<?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-6707749</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:46:56.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LyF lYk Diz</title><subtitle type='html'>Na</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-109689454946047361</id><published>2004-10-04T05:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T05:55:49.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well.... i decided to make a comeback into dis bloogy world... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;actually i'm reallly bored at home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's no one that i can turn to since the day my father is gone.... but not dead okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's no words that i can express by telling him how i really and badly wants him to be back into my arms... only time can tell.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-109689454946047361?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/109689454946047361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/109689454946047361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/109689431459737818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109689431459737818' title='I&apos;m Backkk'/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-109689431431586983</id><published>2004-10-04T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T05:51:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Backkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-109689431431586983?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/109689431431586983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/109689431431586983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109689431431586983' title='I&apos;m Backkk'/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108714234861371007</id><published>2004-06-13T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T08:59:08.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zul is goin for his reservis on the 14 to 19 June... this is the first time we will be apart for a couple of days... It seems odd that i feel so upset about it... Really upset.... &lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realised that i cant live without him, his nonsense...&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him badly... The whole day today was a quiet one... i felt like crying everytime i realise that he is goin tom morning... &lt;br /&gt;Then again i realise that i have mistreating him all this while... i took advantage of him... i never treated him well...&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe this short seperation woke me up and made me realise how good he is to me and that i should be blessed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss you so much even though its only for five days or so.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108714234861371007?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108714234861371007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108714234861371007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108714234861371007' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108685814342364930</id><published>2004-06-10T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T02:02:23.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/D/dwiazlya/1086768368_bday1.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/D/dwiazlya/1086772357_bday4.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/D/dwiazlya/1086773362_bday3.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/D/dwiazlya/1086769520_stuffbday2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108685814342364930?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108685814342364930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108685814342364930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108685814342364930' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108685751908333193</id><published>2004-06-10T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T01:51:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if you were to read this entry...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its our 3 years 6 mths anniversary today!!!&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe that we are still together till now... the first time we met, its not the so called love at first sight... we met on 10.12.2001 at ecp  , at that time,"the parabenians" were having a ton over... Wandi was the one whom invited you over..... couple of my frens were eyeing at you but i didnt bother to even look at your face... the day after, i received a call, and there you are on the other line... i was quite surprised... we started our conversations and next i know on hari raya puasa we met again... this time with arrangements..... we went out together with a bunch of your frens and my frens.... have a great time together... &lt;br /&gt;after the second meet-ups, you then finally ask the qns....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all this years, i must have lied if i didnt say i never cheated on you, never look at other guys, never curse you behind ur back.... the truth is, I DID.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have endure so much misery during these past few years and i'm glad that you accompany me along the way, holding me strong and neva make me fall...  i truly feel honoured to have you  beside me from day one till now.... &lt;br /&gt;even though i would always rant at your smallest mistakes, hang up the phone whenever and wherever i feel like to, bite and hit you whenever i feel like it or when i'm angry, slap u on the face whenever u didnt pay attn to me.... but still at the end of the day, you will say... i love you.... &lt;br /&gt;thanks for ur tolerance and for being beside me all this while...&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ur encouragements and support.......&lt;br /&gt;lastly thanks for the love that u'v given me......&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108685751908333193?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108685751908333193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108685751908333193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108685751908333193' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108677235193838004</id><published>2004-06-09T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T02:12:31.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just reached home... mum, dad and norin gone to causewaypt to have late lunch at LJS.... yum yum yum.... &lt;br /&gt;nowadays it seems that i have nuthin to update and have loss of words...&lt;br /&gt;at home,spend half of my time revising and watch tv... &lt;br /&gt;i think i would have to plan my daily activities... or i will simply became a zombie.... heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today me and daddy will meet... maybe catch a movie or just roaming ard causeway pt...  he is going for his in camp reservist from 14 june to the 19th.... hmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* gonna catch a nap!!! &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/6707749-108677235193838004?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108677235193838004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108677235193838004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108677235193838004' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108668376245742221</id><published>2004-06-08T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T01:36:02.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a looooong time since i update... sorry peeps.. just dunt have