.html' title='Hot Boiling Soup &lt;-- Not really YUMMY sometimes ..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2616791627627563072</id><published>2010-02-21T10:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:33:29.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Again.</title><content type='html'>Yes, you are not dreaming. I am penned down my story on this exact blog, again, which I used to said I wanted to quit. Tumblr still the best, but yet, I've been missing blogging here. So let's make this 22 years of Munirah's life something she's gonna in love with :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late this morning. Perhaps I just wish I never woke up, but the truth I wished it wasn't just a dream, but a REALITY. Haish. I really love that life where you were always around me M.Sigh. You are my 1st, and still wishing my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/S4CaPaxryNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/qMZ15ztaG1k/s1600-h/tumblr_ky5oanR8Aa1qazko2o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/S4CaPaxryNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/qMZ15ztaG1k/s320/tumblr_ky5oanR8Aa1qazko2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440517939539986642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random: YET, I am matured enough to believe that things don't always goes our ways, as we planned em' to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMG.I'm not OVER you, YET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-2616791627627563072?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2616791627627563072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/02/fall-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2616791627627563072'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>7 things..</title><content type='html'>I probably shouldn’t say this&lt;br /&gt;But at times I get so scared&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the previous&lt;br /&gt;Relationship we shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;It’s not possible for me, not to care&lt;br /&gt;And now we’re standing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;But nothing’s ever gonna change until you hear, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you, oh you&lt;br /&gt;You’re vain, your games, you’re insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your friends, they’re jerks&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s awkward and it’s silent&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for you to say&lt;br /&gt;What I need to hear now&lt;br /&gt;Your sincere apology&lt;br /&gt;When you mean it, I’ll believe it&lt;br /&gt;If you text it, I’ll delete it&lt;br /&gt;Let’s be clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh I’m not coming back&lt;br /&gt;You’re taking 7 steps here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you&lt;br /&gt;You’re vain, your games, you’re insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your friends, they’re jerks&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compared to all the great things&lt;br /&gt;That would take too long to write&lt;br /&gt;I probably should mention&lt;br /&gt;The 7 that I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I like about you&lt;br /&gt;Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi’s&lt;br /&gt;When we kiss I’m hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that’s both I’ll have to buy&lt;br /&gt;Your hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;When we’re intertwined, everything’s alright&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I like most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;You do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8028185645872300094?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8028185645872300094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/02/7-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8028185645872300094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8028185645872300094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/02/7-things.html' title='7 things..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6238864585956940906</id><published>2010-01-08T17:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:01:24.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I supposed to put my life on hold&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't know how to act?&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know where your life is going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I supposed to be torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Broken-hearted in a corner cryin'?&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me if I don't show it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I never see you again&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Take this final piece of advice and get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;But either way baby, I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over it, I've been there and back&lt;br /&gt;Changed all my numbers and just in case you're wonderin'&lt;br /&gt;I got that new I'm-a-single-girl swag&lt;br /&gt;Got me with my girls and we're singin' it&lt;br /&gt;Sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut my hair 'cause it reminded me of you&lt;br /&gt;I know you like the long do&lt;br /&gt;Had to switch my attitude up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' of changin' up how I ride&lt;br /&gt;No more on the passenger side&lt;br /&gt;Too bad you missed out on the way that I drive it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I never see you again&lt;br /&gt;I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Take this final piece of advice and get yourself together&lt;br /&gt;But either way baby, I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over it, I've been there and back&lt;br /&gt;Changed all my numbers and just in case you're wonderin'&lt;br /&gt;I got that new I'm-a-single-girl swag&lt;br /&gt;Got me with my girls and we're singin' it&lt;br /&gt;Sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-hey, h-hey&lt;br /&gt;H-hey, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over it, I've been there and back&lt;br /&gt;Changed all my numbers and just in case you're wonderin'&lt;br /&gt;I got that new I'm-a-single-girl swag&lt;br /&gt;Got me with my girls and we're singin' it&lt;br /&gt;Sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na, na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; F you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6238864585956940906?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6238864585956940906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-supposed-to-put-my-life-on-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6238864585956940906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6238864585956940906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-supposed-to-put-my-life-on-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-3688584191339973373</id><published>2009-12-20T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:04:12.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijrah.</title><content type='html'>Bersempena dengan Maal Hijrah, me myself also wanna move out from this blog and also my old life. Writing all my feeling here was a great moment and it  keeps plenty memories. Bad and the sweetest I've ever had in my life. But I wanna changed and I really hope all memories in this blog will buried as I stop writing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still gonna share my words and my tears, but hopefully the next one only laugh and smile will be written :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm gonna write later ? To all dearest, YOU know where to find me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.everybodyhateMoon &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-3688584191339973373?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/3688584191339973373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/hijrah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3688584191339973373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3688584191339973373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/hijrah.html' title='Hijrah.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-884205729053829737</id><published>2009-12-19T20:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:50:03.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;/3</title><content type='html'>Not good not good. Problem problem. My latest to do list. I dun like it. Sigh. Malas nak typing but for sure I'm deadly full with problems and things to settle up. Wish me luck. Maybe ini dugaan kot for a happy beginning. Mungkin. Mungkin tidak. Entah.Esok perlukah keluar bersama si Dia itu ? Haish another decision to make which I'm bad with decision making. HAHA. GTG &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;have a lot message to type, plenty ppl to call, million paper to get certificate, gazallion heart to care. Urm the last one mmg tough. Ouh I'm shattered! Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random: Ya Allah, berikan lah aku kekuatan untuk kembali ke jalanmu. Amin~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm deadly surprise with that post :o I'm sorry. I'm apart of it :( Forgive me dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-884205729053829737?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/884205729053829737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/884205729053829737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/884205729053829737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title='&lt;/3'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1018604324779032732</id><published>2009-12-16T15:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:00:18.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will re-read our conversation because it make me smile :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random: Will time be there for her ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A brand new music player, yes baby I will remember that for your next bufday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1018604324779032732?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1018604324779032732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1018604324779032732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1018604324779032732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hey.html' title='oh hey!'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-254702900454293157</id><published>2009-12-09T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:39:39.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the LISTS continue….</title><content type='html'>2. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt; Flat Shoes &lt;/font color&gt; – as UiTM known as their &lt;i&gt;permukaan bumi yang berbukit bukau &lt;/i&gt; &lt;font color="red"&gt;especially at Business Fact!  The best Bukit kot! Oh oh terima kasih, saya memang mahu kurus! Yeah right! Huh!&lt;/font color&gt; , a few, no, almost every single friend had advised me to make sure I wear the right shoe to class &lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts  em’ so much, so caring :)&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt; A Half Cut Jacket&lt;/font color&gt;  – I love to wear sleeveless shirt, because of the hot weather in Malaysia &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;haish macam laa sebelum nie you stay London Munirah!&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/i&gt; so I already have an eye on 2 lovely jacket from Nicole and another  from Radio Active if I’m not mistaken  last time I when for shopping, now definitely waiting for my Sis Ayu to come home and teman I shopping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt; Vest&lt;/font color&gt;  – I dunno how I’ll look when I wear vest,  but love em’,  which it can make a dull sleeved shirt look trendy effortlessly  , so maybe next shopping this item will be in my &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; TO TRY  LISTS&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :) and they look good, I’ll buy em’ for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt; Grey Faded Jean&lt;/font color&gt;  – or any type of pants in grey color. I’ve been wanting this one a long-long time ago, just I can’t fit into the one I admired! &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;yeah, I’m am FAT.  Still try to lose as many as I can so I can fit into anything I want! Sigh.&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt; Pant, pant, and more pants. &lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt; Shoe, shoe, and more shoes. &lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt; Shirt, shirt, and moreee shirts. &lt;/font color&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt; Perfume&lt;/font color&gt;  - The most memorable perfume I have was DKNY DELICIOUS. I love it, but I just wanna stop using this one. Mahu bertukar selera, mana tahu ada yang lebih mengasyikkan dari yang satu ini. HAHA. So, right now, the only one I can afford to use is Body Shop, so if theres an extra wang saku, maybe I wanna try  Flora by Gucci &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;semata-mata disebabkan oleh iklan yang sangat saya suka – tah apa-apa kan ? Haish hebat sungguh penangan commercial advertisement ni! &lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;Purse&lt;/font color&gt;  - I can’t recall the last time I bought purse, means it’s been ages I tak beli purse. Bila ada wang saku lebih, tak berkenan di hati, bila berkenan, wang saku cukup-cukup buat makan jee. So this time I’ll make sure I buy a new one because the old one urm faham-faham sajalah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;Business Card Holder&lt;/font color&gt;  - eh eh, bukan I da start making business, just da fed up kena renew my ATM bank! Disebabkan oleh the OLD purse, so the card dun &lt;i&gt;felt&lt;/i&gt; comfy dengan suasana di dalam purse itu jadi ianya merajuk, barangkali. HAHA. That’s why kena bayar RM 13 for a new card. Membazir kan ? Baik beli magazine ke, shawl ke yada yada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;Chain Handle Bag&lt;/font color&gt;  - This one sangat suka tapi susah nak cari the one that suit me. So KIV laa this item masa shopping nanti :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;Accessories &lt;/font color&gt;  - bangle, long cute necklace, printed buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, tak sedar diri right ? HAHA. Memang pun. Item yang tak necessary pun ada. Haish memang boros laa kamu ini Munirah! But don’t worry, this lists bukan sekaligus nak di “DONE” kan. I’ll just wanna remind myself what I wanna buy coz everytime keluar, benda-benda ni tak teringat pula nak dibeli. Hee~ Okay, till then, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: bedroom  agak messy when I tried to remembered  those items. Magazine all over the place. Adoy. Esok pagi laa kemas :p malan ni buat-buat tak nampak jee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-254702900454293157?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/254702900454293157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-lists-continue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/254702900454293157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/254702900454293157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-lists-continue.html' title='And the LISTS continue….'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1235052513803589218</id><published>2009-12-08T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:58:04.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO BUY LIST :) &lt;-- CRAZY LIL GIRL, Still Not Grow Up, YET</title><content type='html'>Guess what I'm crazy for right now ? Yup! Shopping! Last Saturday I pergi Sogo, sale. YES - Year End Sale. Ouh, I'm downed to my knees okay?! Ta tahan! Oh oh, nak tengok my TO BUY lists ? Jangan terkejut. Sangat² panjang and mengada! Why I said mengada ? Sebab semua mahal². HAHA. Fees for UiTM ta clear lagi, and and the sad news, I just used the money mom gave me which I ta sempat nak spent sebab Sogo was almost closing, so ta sempat bought what I wanted, even I've already had plenty to buy &lt;FONT COLOR="RED"&gt;&lt;-- credit to my CEREWET SISTER!! Wont go shopping with her anymore!!&lt;/FONT&gt;  for shopping to pay my down payment for the rent house! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I present you my almost Impossible (in nearest time) to buy lists :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;FONT COLOR="YELLOW"&gt;Coach Sequins Spotlight Bag&lt;/FONT COLOR&gt; &lt;-- or whatever near to this gorgeous, a tote that I can put all my junk into it, all my books, my drink bottle for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sx5qSSmqfFI/AAAAAAAAAME/24P5copl_Qg/s1600-h/Coach-Sequins-Spotlight-Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sx5qSSmqfFI/AAAAAAAAAME/24P5copl_Qg/s320/Coach-Sequins-Spotlight-Bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412880664610110546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;FONT COLOR="YELLOW"&gt;...&lt;/FONT COLOR&gt; can we continue tomorrow ? Lapar laa. LAPAR = TIDUR ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;p/s: Megumi = "kind blessing" &lt;-- a name given to me by FB, why must it be M ?&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. Now damn hungry, better close my eyes, before the hands play their rolls &lt;-- putting food into the mouth! Hurry! Sleep!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; p&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1235052513803589218?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1235052513803589218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-buy-list-crazy-lil-girl-still-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1235052513803589218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1235052513803589218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-buy-list-crazy-lil-girl-still-not.html' title='TO BUY LIST :) &lt;-- CRAZY LIL GIRL, Still Not Grow Up, YET'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sx5qSSmqfFI/AAAAAAAAAME/24P5copl_Qg/s72-c/Coach-Sequins-Spotlight-Bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-220290577600032960</id><published>2009-12-08T11:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:01:35.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You don't know how much I missed blogging! Yeah, I did. I've been busy recently, with life, friends whom I realize I more appreciate them now, I used to be selfish, all by myself, it used to be me, me and more me. And when I mix and match my life with a lil bit of &lt;font color="pink"&gt;REYNADY&lt;/font color&gt;, &lt;font color="red"&gt;ALISYAH&lt;/font color&gt;, &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;YANADHERAH&lt;/font color&gt;, &lt;font color="green"&gt;MOONADIAH&lt;/font color&gt;, I found out, &lt;font color="white"&gt;"hey,this is awesome!"&lt;/font color&gt; Life is not about make it perfectly, its about making a massed and fix it, enjoy the sweet and sour. &lt;-- if I do live for eat, so what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sx3L3InwFtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HuSkv3d8BB0/s1600-h/11445_1298889274027_1284262382_30882126_4793517_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sx3L3InwFtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HuSkv3d8BB0/s320/11445_1298889274027_1284262382_30882126_4793517_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706475236660946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sx3L3XHWXDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ktEtKyfeNTA/s1600-h/11445_1298894274152_1284262382_30882137_5581780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sx3L3XHWXDI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ktEtKyfeNTA/s320/11445_1298894274152_1284262382_30882137_5581780_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412706479127288882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:35%;"&gt;And R, I'm sorry I've forced you to do that. But maybe,no, definitely, you did a good job, it's great for both of us,&lt;-- what you did at FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-220290577600032960?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/220290577600032960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-dont-know-how-much-i-missed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/220290577600032960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/220290577600032960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-dont-know-how-much-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sx3L3InwFtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HuSkv3d8BB0/s72-c/11445_1298889274027_1284262382_30882126_4793517_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1323295208925031539</id><published>2009-11-23T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:21:04.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am falling in love!</title><content type='html'>Oh oh I'm just madly in love! Can't stop smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Gaun Merah Di Tubuhmu &lt;br /&gt;Membuatmu Tak Biasa &lt;br /&gt;Keindahan Senyummu &lt;br /&gt;Membuat Aku Tak Kuasa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menahan Gejolak &lt;br /&gt;Yg Ada Di Dalam Dada &lt;br /&gt;Jantung Ku Berdetak Kencang &lt;br /&gt;Hei Cantik Kau Sungguh Menggoda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody Please Stop The Moon From Falling Down &lt;br /&gt;Because I'm Falling In Love Tonight &lt;br /&gt;Somebody Please Stop The Moon From Falling Down &lt;br /&gt;Because I'm Falling In Love With You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolehkah Aku Bertanya &lt;br /&gt;Siapa Namamu Hai Dara &lt;br /&gt;Jangan Takut Padaku &lt;br /&gt;Aku Hanya Jatuh Cinta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inikah Yg Orang Bilang &lt;br /&gt;Cinta Pandangan Pertama &lt;br /&gt;Tadinya Ku Tak Percaya &lt;br /&gt;Tapi Kurasakan Juga"&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;p/s: Who the guy ? Jeng jeng jeng :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1323295208925031539?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1323295208925031539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-falling-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1323295208925031539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1323295208925031539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-falling-in-love.html' title='I am falling in love!'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8699475601984880534</id><published>2009-11-23T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:56:39.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>My phone line is barred! WAAA :((&lt;br /&gt;Dah over-limit!&lt;br /&gt;All this happened sebab my brother decrease the credit limit to RM 50 only. Ayyoo. Celcom mahal ma. Mana cukup 50 jee. HUKHUK :(( &lt;-- siapa suruh bergayut jee sampai bill over hundreds?! Padan muka sendiri! HUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don't contact me thru fon yeah ? I matikan jee fon so tade rasa stress sgt if anyone message but I just CAN'T reply. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila bill nak sampai ni ? Haish, nak suruh mak bayar sekarang nanti dia pelik pula, then dia tau laa dah over limit. Tamo laa, biar dia tau from the bill itself :p Cepat laa bill, sampaI cepat-cepat,ABANG POSMEN! HURRY! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yang Kena Barred, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8699475601984880534?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8699475601984880534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8699475601984880534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8699475601984880534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2996757261637049067</id><published>2009-11-23T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:25:10.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &amp;hearts  myself :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Adakah Waktu Yang Tak Berbatas Untukku Merasa Bahagia. &lt;br /&gt;Saat-Saat Aku Jatuh Cinta &lt;br /&gt;Saat Ku Terbang Jauh Ke Sana&lt;br /&gt;Selalu Denganmu, Kasihku Selamanya."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;p/s: Bonda tercinta, don't worry, I'm not in love with anyman, I just felt so happy and this song just fit the feeling :) &lt;-- Mom said : Time belajar jangan nak bercouple-couple, kawan dulu kenal hati budi --&gt; adoy permintaan yang agak susah dipenuhi si &lt;i&gt;anak mak ni&lt;/i&gt; :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indah. Bahagia. Inilah hidupku hari ini. Jika boleh mahu saja saat ini terhenti, dunia ini statik di latitud yang sama, berhenti mengelilingi matahari agar rasa ini tak hilang dek masa. Alhamdulillah~ Namun perlu juga akan sang duka supaya kita kuat, tidak rapuh dilanda badai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I've been hopelessly romantic today, and I just have no idea why. I'm just happy, a lot plus with the smell of jasmine conquering my bedroom&lt;-- terima kasih kepada anak-anak buah yang RINGAN TULANG 'tolong' I spray my perfume all over the bedroom (adoy, baru beli laa itu perfume sayang-sayangku, haish naughty!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been up to this latest drama in television. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwoE3WCaM2I/AAAAAAAAALs/FzrDT1HtKrU/s1600/Momo_Love_Tao_Hua_Xiao_Mei_19102009005507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwoE3WCaM2I/AAAAAAAAALs/FzrDT1HtKrU/s320/Momo_Love_Tao_Hua_Xiao_Mei_19102009005507.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407139651466703714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's full of funny scenes and LOVE for sure :) Do watch them, they'll just made your day &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was enjoying my roti nan cheese&lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- I shared em' with mom sebab banyak kot, and its already 7 something which I shouldn't be eating at that time :p  but as I don't eat anything yet the whole day which make me dying hungry, so I just asked mom to finish em for me :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; while catch up some tv slot and one of them was a Chinese drama of investigation for insurance company. Yeah, sound boring, but the case they bring this week just attracted me to keep on watching. It was a girl which suffering Autism, which make her such a naive person. She can't use two  sensory or deria at the same time. She smile even she's afraid or angry because she can't handle her movement and her felling at the same time. And to her boss, she looked very different compared to his ex-wife whom always says negative things and complaining to every single problem. So they get married and live happily until one day, the husband fall over from the stairs and fainted. The autism girl was so confuse on what happened and the only thing she knew was to call her mother. "Call Mama,Call Mama" Disebabkan lewat sampai ke hospital, her husband died. And hero and heroin busy laa nak investigate and without knowing the girl was suffering Autism, they thought she was purposely let her husband died to get insurance claim. But at the end of the story, she died because felt guilty of her husband dead. So, actually, what really interest me to watch was that girl. She played the role very good and very naive, just the way an autism ppl did. And the love of the couple was so-so breaking my heart. They are darn sweet and so sincere. I don't know if those kind of love still exist nowaday :) &lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- moral of the story = MY mmg laa jiwang! HAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now nak tidur. Been slept-less for the past few days. Sangat mengantuk dan ini sangat mempengaruhi aktiviti senaman saya. HAHA. Da 2 hari tak cycling! I'm ruin. HAHA. GTG. Salam :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random: &lt;font color="purple"&gt;“Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.”-  Ashley Smith&lt;/font color&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;lovin MY, TE AMOR, wish you happy today. Yes, You laa siapa lagi :p &lt;3 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-2996757261637049067?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2996757261637049067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2996757261637049067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2996757261637049067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-myself.html' title='I &lt;font color=&quot;red&quot;&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt; myself :)'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwoE3WCaM2I/AAAAAAAAALs/FzrDT1HtKrU/s72-c/Momo_Love_Tao_Hua_Xiao_Mei_19102009005507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-5098425320801432002</id><published>2009-11-22T14:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T15:20:28.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marching? NO!</title><content type='html'>About a month to go for UiTM. Then, my routine will change drastically. Bimbang, takut, happy. Macam-macam perasaan wujud. And when its come to KESATRIA, NO!! haish. Hopefully  we dont have to go thru KESATRIA, as we are furthering our degree not diploma. I don't want to march! Pls laa. Time Dip dulu daa kena kot. So buat apa nak banyak-banyak kali kan ? I'll ruined everything kot if I joined. I just not good with marching, so pls, no marching, ea ea ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pls, I'm begging u, UiTM :(&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-5098425320801432002?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/5098425320801432002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/marching-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/5098425320801432002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/5098425320801432002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/marching-no.html' title='marching? NO!'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1173260335280581116</id><published>2009-11-21T11:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:24:27.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>berhenti berharap</title><content type='html'>Yesterday wasn't a bad day, but maybe a sad one. A side of me which doing things without think deeply first, killing my soul softly. Sigh. But I felt release, finally, I see the truth. So many people open up the real story to me these past few days. Alhamdulillah~ &lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;-- MY terima dengan redha dan anggap ini semua sebagai pengajaran untuk membaiki kelemahan diri. Sungguh lemah rupanya. Sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, a day which I realize some more. Mom said something that showing she doesn't understand me. It wasn't a negative thing to be said but just proved that maybe I'm hard to be understand. Sigh. And that just burst me into tears.  I thought by run things quietly, with fully patient, without need to be brag about it, is enough to make people realize, understand me. Or maybe just appreciate what I've done. I don't need praise, I don't need present or award for what I've done, enough your happiness and appreciation. Full-stop. But, today, you guys just make me stop on hoping.Berhenti berharap. Maybe I shouldn't hoping for appreciation, understanding ? Stop dreaming lah. MY, you just hoping too much. Wake up pls! So, I've stop hoping but just on wanting people to appreciate me not on other things. You people also can stop trying, because you'll die trying. I know how hard trying understand others, satisfied them, sebab itu yang aku perjuangkan sehingga saat ini. Dan semalam membuktikan memamg hampir mustahil. It's impossible to satisfied everyone. But still, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE. I'll be holding on that. Take me word! Now, I suggest all of you, to leave me alone, stop trying, or I'll might hurt you, like I did yesterday. And everyone knows &lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- tahu ke ? u guys kan tak mampu faham aku. erk?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that hurting was the last thing I'll do to any creatures, even an ants. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe because of the ALIEN side of me, no one understand me, oops sorry, appreciate me. And maybe that also the main reason that make she cried yesterday. I'm sorry. I'm easily say sorry, and forgive, but to forget, oh sorry, FORGET just don't exist in my dictionary of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, seriously I tak marah Balqis. Serius. I just nak luahkan apa yang I simpan for ages. I rasa I patut told you the truth bout few things so maybe you'll see life clearly. I just wanna make you realize on something, but like I said before, now I understand, its hard to do so. I am a serious person, shame people don't realize that &lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- haish MY, kan da cakap no one understand you. grrr&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wanna know a story ? I had, I used to, have a BFF  at high school then she got offer to further study in Sarawak, which make us rarely met each other. And I've been tried to contact her, for past few weeks but no reply at all. And one day, she replying, but pretending to be someone else and claiming that my friend was in danger. I was so scared, worried what happened to her. So immediately, I called her. And the first thing I heard was a very loud sound of she laughing! HAHAHA! She said " HA, takut ko!" And I was, speechless. Terus end up the called and feeling very-very disappointed. How could she did that to me ? I was deadly worried and she just make fun of me ? And guess what ? Until these second, I never ever talked to her again, refuse to replied her message or calls. Wasn't that I'm mad, just I think that just too much. Then to avoid myself from saying things that could hurt her, I just STOP. RIGHT THERE. Enough. What a funny joke! HAHAHA!&lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- yeah, right! Huh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story, Munirah, stop hoping, just continue to pretending nothing happened, &lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- I just couldn't!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you know nothing, just follow what people said, just stop being darn nice nak tunjuk ajar orang, nak sedarkan orang, sebab semua orang tak nak pun disedarkan. Faham ? Berhenti lah berharap. There's no use. Tak guna kata orang Malaysia. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Berhenti Berharap&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak percaya lagi&lt;br /&gt;Dengan apa yang kau beri&lt;br /&gt;Aku terdampar disini&lt;br /&gt;Tersudut menunggu mati&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak percaya lagi&lt;br /&gt;Akan guna matahari&lt;br /&gt;Yang dulu mampu terangi&lt;br /&gt;Sudut gelap hati ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berhenti berharap&lt;br /&gt;Dan menunggu datang gelap&lt;br /&gt;Sampai nanti suatu saat&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada cinta kudapat&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ada derita&lt;br /&gt;Bila bahagia tercipta&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa ada sang hitam&lt;br /&gt;Bila putih menyenangkan&lt;br /&gt;Haa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pulang…&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa dendam&lt;br /&gt;Ku terima kekalahanku&lt;br /&gt;Aku pulang…&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa dendam&lt;br /&gt;Ku salutkan kemenanganmu&lt;br /&gt;Woo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau ajarkan aku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Kau ajarkan aku derita&lt;br /&gt;Kau tunjukan aku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Kau tunjukan aku derita&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan aku bahagia&lt;br /&gt;Kau berikan aku derita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa…&lt;br /&gt;Haa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pulang…&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa dendam&lt;br /&gt;Ku terima kekalahanku&lt;br /&gt;Rebahkan tangguhmu&lt;br /&gt;Lepaskan perlahan&lt;br /&gt;Kau akan mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Semua…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berhenti berharap&lt;br /&gt;Dan menunggu datang gelap&lt;br /&gt;Sampai nanti suatu saat&lt;br /&gt;Tak ada cinta kudapat&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Balqis, I still demand for explanation of what happened that night. It's all bout me ? Tak faham. Explain pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you guys thought I am bad for posting this post, then stop be friend with me, I just dont CARE more to be alone, I used to scared of being alone, but if being alone may avoid myself from hurting you guys, then I rather alone than happy be surrounded by great friend like all of you &lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- ya. Memang sangat serius.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I'm so down at the moment. And when this happen, the only thing I ask is stop talking to me, it just gonna burst my anger more. And hurting others, SUMPAH aku benci! Wossh away pls~ I don't wanna hurt you. Pls~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1173260335280581116?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1173260335280581116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/berhenti-berharap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1173260335280581116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1173260335280581116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/berhenti-berharap.html' title='berhenti berharap'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6602466771804727779</id><published>2009-11-20T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:40:59.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I JAHAT. JANGAN KAWAN I.</title><content type='html'>She said, today is a very bad day. I make her cried. I don't care bout her feeling and keep on hurting her. I thought she's tough. I thought I can hold on to her. I thought she's different. I thought I'm not alone. But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm alone. Maybe I'm the the ALIEN. Maybe I'm a worst sinner. Yup, for sure the worst sinner. Definitely sinner. Not maybe, definitely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you love me, maybe she too. But, argghhh! Lemah. Tak tahu apa patut ditaip ketika saat ini. Akal ligat berfikir, apakah perasaanya jika dia membaca post ini ? Adakah kembali api kemarahanannya, akan jatuh lagikah air matanya. Jika cuba berubah, merubah mencipta onar ini, aku mengalah. Ya Allah. Aku tidak mampu ya Allah. Tidak mampu ya Allah. Hambamu yang hina ini merendahkan lagi martabatnya disisiMu hari ini. Jika cuba membuka luka di hati yang hitam ini, membawa lara, aku redha ya Allah. Aku terima. Aku simpan segalanya ya Allah. Aku redha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;aku ini Wanita Biasa&lt;br /&gt;Bisa Sakit Luka Karena Cinta&lt;br /&gt;Dingin Sepi Kerap Menyapa&lt;br /&gt;Air Mata Jatuh Lukisan Raga&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kadang ku Kuat Setegar Karang&lt;br /&gt;Kadang ku Rapuh Lemah Liar Merana&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chorus1&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan Aku Bila Hasratku Keliru&lt;br /&gt;Sulut Gairah Jiwamu&lt;br /&gt;ku Yang Dosakan Cinta Kekasih&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maafkan Aku Bila Hasratku Keliru&lt;br /&gt;Sulut Gairah Jiwamu&lt;br /&gt;ku Yang Dosakan Cinta Kekasih Hatiku&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kekasih Hatiku Maafkan Aku&lt;br /&gt;aku Wanita Biasa&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dingin Sepi Kerap Menyapa&lt;br /&gt;Air Mata Jatuh Lukisan Raga&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kadang ku Kuat Setegar Karang&lt;br /&gt;Kadang ku Rapuh Lemah Liar Merana&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chorus2&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan Aku Bila Hasratku Keliru&lt;br /&gt;Sulut Gairah Jiwamu&lt;br /&gt;ku Yang Dosakan Cinta Kekasih&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maafkan Aku Bila Hasratku Keliru&lt;br /&gt;Sulut Gairah Jiwamu&lt;br /&gt;ku Yang Dosakan Cinta Kekasih&lt;br /&gt;Hatiku Maafkan Aku&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;p/s: im crying the whole night. u tau ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6602466771804727779?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6602466771804727779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-jahat-jangan-kawan-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6602466771804727779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6602466771804727779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-jahat-jangan-kawan-i.html' title='I JAHAT. JANGAN KAWAN I.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7259690412308679119</id><published>2009-11-20T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:25:08.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ponytail,</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaJEZh5UiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/E3DcJjpBjac/s1600/ponytail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaJEZh5UiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/E3DcJjpBjac/s320/ponytail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406159111370396194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I love to put my hair up to ponytail style. Because when I did that, a feeling of ready to do anything datang tanpa dipaksa. Serius. Rasa bebas. I believe I can fly &lt;-- can't stop smiling when I recall how Amir sang this song dengan slengnya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7259690412308679119?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7259690412308679119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/ponytail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7259690412308679119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7259690412308679119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/ponytail.html' title='ponytail,'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaJEZh5UiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/E3DcJjpBjac/s72-c/ponytail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1034541989608472363</id><published>2009-11-20T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:46:30.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blumarine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAnSwOr_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/6MICiGFbjmE/s1600/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAnSwOr_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/6MICiGFbjmE/s320/54.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406149815242239986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAnF4NZOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Hw6DVxlo1AI/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAnF4NZOI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Hw6DVxlo1AI/s320/26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406149811786048738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAmkjRX9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/H7sxlwCDwQA/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAmkjRX9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/H7sxlwCDwQA/s320/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406149802839859154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAmS1bGzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5Tt5nLoDjug/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAmS1bGzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5Tt5nLoDjug/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406149798084156210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAl1oPmfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/fUXfuZqVcKg/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAl1oPmfI/AAAAAAAAAKU/fUXfuZqVcKg/s320/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406149790244248050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;p/s: I heart the over-used of stud on Blumarine Fall Colection this time. Just awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1034541989608472363?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1034541989608472363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/blumarine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1034541989608472363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1034541989608472363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/blumarine.html' title='blumarine'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwaAnSwOr_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/6MICiGFbjmE/s72-c/54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8192969481854293259</id><published>2009-11-20T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:24:44.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melting master plan~</title><content type='html'>Thanks a lot to my old BFF, Nolly Ibrahim for 'lawatan ke UiTM' just now! :p&lt;br /&gt;Segala yang kabur sudah jelas sebab Nolly tolong lapkan, yang gelap lagikan bersuluh, sebab Nolly torch lightkan! Nolly di hatiku &lt;-- yup UiTM, you'll be in my heart only if I feel satisfied with the study environment you offer me later :p Means : The library! Wish they are very comfy and useful one. Not like the last one I have in PSA. *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;but PSA still on top! &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry :) &lt;br /&gt;Those lovely lecturers, how could we find any better ? &lt;br /&gt;You guys the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know you all must be kutuk-ing me at the moment you guys read this &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:30%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- library ? Moon ? PLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Kan dah cakap nak berubah, salah ? Master plan yang dirancang bersama Nady mesti diteruskan! Chayok~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwZsQbv9HbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3OHEL1PS0hA/s1600/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlZ1V2U3U3BWM2hHWFZTV3pReGp0RmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwZsQbv9HbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3OHEL1PS0hA/s320/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlZ1V2U3U3BWM2hHWFZTV3pReGp0RmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406127432287460786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;auwwww.:O&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="PURPLE"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT, SMART, UN-RESISTIBLE! RAWR~!!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8192969481854293259?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8192969481854293259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/melting-master-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8192969481854293259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8192969481854293259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/melting-master-plan.html' title='melting master plan~'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SwZsQbv9HbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3OHEL1PS0hA/s72-c/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlZ1V2U3U3BWM2hHWFZTV3pReGp0RmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7540945391340105089</id><published>2009-11-20T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:08:39.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mengada!</title><content type='html'>tamo panas, nanti sweating.&lt;br /&gt;tamo sejuk nanti malam ta boleh tidur.&lt;br /&gt;so, weather pls turned to suam-suam kuku mode pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:35%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;&lt;i&gt; such an unthankful girl laa you MY! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7540945391340105089?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7540945391340105089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/mengada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7540945391340105089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7540945391340105089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/mengada.html' title='mengada!'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-917263541387205211</id><published>2009-11-19T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:44:31.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pabila si observant mula menaip..</title><content type='html'>Idea untuk menulis blog hari ini mencurah-curah. Non-stop. Dari sibuk di dapur sampai habis mengemas satu rumah, idea still running fast from my brain. Tengah cycling pown, still idea tak henti-henti. So many things I want to penned down today in this blog, this single post. So if you feeling lazy to spelling one by one words your eyes could see, then stop reading this now! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;activities while making this post : ate lunch, FB-ing, chat-ing, drink-ing, sing-ing, text-ing, climb-ing (naik turun tangga sebab mak panggil) :))&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few friend realize that I'm changed, a lot. Alhamdulillah. Ditanya apakah punca, penyebab perubahan mendadak ini. It takes my whole life to answer that.  But to make long story short, maybe the answer is &lt;i&gt; "Allah turunkan hidayah- Nya. Alhamdulillah~"&lt;/i&gt;  Itu sahaja yang mampu dijawab. So many other things such as friends, blogs &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;-- I love blog because its not a fiction, its a real story, true experiences, which can help other people make good comparison and easily adapt moral values from the story blogger share in their blog to reader's life, my life &lt;/span&gt; Whatever it is, MY is MY, just maybe she finally found her real happiness. I wanna changed, but maybe slowly. Tak mahu pisang berbuah dua kali. Kali ini biarlah penuh istiqamah, berterusan tetapi secara perlahan-lahan. Please don't judge me from my appearance, the way I present myself thru my cloth, the way I present my opinion. Please don't. Like Warnida Safiya used to say " Shawl is just a piece of cloth", don't judge the book by its cover. "Look who's talking" &lt;-- WHO YOU TO JUGDE? Who us to judge ? (yup S inspired me with this sentence - credit to SB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is impossible aite ? My little nephew, Amir Ikhwan, 6 years old was diagnosed to have a problem with his pronunciation which make him different from his friend at his age. He can't talked fluently, or Malay called them &lt;i&gt;pelat&lt;/i&gt;. A problem where he cannot transfer what he heard correctly into a proper pronunciation. But miracle happened , with His will, now he can sing I Believe I Can Fly correctly! Yeah, maybe he still &lt;i&gt;pelat&lt;/i&gt; but who cares ? Me myself is zero in english when I was 6! Even at 13, I was deterred outside of the classroom because I can't spell SIT! Yes, believe it. I can't even spelled that darn simple word at that age. Yup,MY whom  texting her friend with fully english in almost every single message, MY whom got band 4 for MUET, MY whom replying comment in FB in english can't spelled that word, so isn't that awesome with the disease his suffering, he still can do that at just 6 ?! For me ? Amir rock! You go boy! Ily! Wish you get well soon, really soon. In sya Allah~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;People asking me why MY ? MY is stand for Munirah Yusoff. I love to present myself as MY because I wanna make myself very close to the memories with my late Abah, Yusoff Idris, whom I love, respect and admire a lot, he is my hero. He was a very garang one,I hate to do my homework because I'm scared he'll scolded me, but guess what ? He was so soft inside. Saya tidak pernah dipukul atau dicubit walau sedikit pun disebabkan kemarahannya itu.  He's the one who comb my hair every morning when mom busy cooking nasi lemak back in kitchen, he's the one yang akan pujuk me if he saw me lying on the couch, covered my face with the pillow, he knew already that theres must be something wrong with his little daughter.&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*stop crying MY&lt;/span&gt; So much I wanted him beside me now, this moment, this second, to proved even I never memorized the sifir (I hate math!) now I'm going to further my degree! I do study now, Abah don't have to scolded me to make me baca buku, I'll do it with pleasure for sure! Abah don't have to yelling calling me to help at the kitchen every morning, I can punctually in the kitchen at 6 am! And   Abah&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;OMG, stop crying lah now!&lt;/span&gt; don't have to wake up early in the morning to go to work because I'm gonna be a rich and successful daughter for you Abah, I promise! Sigh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the reality seems far away from my dream &lt;-- to have Abah beside me, I still have to go on. Now the real challenge comes, further my study to next level, degree. I'm happy but also scared that I can't pass this one with flying colors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an advise from my brother, Yusdee :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Alhamdulillah. Perlu diingat, Dia beri peluang keemasan ini bukan selalu. Maka buat yang terbaik, no more playing, keep focus. Jaga solat anda, In sya Allah berjaya." &lt;-- &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;"no more playing" sebab I was fooling around when I'm studying for my Dip :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try my best. May Allah help me with my heart, make everything goes smoothly with my study. In sya Allah~ Maturity I'm gaining now hopefully will help me. Ya lah, takkan dah further degree masih nak terkinja-kinja kan ? And when talk about maturity its remind me to my old status in FB few weeks ago. DOSAKAH MENYAKITKAN HATI ORANG? And few friend comment, which the answer quit disappoint me. But who me to judge them. However, I love to shared something. Siapa kita nak tentukan dosa pahala bukan ? Ya. Hamba yang jahil ini tidak layak. Tapi yang semestinya kita dikurniakan dengan akal dan nafsu untuk membezakan baik dan buruk, hitam dan putih. Jadi bukankah lebih baik jika kita lupakan kesakitan itu dan memaafkan ? Seperti firman Allah SWT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;“fa inna ma`a al-`usri yusran”. &lt;br /&gt;“inna ma`a al-`usri yusran”. &lt;br /&gt;Ertinya: “Maka sesungguhnya bersamaan dengan kepayahan itu ada kemudahan, sesungguhnya bersamaan dengan kepayahan itu ada kemudahan”.&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No body perfect. Seperti kata teman blog "Kalau sempurna serba serbi tu bukan manusia. Tak nak aku kahwin dengan bukan manusia." So why don't we just forgive and forget ? Beautifully imperfection. Tidak perlu kot untuk sakitkan orang yang menyakiti kita kembali untuk menyamakan perasaan yang kita alami dengan orang tersebut, bukankah itu membuktikan tiada bezanya kita dan mereka ? Wallahualam~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; maybe few people thought what I wrote today seems like pretending to be a good people, hidup sendiri penuh noda, nak berkhutbah pula kat blog ni. Urm~ What should I say ? Kita mewarna diri kita sendiri, jika putih catnya, putih lah dan sebaliknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt; Cita- cita bukan nak jadi ustazah&lt;br /&gt;Bukan juga nak try berkhutbah&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna try to berubah &lt;br /&gt;Salahkah ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepuk dada tanye IMAN. Ya. IMAN bukan selera. Entah kenapa orang dulu-dulu suruh ikut selera. Boleh sahaja as long as your selera is based on your IMAN. Wallahualam~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt; p/s: J! I was listening to Fly this early morning on Pagi Show and I heard this melting news : Adam bought a ring for his pet's engagement ?! So sweet! Just like you, looked very rock, metal from the outside but hopelessly romantic! Deserve to be your one and only :p&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-917263541387205211?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/917263541387205211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/pabila-si-observant-mula-menaip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/917263541387205211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/917263541387205211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/pabila-si-observant-mula-menaip.html' title='pabila si observant mula menaip..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-4630132042789486720</id><published>2009-11-19T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:30:47.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syukur..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;mesej pertama di telefon bimbit saya pagi ini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Salam. Alhamdulillah, anakanda Nur Nabilah di kurnia olehNYA 5A dalam UPSR. Terima kasih kepada ALLAH dan tidak lupa kepada semua yang memberi sokongan serta DOA. Jazakallah."&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my big brother, Yusdee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah~&lt;br /&gt;Syukur kepada Allah di atas rahmat yang tidak henti dariNya kepada kami sekeluarga. &lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah~ Alhamdulillah~ Alhamdulillah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;p/s: Redha dan syukur. Itulah tanda kasih sayang kita padaNya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-4630132042789486720?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/4630132042789486720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/syukur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4630132042789486720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4630132042789486720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/syukur.html' title='syukur..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7900532058805003535</id><published>2009-11-18T20:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:34:10.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pathetic MY, &lt;-- dulu laa, now YOU just wish I'm never awake from my nightmare, I'm solid! Don't try to fool around!</title><content type='html'>wanna see how pathetic I am ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;"what should i say meyh ?&lt;br /&gt;u sehat ta ?&lt;br /&gt;rasa macam da setahun u pg.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;n tengs 2 u,&lt;br /&gt;i ssh tdo siang or malam since u ta bg i tdo ary 2.&lt;br /&gt;balik larh cepat2.&lt;br /&gt;leh gaduh ngn i hary2.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;urm...&lt;br /&gt;i send a very no no good msg to ur number.&lt;br /&gt;dun read them!&lt;br /&gt;juz delete okeyh ?&lt;br /&gt;ta. " &lt;-- no reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"annyo&lt;br /&gt;hows ur day at ***** ?&lt;br /&gt;i start my day wif yoga today.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;quit interesting.&lt;br /&gt;better than doing nothing ryte ?&lt;br /&gt;urm, okeyh larh.&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;balik cepat auw?&lt;br /&gt;ta." &lt;-- no reply tho (I send this on my bufday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ya ya. me again. na kasi penuh ur mail box!" &lt;-- no reply trice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"its raining at ampang now.&lt;br /&gt;its boring.&lt;br /&gt;i maybe will start my work anytime from now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting 2 to come back and fighting wif me.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;urm u noe about da air france accident ?&lt;br /&gt;its like ur dreanm comes true,&lt;br /&gt;but on other ppl fate." &lt;-- and another no reply to this pathetic mail~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic aite ? Memang pown. Munirah Yusoff is a very boring, pathetic, hopeless, over-obsess,  over-observant, over-level of sympathy, over-weak yada yada. Okay, now the time to put FULL STOP to ALL THIS. Yes! Now MY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait a second, why in world you writing this post MY ? Errr ??? &lt;-- seriously lupa! Astagfirullahhalazim~ Then HOW should i end this story ? Sigh. My sister text me just now, demand a chat, which make me running downstairs to call her, and the best part I langgar pintu and bleed my hand. Darn! Double sigh. And when I came back in front this lappy, "wait, aku tulis ape ni?" Double darn. Pelupa betul LA. Credit to those ants, semut kesayangan sebab suka masuk dalam air saya! &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*stop blaming others pls MY&lt;/span&gt; Triple sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7900532058805003535?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7900532058805003535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/pathetic-my-dulu-laa-now-you-just-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7900532058805003535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7900532058805003535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/pathetic-my-dulu-laa-now-you-just-wish.html' title='A Pathetic MY, &lt;-- dulu laa, now YOU just wish I&apos;m never awake from my nightmare, I&apos;m solid! Don&apos;t try to fool around!'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7613569902434018697</id><published>2009-11-18T19:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:40:41.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart singing... lalala~</title><content type='html'>Another day to cherish :)&lt;br /&gt;Happy kowt today sebab I found a very good blogs! Yup. I heart blogs. More than books &lt;-- not really a reader. But since blogging became a new phenomena, which me myself also became addicted, I guess I love to read, maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks a lot Reyna update your blog! Its been ages since I read them, wasn't I'm not interested with your writing, just you ta update kowt! Since raya aite ? So glad you did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: Reyna, I pown sukaa sangat picture Nady tagged kita tu. Hee~ Saya pown mahu cantikkkkk!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7613569902434018697?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7613569902434018697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-singing-lalala.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7613569902434018697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7613569902434018697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/heart-singing-lalala.html' title='heart singing... lalala~'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-520464125519163810</id><published>2009-11-17T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:19:32.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Allah tidak pernah janjikan matahari tanpa hujan, gembira tanpa sedih,&lt;br /&gt;sihat tanpa sakit,siang tanpa malam dan jika ada doa kita yang tak dijawab-Nya.. itu adalah kerana Dia mengetahui masa yg pling sesuai untuk menjawab doa itu.. selagi hati yakin pada-Nya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“fa inna ma`a al-`usri yusran”. &lt;br /&gt;“inna ma`a al-`usri yusran”. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ertinya: “Maka sesungguhnya bersamaan dengan kepayahan itu ada kemudahan, sesungguhnya bersamaan dengan kepayahan itu ada kemudahan”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-520464125519163810?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/520464125519163810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/allah-tidak-pernah-janjikan-matahari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/520464125519163810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/520464125519163810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/allah-tidak-pernah-janjikan-matahari.html' title=''/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-4359090218802208817</id><published>2009-11-17T12:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:36:54.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah :)</title><content type='html'>Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those salty fat tears running thru my face. I felt like all this seems like a dream, or maybe a wish that I never thought would come true, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. That's all I can say. All things seems like finding their places. A life that used to be a dream, now falling from no way, and sit perfectly into it place. OMG. I just couldn't describe the perfection of the timing, the places. FAITH. My faith just  blew me off. It's looked like so-so hard at the beginning, now it's changed slowly, nicely, just like a fairy tales!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The offer, my health, a better relationship, connection with The greatest Allah S.W.T, everything just getting better and better. Alhamdulillah :) Like a sunshine after the rain. Brighting, lighting the life I used to hate. The seed, growing slowly but perfectly into a tree which now giving me the ripest, sweetest fruits. And the vitamin is absorbing into the blood, isolating the glucose and turned them into the best medicine for soul. Everything just too good to be true. But nothing is impossible right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no gain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;congrats to all beloved friends who got the offer. &lt;3 you guys so much!&lt;br /&gt;Nady, Reyna, Waniey, and last but not least my sister,&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;* I love to be the real sister for you :)&lt;/span&gt;, Kakak Zon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;How could I asked for more when more are already mine ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-4359090218802208817?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/4359090218802208817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/alhamdulillah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4359090218802208817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4359090218802208817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah :)'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2893678931205917429</id><published>2009-11-16T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:13:21.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mirae..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UiTM di hatiku"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now terpaksa laa make this as my compulsory sentence! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-2893678931205917429?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2893678931205917429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/mirae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2893678931205917429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2893678931205917429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/mirae.html' title='mirae..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7477821344262572866</id><published>2009-11-16T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:26:53.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another definitely, maybe..</title><content type='html'>Finally, we end up at the road which we have to choose whether to turn right or left. Maybe is been written clearly UP THERE, that the the only road to be choose at the moment is left. Maybe there's more waiting for us if we choose left, maybe. Yeah, maybe, perhaps we are right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today been a chaos, hilarious day but still a happy one for me. Alhamdulillah. What happend today just gave me more air to breath, more space to think of the future. I WANNA MOVE! DON'T WANNA SIT AND WAITING. It's killing me doing nothing EVERY SINGLE DAY. It just wasn't Munirah Yusoff. Tak boleh duduk diam! aha. When I think of something, I just do it, immediately, so I won't forget. *hee. It's make me wanna throw up of this boredom. Aha~ If only I knew to drive, I'll be ending up at the FRIM every day! Or maybe Taman Metropolitan Kepong. I love the nature, they seems like a best friend to me. Always there for me, gave ease at heart. Alhamdulillah thank you Allah for giving, lending us this beautiful things to made up our life :) And now its raining everyday. I just love the smell &lt;3 Watching those kite freely flying in the sky, look similarly like a life. Our life. Even we can freely fly, choose our own lifestyle, but on the same time, we still need a parents, friends to help us in our life. And the most important is, Him, to guide us. the greatest Allah S.W.T. We shouldn't cut the rope because actually, the rope is the reason we survive. Yes, maybe its limited many things in life, but maybe we should understand every single thing have it's limit so we won't over do it. Maybe :) Right guys ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy because we just don't know where our life end. Be strong because life maybe hard but it just better that way. Be faithful to the greatest Allah, because that not a maybe, but DEFINITELY the only thing we should be :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7477821344262572866?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7477821344262572866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-definitely-maybe_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7477821344262572866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7477821344262572866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-definitely-maybe_16.html' title='another definitely, maybe..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6457167353416725127</id><published>2009-11-16T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T13:22:22.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't  Need A Man..</title><content type='html'>... at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;STOP ACCUSING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N,I don't leave you for another man.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- We just don't meant to be together, but I hope you know, I'll always here if you need anything, even my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, I don't need another man to be happy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- THAT was't the reason I called you. I just holding my words, that I'll be your 'kawan setia' forever, got it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu, last but not least, AKU TAK CINTA SAMA KAMU OKAY?! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;-- I love S, SHE PERFECT FOR YOU. And I don't even need you. I just like you as friend and FULLSTOP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6457167353416725127?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6457167353416725127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-need-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6457167353416725127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6457167353416725127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-need-man.html' title='I Don&apos;t  Need A Man..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2497591659826311762</id><published>2009-11-13T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T21:12:27.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 dancing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mari berdansa yok! :D&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/8433676096808167899-2497591659826311762?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2497591659826311762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-dancing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2497591659826311762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2497591659826311762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-dancing.html' title='&lt;3 dancing.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7771336852181359782</id><published>2009-11-13T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T20:59:26.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goosh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;too many stories to tell,&lt;br /&gt;yet too many free time to handle,&lt;br /&gt;too dumb to handle so many things,&lt;br /&gt;end up updating nothing.&lt;br /&gt;hee :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random: Ada apa dengan Valentine ? Bila ku punya teman-teman, cita-cita, masa depan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;those three words dedicated to her just hurt me, and I just have no idea why. goosh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7771336852181359782?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7771336852181359782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/goosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7771336852181359782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7771336852181359782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/goosh.html' title='goosh.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6396368575508724284</id><published>2009-11-05T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:32:04.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maaf ya, kita berbahasa hari ini.</title><content type='html'>Adakah pernah walau sekalipun, hamba Allah yang maha kerdil bernama Munirah Yusoff ini menyakitkan hati anda wahai kawan &lt;--- kawan ke ? Ya. Jauh didasar hati masih menghormati dirimu sebagai seorang rakan seperjuangan ketika kecil yang pada firasat ku kamu merupakan seorang rakan yang bijak dan pintar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tidak pernah berkata apa apa antara kita, namun dirimu tetap seorang yang menarik perhatianku, sebagai rakan sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan izinya, kita bertemu kembali di alam siber ini. Dan untuk apa ? Adakah dirimu cuma wujud untuk menyakitkan hatiku ? Sedangkan diriku, sedikit pun tidak pernah melukakan dirimu itu. Sokongan dan dorongan serta doa kejayaanmu &lt;-- hanya itu yang ku beri. Dan kamu ? Diri ini tidak pernah mengharapkan walau secebis kebaikan pun dari dirimu itu. Ya! Tidak. Walau sebesar kuman pun tidak pernah ku impikan. Dan ini balasannya ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, ku maafkan dirimu wahai rakan, wahai teman. Jika menyukaimu sebagai rakan adalah DOSA, maka diriku ini menerima ini sebagai balasannya. Terima kasih wahai teman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6396368575508724284?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6396368575508724284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/maaf-ya-kita-berbahasa-hari-ini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6396368575508724284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6396368575508724284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/maaf-ya-kita-berbahasa-hari-ini.html' title='maaf ya, kita berbahasa hari ini.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-3200171772958673912</id><published>2009-11-03T14:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:24:08.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You both meant to be together, no space. I am fully deadly knew that. Never tried to be one, EVER.</title><content type='html'>Hey guyyyss. Its been a few days I'm not updating this blog. Just not really feeling like writing, and things that keep played in my mind and hearts just seems too personal. Yeah, this blog IS personal, but this one, super duper extra personal because of the uncertainty of the fact. &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; and since when fact became a priority to this blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;So, I just finished reading someone blog, tried to make up my mind with the fact &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; *fact? again? whats goin' on MY ? &lt;/span&gt; Yeah, seem fact became so important now. Feels like its so matter, so I won't believing in wrong one, aka AUTA. Idk. Felt guilty tried too much to find out the reality but I just seems can't had enough. I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, instead of reveal the truth &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; *for my own self &lt;/span&gt;I realize that we seems like the same, duplicate. Yes, she's way better than me from many aspect, but I mean from side of what we had own in our life, our favourite, whom we used to love, &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;* maybe&lt;/span&gt; songs that we heard it just like impossible that it just too similar in my eyes. &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*sigh &lt;/span&gt; The alarm song, the perfume, the pinky lappy, even a same matter that bring up in blog, just too close with each other, too similar. And Idk why. Ironic huh ? Urm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;But on the same time, the chemistry, the memories between them, bring my salty, fat tears running down thru my face. They just so sweet together. I never stop wishing for their happiness, if together back will bring joy to their life, then thats will be my pray, but if separated from each other will do the best &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; * I wish not!&lt;/span&gt; then let it be. I never ever want to come in between and make thing worse. Seriously never ever. I just wanted the best for both. Even I rarely know both, but my heart can felt the chemistry among them. That they meant to be together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*her blog's songs playing right now, make my mood turned to sadder from sad, sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;p/s : the way you treated me last ym just shock me,"I dont want to talk to you", you never know that talking with you is the only thing I cherish, don't you ? the only things that makes me keep to our promise, the only thing that make me better, stronger, you never knew that right ? aha. I know I was the one to blame, but I never planned to be one. I don't think "friends forever" will worked here. "think deep", that just not me, I takes step, never wait, never think, thats me, I know I am no good, I am bad one. I wish you happiness, and away from tears, like I always do. I know how much its hurt. HURT IS MY BFF :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like she always said, "did you smiled today ?" Smile then. As a present for me, can you ? LOL &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;munirahyusoff&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/8433676096808167899-3200171772958673912?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/3200171772958673912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-both-meant-to-be-together-no-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3200171772958673912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3200171772958673912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-both-meant-to-be-together-no-space.html' title='You both meant to be together, no space. I am fully deadly knew that. Never tried to be one, EVER.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-9029802681904246859</id><published>2009-11-01T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:39:41.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jatuh cinta, aha.</title><content type='html'>with this song okay ? &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;aha &lt;/span&gt; from Sleeq, Singaporean group. Lets check it out guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;Lagu ini bukan di radio setiap hari untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ini tidak perlu kau kembali kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ini hanya ingin kau fahami ku sudah teruskan hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Semuanya cun saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu tinggalkan pesanan&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu buat panggilan&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak perlu lagi kalau kau cuba mintak maaf&lt;br /&gt;Lupakan sahaja&lt;br /&gt;Diriku cun saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duduk di rumah seorang saja&lt;br /&gt;Menulis lagu cinta&lt;br /&gt;Menggunakan kisah ini tuk ceritakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyph:&lt;br /&gt;Cun hidupku kini cun saja&lt;br /&gt;Sejak kita memang cun semuanya&lt;br /&gt;Sejak pisah itulah permulaannya untukku berhati-hati dgn buaya&lt;br /&gt;Ngap ngap pendirianku tegap&lt;br /&gt;Jumlah kali kita bertengkar memang genap&lt;br /&gt;Untuk aku ke tahap ini silap kita memang patut sama-sama kene sepak pak pak&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bukan niat aku tuk salahkan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Aku sedar ku juga ada kekuranganku&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalau bersifat mementingkan diri sendiri untuk kebaikkan bukan kurang ajar itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duduk di rumah seorang saja&lt;br /&gt;Mengarang lagu cinta&lt;br /&gt;Dengan mengembalikan kisah kitakan tapi jangan perasaan&lt;br /&gt;Ohh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun ini bab yang baru ada masa arah ku tak tentu&lt;br /&gt;Tetap rindu kehadiranmu, tidak patut&lt;br /&gt;Kerna ku takut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;korus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ini,&lt;br /&gt;Tandanya kamu masih sayangkan ku&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun sudah tidak bersama lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ini,&lt;br /&gt;Tandanya ku masih rindukanmu&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun sudah tidak bersama lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ini,&lt;br /&gt;Dengan lagu ini ku ingin memberitahu &lt;br /&gt;kamu bahawaku okay&lt;br /&gt;Aku okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu ini,&lt;br /&gt;Dengan lagu ini ku ingin memberitahu &lt;br /&gt;kamu jangan cakap tak boleh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;MOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-9029802681904246859?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/9029802681904246859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/jatuh-cinta-aha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/9029802681904246859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/9029802681904246859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/11/jatuh-cinta-aha.html' title='jatuh cinta, aha.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-3120458986014189944</id><published>2009-10-30T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:02:35.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goosebumps ..</title><content type='html'>As i watching this trailer, my whole body was suddenly having a goosebumps! And the only reason for this was its so-so motivated story, which I was a fan of that kind of things &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*wink :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching this, and for sure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:BLUE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SurGgdMoNtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/suabOFjuZwI/s1600-h/blind_side_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SurGgdMoNtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/suabOFjuZwI/s320/blind_side_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398345364252669650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poor, undereducated 344-pound African-American teenager in Memphis, whose father was murdered and whose mother was a crack addict, is shuffled through the public school system, despite his low grade point average and absenteeism. But his tremendous size and quickness attracts the interest of a wealthy white couple who take him in and groom him both athletically and academically to become one of the top high school football prospects in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Blind Side” is both written and directed by John Lee Hancock (Hard Time Romance, The Rookie, The Alamo). This is based on Michael Lewis‘ book “The Blind Side: Evolution of a Game.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner Brothers is bringing “The Blind Side” to theaters everywhere on&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 20th, 2009.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;November will full with a lists of movies to watch! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;they are my medicine, my drug, my rehab - movies, music :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;MOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-3120458986014189944?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/3120458986014189944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/goosebumps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3120458986014189944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3120458986014189944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/goosebumps.html' title='goosebumps ..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SurGgdMoNtI/AAAAAAAAAJM/suabOFjuZwI/s72-c/blind_side_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-4580580883913045809</id><published>2009-10-30T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:14:36.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go on BOY..</title><content type='html'>this is what I up to recently, browsing plenty of videos on YouTube, to filled up my life without Facebook.  &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;daaa!&lt;/span&gt; And I found this song, Go On Girl, which I love it more if I change a lil bit of the lyrics. &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;aha&lt;/span&gt; So, maybe you all may guess what makes me deactivated my FB. If you want to laa. So, let's check it out! Like I said before, this one is my version of the song :) The original, google yourself okay babe &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*hee &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get it back, but&lt;br /&gt;I dont want it back, i&lt;br /&gt;Realized that,&lt;br /&gt;HE dont know how to act&lt;br /&gt;Never been a dumb BABE&lt;br /&gt;No im not dense&lt;br /&gt;I Just had a slight lack&lt;br /&gt;Of common sense&lt;br /&gt;I was the good GIRL&lt;br /&gt;HE was the bad GUY&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking one GUY&lt;br /&gt;HE thinking me, JENNIFER ELLA and TAYLOR&lt;br /&gt;Yep HE had plenty&lt;br /&gt;But love for me, HE didnt have any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inviting, HIM into my heart&lt;br /&gt;But HE was out riding in some other GIRL's car&lt;br /&gt;HE was my night time, thought I was HIS star&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see im strong&lt;br /&gt;Wont take me long for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont worry bout me im fine&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That i'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Go on BOY&lt;br /&gt;Go on BOY&lt;br /&gt;Go on BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get it back, but&lt;br /&gt;I dont want it back, i&lt;br /&gt;Realized that,&lt;br /&gt;HE dont know how to act&lt;br /&gt;Tried to settle down and look what I get&lt;br /&gt;Thought it was my time, but I guess not yet&lt;br /&gt;HE at the bar getting drinks from many GIRL&lt;br /&gt;Im in the house, thinking HES with HIS BOYfriends&lt;br /&gt;Trust not knowing, truly not knowing&lt;br /&gt;I look back now like, man, I was open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inviting, HIM into my heart&lt;br /&gt;But HE was out riding in some other GIRL's car&lt;br /&gt;HE was my night time, thought I was HIS star&lt;br /&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see im strong&lt;br /&gt;Wont take me long for me to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mistake i made is clear&lt;br /&gt;Thats the reason youre not here&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can do much better&lt;br /&gt;Not a single salty tear&lt;br /&gt;Not a feeling in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Baby im feeling no stress&lt;br /&gt;Im too fly to be depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont worry bout me im fine&lt;br /&gt;Please dont worry bout me im fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time&lt;br /&gt;Trust me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That i'll be ok&lt;br /&gt;Go on BOY&lt;br /&gt;Go on BOY&lt;br /&gt;Go on BOY&lt;br /&gt;Go on BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*THE CAPITAL WORDS IS ONES I CHANGED&lt;br /&gt;p/s : just taking this as one of method to make me stronger back, far away to hurt you, really. its your life, you free to do anything, I know that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-4580580883913045809?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/4580580883913045809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-on-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4580580883913045809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4580580883913045809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-on-boy.html' title='go on BOY..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-4520729765070911110</id><published>2009-10-29T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:48:39.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, another boy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I have knowing boys. Been in a couple of relationships with them yet what I have really figured out is, they remain nothing but boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOYS&lt;/strong&gt; all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about maturity, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-4520729765070911110?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/4520729765070911110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-another-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4520729765070911110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4520729765070911110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-another-boy.html' title='finally, another boy..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7932581566935158227</id><published>2009-10-28T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:46:39.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>milk, everywhere *wink²</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Suf8c17iEsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HicNJ-nYlPw/s1600-h/28102009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Suf8c17iEsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HicNJ-nYlPw/s320/28102009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397560250870141634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while surfing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Suf8cqwUVYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iD3hGFSZ4g0/s1600-h/26102009(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Suf8cqwUVYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iD3hGFSZ4g0/s320/26102009(007).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397560247870313858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before slept :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another new born baby :)&lt;br /&gt;name as munirahyusoff &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"wat pe?"&lt;br /&gt;"minum susu. chat ngn u. dgr lagu sam soon."&lt;br /&gt;"asek minom susu je...cam bb"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aha. ye laa. I mmg baby :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7932581566935158227?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7932581566935158227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/milk-everywhere-wink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7932581566935158227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7932581566935158227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/milk-everywhere-wink.html' title='milk, everywhere *wink²'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Suf8c17iEsI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HicNJ-nYlPw/s72-c/28102009(002).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6827103349906162626</id><published>2009-10-28T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:25:27.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random mandom</title><content type='html'>What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;-white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three things that are physically close to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;-my lappy, broadband modem, a glass of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;-PS, I Love You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy sleeping late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weather like right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;-just nice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who tells the best jokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- my superb Abah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you dreamed about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- cant recall any at the moment :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- nope, nope *grrr mom wont let me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- absolutely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- it exist, but maybe not for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you collect anything? If so, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- memories ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- at the moment, just 20%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you reliable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- depends on my mood ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a secret admirer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- how should I noe if its a secret ? *adoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the smell of gasoline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- nope *dizziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do like to draw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;when its come out to be a good one ;p&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your room messy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- absolutely no. hate messy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like better: oranges or apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; love fruits! both pls :D&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good guesser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- depends on luck *when they exist ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you read other people's expressions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- expert *don't lie to me aha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- I cried looking at ppl yelling, fighting, can I still be a bully ? then maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- hamba Allah, a bad worker :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- 6.15, freakin late to help mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you eat for breakfast this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- an orange ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you showered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- 2 hours ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you plan on doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- shop some shawl :) for ceremony on sunday *cant wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite day of the week and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- when I'm happy 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- yup alotzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been scuba diving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- nope, dying to :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your least favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- nothing, love everything :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you have been constantly thinking about? If yes, who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- yup, secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go skydiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; never, wish I will&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What toothpaste do you use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- Colgate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy challenges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- I dun ever give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last movie you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- Gamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to know about the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- nothing, I enjoy surprise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- "u da tido ke ? good night then :) sweet dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you spoke over the phone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite school subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- bahasa, English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your least favorite school subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- math, chemistry, physic.. seems a lot! *aha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have money or love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- both pls ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your dream vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- white, beach, perfume's candle, private place :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- cats, panda *aww, so cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- anyone ? everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last sporting event you watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- urm, i dun really watch em'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to do laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- back in hometown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when vending machines steal your money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- nothing, its faith aha *malas laa na layan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever caught a butterfly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- nope, i love to see them flying free *hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your bed sheets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- at the moment, yellow :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- Alia Balqis *best buddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any obsessions right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- exercise ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like things that glow in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; not really&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite fruity scent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever sat on a roof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- never *such a bored life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a different country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- in my dreams POWN TAK PERNAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a rumor even been spread about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- ppl dun even noe me to do so *aha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like sushi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- muchoo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- naah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hold grudges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;- yes, but from +ve side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6827103349906162626?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6827103349906162626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-mandom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6827103349906162626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6827103349906162626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-mandom.html' title='random mandom'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6414217838446769007</id><published>2009-10-27T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T20:12:45.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>As all of us can see, the Facebook badge, exactly at right side of this post, is no longer there. And why ? Yup, I've deactivated my account. Once again. Just thought I have spent too much time on them, maybe, or just avoiding the old habit. Enough explanation for the Facebook things. So, I have browse this website, tv3.com.my, after long time I didn't catch up the series of gazallion tv shows, perhaps I just don't want to, spending time in front of television just killed my eyes, my brain!&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; aha &lt;/span&gt; So, I just open the website just now, to watched my fav scenes, yes, scenes not show, I just love a part of the show, the wedding scenes.&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; aha &lt;/span&gt; Don't get misunderstood, I'm absolutely not desperate to get married, just love to see beautiful and lovely dresses and &lt;i&gt;hantaran&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; maybe could give some inspiration for mine, in million years later :) &lt;/span&gt; And, I just can't stop smiling and dreaming how I'll look likes when my times arrive. &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; adoy, gila! &lt;/span&gt; Whatever, I am this kind of girl, full of dreams :) Dreams are necessary to live, aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;p/s: pls bear my gazallion of post, I no longer have FB to spent my boredom, aha :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts&lt;/font&gt;MOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6414217838446769007?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6414217838446769007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6414217838446769007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6414217838446769007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/dreams.html' title='dreams.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1961002796992993752</id><published>2009-10-27T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:21:48.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon, new MY ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SubIOuJ3fxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nxOcQrChsG8/s1600-h/new-moon-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SubIOuJ3fxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nxOcQrChsG8/s320/new-moon-poster1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397221358683258642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;"After Bella recovers from the vampire attack that almost claimed her life, she looks to celebrate her birthday with Edward and his family. However, a minor accident during the festivities results in Bella’s blood being shed, a sight that proves too intense for the Cullens, who decide to leave the town of Forks, Washington for Bella and Edward’s sake. Initially heartbroken, Bella finds a form of comfort in reckless living, as well as an even-closer friendship with Jacob Black. Danger in different forms awaits."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The new moon rises November 20, 2009 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;MOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1961002796992993752?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1961002796992993752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-moon-new-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1961002796992993752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1961002796992993752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-moon-new-my.html' title='new moon, new MY ?'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SubIOuJ3fxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/nxOcQrChsG8/s72-c/new-moon-poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6889843636485955905</id><published>2009-10-27T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:48:51.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a fool to want you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:pink;"&gt;I'm a fool to want you&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool to want you&lt;br /&gt;To want a love that can't be true&lt;br /&gt;A love that's there for others too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fool to hold you&lt;br /&gt;Such a fool to hold you&lt;br /&gt;To seek a kiss not mine alone&lt;br /&gt;To share a kiss that Devil has known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again I said I'd leave you&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again I went away&lt;br /&gt;But then would come the time when I would need you&lt;br /&gt;And once again these words I had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me back, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong, it must be wrong&lt;br /&gt;But right or wrong I can't get along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Billie Holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6889843636485955905?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6889843636485955905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-fool-to-want-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6889843636485955905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6889843636485955905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-fool-to-want-you.html' title='I&apos;m a fool to want you.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-5534755305925063580</id><published>2009-10-23T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T12:06:12.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dare to change your life :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1706 calories a day. &lt;/span&gt;you go girl! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-5534755305925063580?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/5534755305925063580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/dare-to-change-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/5534755305925063580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/5534755305925063580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/dare-to-change-your-life.html' title='dare to change your life :)'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2910882673974160220</id><published>2009-10-22T11:10:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:52:44.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;333&gt;</title><content type='html'>she was a person who loves to be alone &amp; have fewer friends in high school. It is seriously different than who she is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories that she built up with colleges was, something that couldn't be describe by words. miss you guys. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let these pictures below do the talking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_ct9uX3tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Wvq_1_vWDUU/s1600-h/pn+yas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_ct9uX3tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Wvq_1_vWDUU/s320/pn+yas+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395273560834432722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our gorgeous lect, Pn. Yasinah Abd Rahman &amp;hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Suf2-8N_YjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S8oLBvFhiQs/s1600-h/17.12.2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Suf2-8N_YjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/S8oLBvFhiQs/s320/17.12.2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397554239603958322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roommates sem 5, imygsm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_R91N_9ZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LwVHZh93S_k/s1600-h/16012009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_R91N_9ZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LwVHZh93S_k/s320/16012009(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395261738801165714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak Tia :) always hungry for advices from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_R9q7x7WI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zzfEDwDV_Bc/s1600-h/dpi09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_R9q7x7WI/AAAAAAAAAH0/zzfEDwDV_Bc/s320/dpi09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395261736040394082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gila-ness bila ngn sweety². ahaha.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_R7JmMjqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rMQiJ0WGRl4/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_R7JmMjqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rMQiJ0WGRl4/s320/friendship.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395261692731756194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaki buli Munirah semua ni. Meany! Weks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_9WkR7MDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mHgYs5Wt__4/s1600-h/J+punyer!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_9WkR7MDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mHgYs5Wt__4/s320/J+punyer!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395309442750951474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rocker's soft-ness's side, J's little friend ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_R6gOpFRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ma_g3Bvm7Dc/s1600-h/21012009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_R6gOpFRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ma_g3Bvm7Dc/s320/21012009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395261681627108626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBK's friends and roommate, Q, imy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_R6ZQd6CI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gQudE1nycZQ/s1600-h/13032009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_R6ZQd6CI/AAAAAAAAAHc/gQudE1nycZQ/s320/13032009(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395261679755716642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closer as time goes on. &lt;3 you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_PpG6DoZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bI30lBai27U/s1600-h/11022009(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_PpG6DoZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/bI30lBai27U/s320/11022009(003).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259183748850066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little friends with many experiences together, Fie &amp; Aini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_Po9CoIwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/McSWWNoI4HM/s1600-h/9418_104136959599518_100000096438994_114544_6642775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_Po9CoIwI/AAAAAAAAAHM/McSWWNoI4HM/s320/9418_104136959599518_100000096438994_114544_6642775_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259181100442370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuts but fun :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_PodUBnLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nRV1tRhasIE/s1600-h/9418_104136949599519_100000096438994_114541_8055977_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_PodUBnLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nRV1tRhasIE/s320/9418_104136949599519_100000096438994_114541_8055977_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259172583480498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss gila laa :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_PoKYCxnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6CcbiKZWFuk/s1600-h/8934_104113956268485_100000096438994_114072_6864813_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_PoKYCxnI/AAAAAAAAAG8/6CcbiKZWFuk/s320/8934_104113956268485_100000096438994_114072_6864813_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259167500060274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting stronger :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_Pn4toHjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qMnY4hD7VqQ/s1600-h/8934_104113946268486_100000096438994_114069_5111249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_Pn4toHjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qMnY4hD7VqQ/s320/8934_104113946268486_100000096438994_114069_5111249_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395259162758749746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport Day, which I attend only twice! ahaha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_aE3Ho2oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_0q3Yqkzw3U/s1600-h/DSC02585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_aE3Ho2oI/AAAAAAAAAIE/_0q3Yqkzw3U/s320/DSC02585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395270655663463042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suka oh kakak Nurul panggil kami "Ah Moon" ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_aFeonbZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TAvLHGzotAE/s1600-h/international+biz+09%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_aFeonbZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TAvLHGzotAE/s320/international+biz+09%27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395270666270764434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naughty classmates :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-2910882673974160220?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2910882673974160220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-was-person-who-loves-to-be-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2910882673974160220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2910882673974160220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-was-person-who-loves-to-be-alone.html' title='&lt;333&gt;'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St_ct9uX3tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Wvq_1_vWDUU/s72-c/pn+yas+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1706864716851483100</id><published>2009-10-22T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:56:23.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lump..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she found a lump under her jaw. after a day suffering from the new born-teeth, she realize there's 2 or more under the chin. not even waited for a minute, she ask her mom bout it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;mak suruh pergi klinik. tak nak!&lt;/span&gt; she hates doctor, medicine , hospital etc.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the little brother said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Baik pergi check, member aku doc jumpe lump camtu jugak, tau² kena cancer tulang"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ? CANCER?! no way. impossible. just forget it. maybe it just an effect of the new born baby teeth, kan kan ? grrrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1706864716851483100?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1706864716851483100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/lump.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1706864716851483100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1706864716851483100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/lump.html' title='lump..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-3818177585058116171</id><published>2009-10-22T09:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:10:15.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drugs..</title><content type='html'>Baby Baby&lt;br /&gt;When we first met, I never felt something so strong&lt;br /&gt;You were like my lover and my best friend&lt;br /&gt;All wrapped into one with a ribbon on it&lt;br /&gt;And all of a sudden you went and left&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to follow&lt;br /&gt;It's like a shock that spun me around&lt;br /&gt;And now my heart's dead&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty and hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave it to ya (to ya)&lt;br /&gt;Don't even recognize the ways you hurt me, do ya (do ya)?&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back&lt;br /&gt;And you are the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like - ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what i get for wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;Should've never let you enter my door&lt;br /&gt;Next time you wanna go on and leave&lt;br /&gt;I should just let you go on and do it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now I'm using like I bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I checked in to rehab&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;It's like I checked in to rehab&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta check in to rehab&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta check in to rehab&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, ain't it crazy when you're loveswept&lt;br /&gt;You'd do anything for the one you love&lt;br /&gt;Cause anytime that you needed me, I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Its like you were my favorite drug&lt;br /&gt;The only problem was that you was using me&lt;br /&gt;In a different way than I was using you&lt;br /&gt;But now that I know that it's not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;You gotta go, I gotta wean myself off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave it to ya (to ya)&lt;br /&gt;Don't even recognize the ways you hurt me, do ya?&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back&lt;br /&gt;And you are the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I feel like - ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the reason why I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what i get for wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;Should've never let you enter my door&lt;br /&gt;Next time you wanna go on and leave&lt;br /&gt;I should just let you go on and do it&lt;br /&gt;'Cause now I'm using like I bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I checked in to rehab&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;It's like I checked in to rehab&lt;br /&gt;And baby, you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta check in to rehab&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're my disease&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta check in to rehab&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby you're my disease &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St-9jk9nleI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ACQyr4DybNM/s1600-h/21102009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St-9jk9nleI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ACQyr4DybNM/s320/21102009(006).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395239297528337890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotcha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-3818177585058116171?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/3818177585058116171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/drugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3818177585058116171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3818177585058116171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/drugs.html' title='drugs..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St-9jk9nleI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ACQyr4DybNM/s72-c/21102009(006).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-4291772103250856296</id><published>2009-10-21T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:22:55.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehab.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she desperately need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DRUGS&lt;/SPAN&gt; right now. too painful :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random: should she love him ? *hee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;kinda like you anyway =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-4291772103250856296?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/4291772103250856296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/rehab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4291772103250856296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4291772103250856296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/rehab.html' title='Rehab.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6611452596600301540</id><published>2009-10-21T18:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:37:12.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new growing teeth :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painful! so sad :(&lt;br /&gt;her &lt;i&gt;gigi bongsu&lt;/i&gt; is growing, trying to get out from the gummy. yah²! the teeth keep pushing the gummy, so cruel. MEANY! so &lt;i&gt;sakit laa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she couldn't slept for the past two days :(&lt;br /&gt;and the result, Saggy eyebag. Watery eyes. Red nose. Messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;Crying all night like a little baby hungry for a milk :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her brother calling, she picked up the phone, with her sleepy voices &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;the paint make her laying all day on bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Baru bangun tidur ke?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak laa, gigi nak tumbuh, sakit"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, baby baru nak tumbuh gigi"&lt;br /&gt;"Weks!Why you calling?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yada yada.. we keep talking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of the new growing teeth, she could not even open her mouth too big to eat :(&lt;br /&gt;so, she cooked a porridge this early morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St7i2UDyA6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/91Cb9MIv-nc/s1600-h/21102009(004).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St7i2UDyA6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/91Cb9MIv-nc/s320/21102009(004).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394998826361815970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;33 this tho!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6611452596600301540?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6611452596600301540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-growing-teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6611452596600301540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6611452596600301540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-growing-teeth.html' title='new growing teeth :('/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St7i2UDyA6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/91Cb9MIv-nc/s72-c/21102009(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2551840660285767507</id><published>2009-10-20T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:33:17.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;33</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St1JpqlROwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/d-N31ndBLRQ/s1600-h/Cute%2BBaby%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St1JpqlROwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/d-N31ndBLRQ/s320/Cute%2BBaby%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394548908813794050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats Kakak Tia! &lt;br /&gt;she finally delivered her little baby girl yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;now, just helping her choosing the name for the new born baby :)&lt;br /&gt;so cute! &lt;br /&gt;XOXO &amp;hearts&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-2551840660285767507?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2551840660285767507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2551840660285767507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2551840660285767507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/33.html' title='&lt;33'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/St1JpqlROwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/d-N31ndBLRQ/s72-c/Cute%2BBaby%2B4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1999124234899378829</id><published>2009-10-19T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:15:56.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tearing up my heart..</title><content type='html'>falling a-part. that what she really felt right now. &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt; after taking so many roads, she still,ended up at the same red lights.&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; what a shame. &lt;/span&gt; even a single words she can't type at the moment, can't figured out a right one. &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;PMS.&lt;/span&gt; yeah, she knows she's having this unbalanced hormone this moment, but that shouldn't be the issues here. she is a big girl now, of-couse she can handle it. &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;don't you M?&lt;/span&gt; sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lying just right beside her bed, in front of her note book, sometimes replying some comments in Facebook, and sometime open backed the book PS I Love You, reading,  not even dare to climbed her bed, afraid memories of him, his smell would haunted her mind. she would only lay her body when she felt extremely sleepy.gosh. so many problems, with so many excuses. he moves on, but she ? lying like she's dying. crying like a little baby.&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;da! what are you M?&lt;/span&gt; she knows mom already suspecting her getting on something, isolating herself in her bedroom the whole day. she used to be the most cheerful one in the house. shouting, laughing, till she's labeled as Tarzan! yeah. A Tarzan who shouting "Auwwwww" to called up all his friends, animals perhaps. how different she's now. her bubbly-iesh, gone just like that. aarrggh! gotta stop this! wanna take her shower. cold her body so she can sleep as fast as she put her head on the pillow. perhaps. night. sweet dreams. LOL &amp;hearts&amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1999124234899378829?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1999124234899378829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/tearing-up-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1999124234899378829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1999124234899378829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/tearing-up-my-heart.html' title='tearing up my heart..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6358369922420997397</id><published>2009-10-19T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:54:32.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate this part..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rindu laaa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*tak suka :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6358369922420997397?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6358369922420997397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/hate-this-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6358369922420997397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6358369922420997397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/hate-this-part.html' title='hate this part..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8363856814123951951</id><published>2009-10-18T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:16:52.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>p/s: yaadein equal to memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside, she could still hear the neighborhood's filled with sound of fire works. she held the PS, I Love You story book when she wrote this. suddenly , his smell immediately struck her, an over whelming grief knotting her stomach and pulling at her heart. she used to smiled when she smelled that, now it just a welcome for her fat, salty tears. sigh. another memories, another night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yaadein, woosh away,pls..?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/8433676096808167899-8363856814123951951?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8363856814123951951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps-yaadein-equal-to-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8363856814123951951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8363856814123951951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps-yaadein-equal-to-memories.html' title='p/s: yaadein equal to memories'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1083720605592833918</id><published>2009-10-18T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:10:42.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Str2W_-0YJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5iCe8q9kAxU/s1600-h/megara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Str2W_-0YJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5iCe8q9kAxU/s320/megara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393894378722058386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there's a prize for rotten judgement. I guess I've already won that. No man is worth the aggravation. That's ancient history, been there, done that!"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Megara-Hercules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1083720605592833918?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1083720605592833918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1083720605592833918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1083720605592833918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-3.html' title='another &lt;3'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Str2W_-0YJI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5iCe8q9kAxU/s72-c/megara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8588473582855574148</id><published>2009-10-18T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:01:04.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/StrKJ_wAJWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ahJkxO2o1EE/s1600-h/18102009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/StrKJ_wAJWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ahJkxO2o1EE/s320/18102009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393845776809993570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33 em' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her first meal today ;)&lt;br /&gt;after oat conquering her stomach for the whole week.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8588473582855574148?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8588473582855574148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/yummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8588473582855574148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8588473582855574148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/yummy.html' title='yummy..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/StrKJ_wAJWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ahJkxO2o1EE/s72-c/18102009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6171303447480053106</id><published>2009-10-17T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:52:45.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Stme0t7I-WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/K54ofULjt84/s1600-h/CrystalRainBW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Stme0t7I-WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/K54ofULjt84/s320/CrystalRainBW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393516657270913378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;33 this ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6171303447480053106?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6171303447480053106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6171303447480053106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6171303447480053106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Stme0t7I-WI/AAAAAAAAAFE/K54ofULjt84/s72-c/CrystalRainBW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-4420248706463747520</id><published>2009-10-17T17:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:59:08.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzes in Facebook..</title><content type='html'>boredom, the reason she take the quizzes on FB. nothing much, just to filled the emptiness she've been bearing this past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Twilight Character are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Esme Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/StmS0wW77wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8R2Ue4s0o2Q/s1600-h/ESME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/StmS0wW77wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8R2Ue4s0o2Q/s320/ESME.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393503463784836866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are the sweetest person ever and you care about people more than you care about yourself. You love your family and try to give your best everyday. You can only be happy if the people around you are happy and you love someone very intelligent and responsible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*the only part she couldn't agreed more;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you love someone very intelligent and responsible"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that all. she admit she's not a good one. believe her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-4420248706463747520?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/4420248706463747520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/quizzes-in-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4420248706463747520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4420248706463747520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/quizzes-in-facebook.html' title='quizzes in Facebook..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/StmS0wW77wI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8R2Ue4s0o2Q/s72-c/ESME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1977399143122023268</id><published>2009-10-17T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:39:43.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little MY learning...</title><content type='html'>she think now she have learned on how to say 'NO' ;)&lt;br /&gt;see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Muni, nak makan apa tengahari ni?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak nak "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muni, jom ikut mak pergi open house ea ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak nak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;more,,&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Muni, mak masak nasi sikit, makan ea ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tak nak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muni, jom pergi shopping"&lt;br /&gt;"TAK NAKKK"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see see, good ah ? aha. but maybe she should do it in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;*at least she tried, aite ? ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1977399143122023268?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1977399143122023268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-my-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1977399143122023268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1977399143122023268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-my-learning.html' title='little MY learning...'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-9004865789860575602</id><published>2009-10-17T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:03:02.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..self reflection,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another disappointment. sigh. she realize, again, how bad is her English. grrrrr. maybe because of her dictionary no longer on the table! yeah right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*grab it cepat²*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe she run out of books! yup²! thats tho! she read all the books at home and now the stories bored her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*goin out next week, MPH is the destination!crossfinger! no more clothes pls M.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diet! okay². Eid is finished, so no more excuses for extra food okay M?! sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*yeah², she is gaining her weight again. adui ;(*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing MPH OU ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*wait for her okay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-9004865789860575602?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/9004865789860575602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/self-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/9004865789860575602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/9004865789860575602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/self-reflection.html' title='..self reflection,'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-9145403742157577613</id><published>2009-10-16T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:31:24.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....can't wait ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/StiQGokEYcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9_PuIzknksI/s1600-h/The-Princess-and-the-Frog-disney-4917569-375-445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/StiQGokEYcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9_PuIzknksI/s320/The-Princess-and-the-Frog-disney-4917569-375-445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393218997418484162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A prince named Naveen from the land of Maldonia is transformed into a frog by the evil scheming voodoo magician Dr. Facilier. The frog prince mistakes a girl named Tiana for a princess and has her kiss him to break the spell. However, the kiss doesn't break the spell, but instead turns Tiana into a frog as well. Together, the two of them must reach the good voodoo priestess of the Bayou, Mama Odie, while befriending a trumpet-playing alligator and a hopelessly romantic firefly along the way."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coming this Holiday 2009 ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-9145403742157577613?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/9145403742157577613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/9145403742157577613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/9145403742157577613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-wait.html' title='....can&apos;t wait ;)'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/StiQGokEYcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9_PuIzknksI/s72-c/The-Princess-and-the-Frog-disney-4917569-375-445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-3488914295141563889</id><published>2009-10-16T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:56:00.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karma ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It bears happiness and sadness. Still, it remains silent. No one has yet learned, what life is saying.Sometimes like your own, sometimes like a stranger, sometimes like tears, sometimes like laughter. Sometimes like a river, sometimes like thirst is how it seems. It is the soft sound of silence. This life is God's blessing. No one has touched and seen it. It is the fragrance of experience, it is a scented wind. Speak with your heart, listen to your heart. Choose a soulmate from the heart. The world may say anything, let go of the world's thought. Adorning them on your eyelashes, foster sparkling dreams."-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;I&gt;MANN.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-3488914295141563889?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/3488914295141563889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/karma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3488914295141563889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3488914295141563889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/karma.html' title='karma ..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8538888093239542426</id><published>2009-10-16T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T12:49:34.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no longer remember me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God, &lt;br /&gt;let love not trouble anyone like this&lt;br /&gt;the talk of the heart remains in the heart&lt;br /&gt;let it not come on the lips&lt;br /&gt;let it not come&lt;br /&gt;u not remember me&lt;br /&gt;what should i tell anyone now&lt;br /&gt;my heart cried and my eyes are filled&lt;br /&gt;what should i tell anyone now&lt;br /&gt;i gave u all happiness&lt;br /&gt;i gave u the smile on ur lips&lt;br /&gt;the brush of the hair is waving&lt;br /&gt;it brings news of faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;u have kept the love truly&lt;br /&gt;the moon in my home and pedestals&lt;br /&gt;will come in&lt;br /&gt;this empty shawl of yours&lt;br /&gt;he will fill&lt;br /&gt;he made ur womb full&lt;br /&gt;o darling ....&lt;br /&gt;this was a mistake i made&lt;br /&gt;i never said anything to u&lt;br /&gt;if u had accepted&lt;br /&gt;then u would never have gone away from me&lt;br /&gt;no one will understand the pain of others"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;Movie : Kuchh Kuchh Hota Hain &lt;br /&gt;Song : Tujhe Yaad Na Meri .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8538888093239542426?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8538888093239542426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-longer-remember-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8538888093239542426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8538888093239542426'/><link 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that was the last time we talked, ever.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7173908415704702545?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7173908415704702545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7173908415704702545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7173908415704702545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='&quot;....&quot;'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8582789973835092141</id><published>2009-10-14T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:20:42.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her life in a song lyrics..</title><content type='html'>maybe the distance between M and another M = Music is none, zero, yes! Sifar kata orang Melayu. and maybe thats why she felt like her life is filled with background music, a soundtrack perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL Tower was in front of her, and the songs played from the radio was "Tak Mungkin Kerana Sayang"! WTF. But its truth. She is over him. Seriously, yeah she admit sometimes he did come cross her mind, just for millisecond but it was her memories, nothing can erased em', isn't it ? Anyways, who cares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8582789973835092141?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8582789973835092141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/her-life-in-song-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8582789973835092141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8582789973835092141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/her-life-in-song-lyrics.html' title='her life in a song lyrics..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8473246454760960081</id><published>2009-10-14T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:13:33.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..zzzz..wake up pls M!</title><content type='html'>determination. its not as simple as she thought it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats, killing her softly. seeing nothing much changed after all that happened. sigh. hoping those four words never ever comes to her heart in nearest time with wrong person, sometimes even a pray couldn't save her. those words is everywhere. yeah yeah. she realise that. the matter here is the old four words, keep haunting. and like always, let her down, again.&lt;br /&gt;so, deleted Him from the friend list hopefully the most wise, intelligent thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the behavior of afraid to say 'NO' is another big problem. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;why does she so weak, felt like she wanna "ketuk-ketuk" herself with the golf set, one by one, then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she WILL wake up. grrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8473246454760960081?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8473246454760960081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/zzzzwake-up-pls-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"me and my heart we got issues, don't know if I should hate you or miss you, I keep building walls around my hearts, but then I see you, it all falls apart"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Saturdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both;'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7877676318496399936?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7877676318496399936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7877676318496399936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7877676318496399936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/issues.html' title='... issues'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7503435212455147364</id><published>2009-10-03T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:32:00.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>definitely, maybe..</title><content type='html'>maybe &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;just like him. seems like a mirror she think. yeah, looked totally duplicate to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;what you waiting for ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave,&lt;br /&gt;and definitely &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7503435212455147364?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7503435212455147364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/definitely-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7503435212455147364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7503435212455147364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/definitely-maybe.html' title='definitely, maybe..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2356981829264968291</id><published>2009-10-02T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:59:47.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SsW_IMNOoXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CsBlJM02VhI/s1600-h/136655059_a29c699fd0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SsW_IMNOoXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CsBlJM02VhI/s320/136655059_a29c699fd0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387922676655235442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;she had to do it,....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;too&lt;/strong&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/8433676096808167899-2356981829264968291?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2356981829264968291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/aha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2356981829264968291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2356981829264968291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/aha.html' title='aha.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SsW_IMNOoXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CsBlJM02VhI/s72-c/136655059_a29c699fd0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2396757994877302673</id><published>2009-10-01T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:43:55.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>endless love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SsSHyYgMljI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tM_ERJcj84o/s1600-h/kupercaya-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SsSHyYgMljI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tM_ERJcj84o/s320/kupercaya-copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387580353882658354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently, Siti Nurhaliza's song, Ku Percaya Ada Cinta keep being played in the music player. Start - end - then started again. Yeah, when &lt;i&gt;love, sarang, chua&lt;/i&gt; comes to the heart, nothing will stop her from keep &lt;i&gt;lovin it, saranghe&lt;/i&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when the older sister saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Don't U get bored listening to the same song?"&lt;br /&gt;"Urm, nope?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the Almighty. That all she needed now. Peaceful comes easily when she with Him. &lt;br /&gt;Please, let her fall in love again. And this time, with You. And make this last forever. InsyaAllah ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-2396757994877302673?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2396757994877302673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/endless-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2396757994877302673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2396757994877302673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/10/endless-love.html' title='endless love...'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SsSHyYgMljI/AAAAAAAAAEc/tM_ERJcj84o/s72-c/kupercaya-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7367072522431515773</id><published>2009-09-28T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:23:40.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wounds..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;They are asking. The people who are asking me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; but what should I tell them how my heart got these stains. How can I explain it to them how many marks are there on my body and on my head, when those who could have kept me close didn’t, why should anyone else? She used to be among her own people, now she is among strangers. Who here will listen though, so why should I say about what my heart feels. You throw stones at me. I am already injured. The amounts of wounds on my heart, forget it, how can I make you count them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7367072522431515773?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7367072522431515773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/09/wounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7367072522431515773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7367072522431515773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/09/wounds.html' title='wounds..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7739358049681023547</id><published>2009-09-02T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:11:28.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it’s better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together."-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes. I am hurting myself for being so-so stubborn to putting it back ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both;'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*Munirah will be away for a while, or maybe a long-long time. Need time to putting back herself, a new Munirah, because she ruined the old one, she make herself shame to be alive. Bye-bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7739358049681023547?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7739358049681023547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/09/away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7739358049681023547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7739358049681023547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/09/away.html' title='away..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8116019319916090475</id><published>2009-09-02T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:35:15.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry a lil more..</title><content type='html'>only because of my childish, 'not really meant it' word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You the  worst on the list..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as return of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You think you the only one who deserve sweet words, I tell the same thing to all my gf..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those heart breaking words comes out from you. Without even millisecond you think of my feeling. If you still can remember, I'm just an ordinary girl, I got a feeling for God sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*yes, all my friends knew me as a though, strong Munirah Yusoff, a girl that more matured than her friend, someone who always courage them to forget those useless men when they heart been tore by them. Yes, in their eyes Munirah Yusoff is like that. But the other  side of me? No one knows. They never know. Even this blog wont see it. I always said things that opposite, againt what really I felt. I never cry if anyone beside me. Thats explain those &lt;i&gt;though, strong&lt;/i&gt; of ppl impression of Munirah Yusoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because of those words, I've been babbling by my mom just because I don't even ate any of dished that I cooked for breaking fast.*sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*should I said to my mom that "Mak, bukan muni tak nak makan, tapi I just been scold and I really shock, sad, until I lost my appetite. Should I said that so she stop babbling? Grrr. Sometimes I just wanna shut up my mouth, don't wanna say anything, and really hoping ppl will do the same and stop asking me anything*gosh, can't you see I'm not in mood ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pls, don't get wrong why i writing this post, it far away to make you look like a bad one, I know you are good, nice person KK, and you always be. You just like me, don't even meant what you used to said to me, it's okay. Don't need to say sorry. I know I'm a bad girl. I don't deserve anything. Tengs for make me realize who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8116019319916090475?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8116019319916090475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-lil-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8116019319916090475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8116019319916090475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-lil-more.html' title='cry a lil more..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-5917517168399894337</id><published>2009-09-02T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:16:30.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dikau Hadir Bagai Selembut Sutera&lt;br /&gt;Terpesona Dalam Diam ku Terlena&lt;br /&gt;Membuai Impian Cinta Kita&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga ku Tenggelam&lt;br /&gt;Dalam Arus Yang Menyeksakan&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasih, Tidak Pernah ku Meminta&lt;br /&gt;Selain Cinta dan Kejujuran Hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Cinta Dalam Meniti Usia&lt;br /&gt;Punah Semua Saat Yang Bahagia&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Di Mana Kelembutan Yang Ada Dulu Kasih&lt;br /&gt;Merana Dalam Senyuman ku Meratap Sedih&lt;br /&gt;Selendang Sutera Yang Menjadi Saksinya&lt;br /&gt;Kisah Cinta Yang Tertulis Kini Telah Berakhir"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-5917517168399894337?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/5917517168399894337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/09/dikau-hadir-bagai-selembut-sutera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/5917517168399894337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/5917517168399894337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/09/dikau-hadir-bagai-selembut-sutera.html' title=''/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2777993542312328913</id><published>2009-08-27T12:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:13:52.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>apologies</title><content type='html'>It's Ramadhan, and for sure a full activities for the whole day. But, I love it since I had no free time at all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday its kinda windy and wet. It's raining and it's remind me of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most remembered thing he said to me, which is so-so wrong and still haunted me till now, is all post that I wrote relating to him is to make he looked like a bad man who broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And it is totally wrong. I just wanna let him sees what beneath me, inside my heart because if I was in front of him, no words will come out from my mouth truthfully. Not that I'm a liar, but thats who I am. It's hard. So, this post is wrote to asked an apologies from him. I'm sorry if my writing hurting you. I admire you, actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughtful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early in the morning, and I was feeling so sick that day.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's a call on my phone, from HIM, KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;"Hye, I think I'm sick"&lt;br /&gt;"You nak I bawakkan ubat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, thank, but no thanks, eating medicine is just not me"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I see you at class?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, bye"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responsible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell KK that he was an irresponsible person. But I guess I was mad at him that time thats why I said that*&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;I told you I never said anything truthfully, it always changed when they come out from my mouth, grrrh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago I talked with someone who knew him, and there was a story that have opened my eyes about the real him. I'm sorry I said that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caring.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many occasion thats shows how concern he is with others. He is caring ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Religious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We was buying &lt;i&gt;pisang goreng&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; that request by roommates and classmates *he keep complaining how oily was the&lt;i&gt; pisang goreng&lt;/i&gt;, an healthy person, lurf that side of him ;&lt;/span&gt; in front of a mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"You tak nak solat dulu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nanti sampai my room I solat ea ?&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt; solat je lah now Munirah! ;p I am pemalas ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Educated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I just got 4 for my MUET, so it is obviously that my English is a big no-no ;(&lt;br /&gt;But since I knew him, he never tired to correct every single mistake that I made while talking to him&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*it was funny recall my stupidity that time ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tengs KK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;p/s: I still here, as I promised, &lt;i&gt;kawan setia&lt;/i&gt; you, forever. I hope my apology is accepted ;)&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/8433676096808167899-2777993542312328913?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2777993542312328913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2777993542312328913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2777993542312328913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/apologies.html' title='apologies'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8808322261566097624</id><published>2009-08-20T12:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:27:00.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night ;)</title><content type='html'>Tuesday night will never be the same if I didn't get to watch my fav series of this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SozaJZ-hWQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BZgIhF37__Y/s1600-h/cute-blake-and-leighton-picture_521x767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SozaJZ-hWQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BZgIhF37__Y/s320/cute-blake-and-leighton-picture_521x767.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371908310672955650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SozaI5QQj-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/klJKQ0j8Mbo/s1600-h/Cupid-cast-726431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SozaI5QQj-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/klJKQ0j8Mbo/s320/Cupid-cast-726431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371908301888983010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&gt; em'!&lt;br /&gt;they made my day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;MOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8808322261566097624?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8808322261566097624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-night-will-never-be-same-if-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8808322261566097624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8808322261566097624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-night-will-never-be-same-if-i.html' title='Girls Night ;)'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SozaJZ-hWQI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BZgIhF37__Y/s72-c/cute-blake-and-leighton-picture_521x767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-3349749480321542804</id><published>2009-08-20T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:07:50.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AI - Artificial Intelligence</title><content type='html'>I was in bad mood this few days. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps just because of the &lt;I&gt;PMS&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My mom accidently splash a hot water on my hand, and I cried like a lil girl.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't hurt at all as I'm already used to hot water, cut my finger, so I just decided that I just being too emotional these past few days&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*and I hate it,such a childish of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even ate nothing the whole day. And cried in every second. I just don't know what into me right now. I hate when it become like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now, I watched AI - Artificial Intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sowu4D9FvsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ROkxnoL1uek/s1600-h/ai_artificial_intelligence_ver5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sowu4D9FvsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ROkxnoL1uek/s320/ai_artificial_intelligence_ver5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371719996215246530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;David is 11 years old.&lt;br /&gt;He weighs 60 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;He is 4 feet, 6 inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;He has brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;His love is real.&lt;br /&gt;But he is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, a young robotic boy, is the first android ever programmed to feel human emotion. As an experiment, he is used as a substitute for a couple who have had their terminally ill son, Martin, cryogenically frozen. When Martin is unexpectedly able to return home, it sparks jealousy between the two boys over their mother's love. Helped by another android, David begins his quest to find someone who can help him become 'a real boy' just like Martin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is on air back in 8 years ago. But I didn't watched it as ppl keep saying it was a sad story, which I hate sad story, I love fairy tales, so I end up not watching them.&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, seem I can't sleep and the movies is on the air, so I just watched them. Like ppl said, it is SAD. Kind of regret watching but at the same time glad that I found few thing in the movie. Endless love. No matter what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : But I still mad with Steven for making such a heart breaking story yet full of love. I still love u Steven ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-3349749480321542804?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/3349749480321542804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/ai-artificial-intelligence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3349749480321542804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3349749480321542804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/ai-artificial-intelligence.html' title='AI - Artificial Intelligence'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sowu4D9FvsI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ROkxnoL1uek/s72-c/ai_artificial_intelligence_ver5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-3579984234555323758</id><published>2009-08-19T11:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:06:21.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil home..</title><content type='html'>Okay, my house currently under construction, nothing big just to change and touch up lil bit the paint since its already looked dull.&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*seriously nothing to do with becoming Eid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I upload few picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sot4kjS9o9I/AAAAAAAAADs/CdocKIEzGeg/s1600-h/19082009%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sot4kjS9o9I/AAAAAAAAADs/CdocKIEzGeg/s320/19082009%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371519549914850258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; the main wall colored with light orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sot4kJ67pzI/AAAAAAAAADk/kSJOAycNJKE/s1600-h/19082009(001)%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sot4kJ67pzI/AAAAAAAAADk/kSJOAycNJKE/s320/19082009(001)%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371519543103170354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else with some sort of cream kot, aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;MOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-3579984234555323758?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/3579984234555323758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/lil-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3579984234555323758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3579984234555323758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/lil-home.html' title='lil home..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Sot4kjS9o9I/AAAAAAAAADs/CdocKIEzGeg/s72-c/19082009%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-4138433056919635154</id><published>2009-08-18T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:28:56.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak, shoes, can't wait to shop ;p</title><content type='html'>currently, the view in my room :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SopqsLnuFoI/AAAAAAAAADU/EQwvGO-3SHk/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SopqsLnuFoI/AAAAAAAAADU/EQwvGO-3SHk/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371222812858914434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SopxOMPYvRI/AAAAAAAAADc/RWsdLRNU1Yw/s1600-h/18082009(016)%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SopxOMPYvRI/AAAAAAAAADc/RWsdLRNU1Yw/s320/18082009(016)%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371229994210606354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;look all over the magazine for Eid idea ;p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you scream, I scream, we all scream for shopping! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;MOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-4138433056919635154?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/4138433056919635154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/eid-mubarak-shoes-cant-wait-to-shop-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4138433056919635154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4138433056919635154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/eid-mubarak-shoes-cant-wait-to-shop-p.html' title='Eid Mubarak, shoes, can&apos;t wait to shop ;p'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SopqsLnuFoI/AAAAAAAAADU/EQwvGO-3SHk/s72-c/IMG_0610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-706471201046027127</id><published>2009-08-18T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:40:43.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Soo-QYQobpI/AAAAAAAAADM/QWI-DMA4UWw/s1600-h/charles.schulz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Soo-QYQobpI/AAAAAAAAADM/QWI-DMA4UWw/s320/charles.schulz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371173956703776402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I’ve discovered the secret of life – you just hang around until you get used to it."-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Charles Schulz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;MOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-706471201046027127?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/706471201046027127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/706471201046027127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/706471201046027127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='life..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Soo-QYQobpI/AAAAAAAAADM/QWI-DMA4UWw/s72-c/charles.schulz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1418000262903209741</id><published>2009-08-15T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:07:13.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>criticizing is easy, art is difficult.</title><content type='html'>If someone hurt you, don't start making bad statement bout them, and stop wondering,the only thing you should do is look deep into yourself. The answer lies there, the reason why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you find that answer, understand it with all of your heart. Means every single thing you said, don't just easily say it to make yourself comfort or others guilty. Be a meaningfull, usefull man on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life is just too short to be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if somehow, you found out, you never hurt anything in your life, then maybe it's a test from God, which given to you to make u a stronger and thougher man. And be patient wif those tests, &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;what's so hard 2 be 1 ?&lt;/span&gt; Ask your mom how she survive taking care of you, how patient with every single weird request you've made. Mother, is the most patient, thoughfull man on earth. So, learnt to respect and understanding ppl around you, not wish they change and comfort you, but you the one who should change. Stop complaining, coz you don't deserve it. Ask ppl in war country, then you know what all this life is really about. Lastly, THINK and try to be thoughfull. InsyaAllah, you'll be a free man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : this is only a reminder for my ownself, far away to offen others. Tq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1418000262903209741?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1418000262903209741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/criticizing-is-easy-art-is-difficult.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1418000262903209741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1418000262903209741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/criticizing-is-easy-art-is-difficult.html' title='criticizing is easy, art is difficult.'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-6471821977113318131</id><published>2009-08-15T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:28:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying ?</title><content type='html'>Like I said before, my PMS that I think just at the corner,&lt;br /&gt;make me some kind of weird, I mean my behaviour, my monologue,&lt;br /&gt;seriously they killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the conversation that keep haunted my mind yesterday was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Am I annoying ?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have no idea, why and how, that come hit my monologue yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;but this conversation in my mind, make me cepat² grap my phone, and typing this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sorry disturb u at this time.&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask u something ?&lt;br /&gt;Am I annoying ?&lt;br /&gt;When I speaking in my msg, is that annoyed u ? Or any other behaviour of me that u found annoyed u ? Including dis msg, maybe ?&lt;br /&gt;*pls reply this with truthfully sincere. Appreciate that so much . Tq. Munirah Yusoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sent em' to my closest ones, which I think really know me, and have a right answer for the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feedback :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"nope n tak pernah. &lt;br /&gt;im always feel comfortble when i speak or chat wif u dear.&lt;br /&gt;there r notin' to be annoyed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Oke. .ni dr hty k. .spanjang knal u. .xpnh r lg rasa xsuke. .em sgt oke and have sPirit ble b0rak ngn u. .even sPeaking or neither. . And rasa diri ni h0t sgt ble b0rak ngn u. .lg 1 md0r0ng i tUk sPeaking. .suke. .u fwen yg byk enc0urage . 0ne m0re ting. .u sk btrus trg. . I ske c0z ley impR0ve nant. ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Sori, lmbt bls.. Aku dah tdo dpn laptop kot mse ko anta msg ni.. Pas2 xpasan dah bukak msg ko.. Sowi.&lt;br /&gt;Sape kate ko annoying nih? Meh sini name org 2, biar aku mandrem kan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku suke je dgr sore ko dlm phone aku.. Manje je.. X pnh gase t'ganggu ngan sore ko.. N kkadang gase ade org mseh syg aku ble dgr sore ko.. N cre ko b'ckp mcm ko baik n t.care gle ngan org 2..&lt;br /&gt;Xyah pk sngt pasal org yg ngutk 2, sbb diorg lbh krg je..&lt;br /&gt;Pape pn aku syg ko.. ;-)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I relied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;Tengs for u thoughfull point of view. Pls be free 2 complaine me, because hurting others is last thing I wanna do ;)&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight babe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also,  felt relief sangat. Okay. Now mahu tido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-6471821977113318131?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/6471821977113318131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6471821977113318131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/6471821977113318131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/annoying.html' title='annoying ?'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-9093951969049204536</id><published>2009-08-15T19:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:41:16.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, &lt;br /&gt;I think I really going to have my PMS, &lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;maybe recent post will be quite offended,&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, it got nothing to do with any other creature, ecxcept,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;myself,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; alien named as &lt;i&gt;Munirah Yusoff.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : believe me, &lt;i&gt;offend&lt;/i&gt; others was the last thing I wanna do. Tq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*Iron Wine, Twilight Soundtrack,it gave me this kind           of peace in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-9093951969049204536?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/9093951969049204536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-i-think-i-really-going-to-have-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/9093951969049204536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/9093951969049204536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-i-think-i-really-going-to-have-my.html' title=''/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-3266240995744900403</id><published>2009-08-14T21:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:19:26.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishes, do they comes true ?</title><content type='html'>Mine ? Always did. Never let me left behind. Falling apart. Before anything let me down, there will always be, seriously, someone, or something, that will catch me from behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evident ?&lt;br /&gt;I was writing a blog at what ? 3 pm today, of how much I missed my little nephew back at Ampang, and guess what ?! My brother decided to let them stay with me and mom as now the virus is spreading at their house and maybe infected my brother. What you called that?! What a lucky person I am! And, I always think I'm the most pathetic ppl in the world.&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*gosh Munirah, you are pathetic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More ?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I break up, theres always be other guy comes and made my day. Even my ex&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*most of them still my friend ;)&lt;/span&gt; always being there supporting ;) &lt;br /&gt;And the only reason I sound sad in my olders post, is only, I wanted an attention ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all ?&lt;br /&gt;no, there's &lt;i&gt;gazzillion&lt;/i&gt; of it!&lt;br /&gt;And for all my wishes that always comes true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alhamdulillah,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you Allah ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-3266240995744900403?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/3266240995744900403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/wishes-do-they-comes-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3266240995744900403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/3266240995744900403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/wishes-do-they-comes-true.html' title='wishes, do they comes true ?'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-8097091919736986359</id><published>2009-08-14T16:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T18:56:30.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siput ² ...</title><content type='html'>this one, from my sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i341.photobucket.com/albums/o366/anhanh_2008/white%20and%20black/B23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 271px;" src="http://i341.photobucket.com/albums/o366/anhanh_2008/white%20and%20black/B23.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;I&gt;kenapa siput babi jalan lambat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/I&gt; sebab, dia berjalan sambil berfikir, aku ni siput ke babi ? LOL!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Laughing can cure everything, at least while it last ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts &lt;/font color&gt;MOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-8097091919736986359?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/8097091919736986359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/siput.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8097091919736986359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/8097091919736986359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/siput.html' title='siput ² ...'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i341.photobucket.com/albums/o366/anhanh_2008/white%20and%20black/th_B23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7027501786729691456</id><published>2009-08-14T14:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:49:04.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yada yada ..</title><content type='html'>Grrrrhh. Ini sangat cruel okay ?&lt;br /&gt;I just hanging those clothes, which is so-so many, then raining starting, so I just picked them up, and now, it's sunny back! So mean! ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;H1N1.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now its everywhere and my sister-in-law is infected.&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*sigh. &lt;/span&gt;So, it also means, we, I mean my mom and sister, is prohibited to go back to Ampang. Not a good news, tho. I'm really gonna miss the silliness back at Ampang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SoUUez89EvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QA2v-40OpqI/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SoUUez89EvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QA2v-40OpqI/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369720650283684594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Imygsdm! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, we'll lepak-ing at Ampang, play around like crazy, then layan movies at Star Movie sampai lebam! About 4 in the morning, baru head back to Gombak. Oh oh, I'm started to cry now, so tamo cerita da ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called this morning while I busy with homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;From her voice, I already can detected sadness&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*ini mesti  tak ngam dengan member&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Okay ke study ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Urm, study okay je, tp..."&lt;br /&gt;"Asal? Member kau buat hal ? Si Umi gedik 2 kan ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aah oh. Dia tu asyik nak moody je"&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, kau pergi kat dia, ckp &lt;u&gt;asal kau ngade-ngade sangat ?&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"Urm.."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay lah, tak siap lagi kemas dapur, talk later okay ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, kirim salam kat semua"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, bye"&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I realise,&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*monologue&lt;/span&gt; OMG, that was so-so unwise of me. Text my sister cepat², &lt;i&gt;eh², jangan cakap cmtu kat dia,sabar je lah okay ? Maybe Allah nak uji, or maybe, we used to did the same to others, so He want us to feel it so we start to appreciate others. Okay sys ?&lt;/i&gt; I text her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just saw this beg, and I'm dying for it. Mahu²! Yellow is so-so me right now ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SoUeek7pEAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nHRFmj-0FgU/s1600-h/061109_handbags_bloyal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SoUeek7pEAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nHRFmj-0FgU/s320/061109_handbags_bloyal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369731641367924738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts&lt;/font color&gt; MOON&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7027501786729691456?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7027501786729691456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/grrrrhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7027501786729691456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7027501786729691456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/grrrrhh.html' title='yada yada ..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/SoUUez89EvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/QA2v-40OpqI/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-4086549932915917659</id><published>2009-08-14T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:48:15.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alia Balqis Md Fuaat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*Balqis, this is last post about him. Crossfinger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this one seriously make me cry.&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*Don't worry, this tears is far away for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;"Fahamilah...&lt;br /&gt;biar pun pernah terluka,dilukai,melukai,atau yg ape-ape yg seangkatan dengan perkataan luka...&lt;br /&gt;cubelah untuk kuat pada masa hadapan&lt;br /&gt;"A person should appreciate life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerana terlalu mempercayaimu &lt;br /&gt;Kau istimewa dalam hidup ku &lt;br /&gt;Kerna terlalu menghormati &lt;br /&gt;Terkeliru pandangan mata hati &lt;br /&gt;Kerana terlalu mengasihi &lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya terluka aku sendiri &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sangkakan mengenalimu &lt;br /&gt;Aku kenali hati budimu &lt;br /&gt;Aku meyakini engkau luhur &lt;br /&gt;Menyayangiku dengan jujur &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiranya bagimu itu semua &lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu lakonan, lakonan biasa &lt;br /&gt;Tiada sedikit pun aku sedari &lt;br /&gt;Dipersendakan oh selama ini &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sangkakan yang ku gila &lt;br /&gt;Permata tulen yang berharga &lt;br /&gt;Penilaian ku oh ternyata silap &lt;br /&gt;Kau rupanya kaca tak berharga &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau rupanya kaca tak berharga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting a brighter day for tomorrow..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'You are more worth it than his love'&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(ayat ni di amik dari filem kore 'seducing mr. perfect)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post, is from my superb friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alia Balqis Md Fuaat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also from her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;"Note itu dikirimkan dengan satu harapan agar You kuatkan semangat supaya melupakan mamat ***** &lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;sorry cannot spell it, he's probably reading this,but, seriously LOL!&lt;/span&gt; yang ***** tu. Terima kasih."&lt;br /&gt;"It's hurt me so bad bile You asyik sedih pikirkan orang yang ***** tu."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*lurf u sampai mati okay Balqis!Crossfinger!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&amp;hearts&lt;/font color&gt; MOON&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*yeah, I found my heart back ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-4086549932915917659?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/4086549932915917659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/alia-balqis-md-fuaat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4086549932915917659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4086549932915917659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/alia-balqis-md-fuaat.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:180%;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alia Balqis Md Fuaat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-2083888828410992635</id><published>2009-08-13T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:42:16.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what hurts the most..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt; Nothing hurts more than realizing he meant everything to you,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you, meant nothing to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-2083888828410992635?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/2083888828410992635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-hurts-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2083888828410992635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/2083888828410992635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-hurts-most.html' title='what hurts the most..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-7450067391352254982</id><published>2009-08-13T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:33:11.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ironic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq302/moonbalqis/old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 341px;" src="http://i458.photobucket.com/albums/qq302/moonbalqis/old.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn’t it &lt;I&gt;ironic ?&lt;/I&gt; We ignore who adore us, adore who ignore us, and hurt who love us."-&lt;/span&gt;."-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kayla mariee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both;'&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-7450067391352254982?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/7450067391352254982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/ironic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7450067391352254982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/7450067391352254982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/ironic.html' title='ironic..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-1528230862526332428</id><published>2009-08-13T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:05:26.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>universe luuufff me..</title><content type='html'>okay, next!&lt;br /&gt;haha, yeah, another post. gila boredom, so just bare it.&lt;br /&gt;or else, just don't read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;*gosh, anyone know how to stop my blog updated to my FB?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, this morning, I want to sweep the floor, so like usual, turn on radio, guess what ? Bad Day by Daniel Powter was on the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%"&gt;*oh, universe just know what's on my mind, is it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, seperti orang gila,&lt;span style="font-size:50%"&gt;*act, I am crazy,&lt;/span&gt; senyum sorang-sorang, look upwards, monologue,to sky,&lt;span style="font-size:50%"&gt;*I told you I'm crazy&lt;/span&gt; you guys just luuufffs me right ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-1528230862526332428?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/1528230862526332428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/universe-luuufff-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1528230862526332428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/1528230862526332428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/universe-luuufff-me.html' title='universe luuufff me..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8433676096808167899.post-4168404832356082741</id><published>2009-08-13T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:18:29.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free time, woosh away..</title><content type='html'>OMG! &lt;br /&gt;why is no one,&lt;br /&gt;I really meant it,&lt;br /&gt;replying the message for god sake ?&lt;br /&gt;free time is so-so not good. You know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, back to laptop, reading few post from friends, bila tak faham, cepat2 capai dictionary and find out the meaning. And angguk sorang-sorang, realizing, "itu pun tak tahu Munirah?" Apa nak jadi, learning English since you born, and still, cannot master them ? grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, someone replying, but acting like crazy ppl. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;u, last thing I should layan okay ? Huh!&lt;br /&gt;now, i wondering, where is Cik Siti Hajarina.&lt;br /&gt;sila on9, pls!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting bored here, and again,&lt;br /&gt;it's so-so not good. Adui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: still Te Amo filled my ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8433676096808167899-4168404832356082741?l=moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/feeds/4168404832356082741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-time-woosh-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4168404832356082741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8433676096808167899/posts/default/4168404832356082741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonchentabalqis.blogspot.com/2009/08/free-time-woosh-away.html' title='free time, woosh away..'/><author><name>moon balqis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01289674824921044102</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xfTkeSqYi0U/Swd6Id25GsI/AAAAAAAAALM/NdbRqs8jTBA/S220/31102009(017).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
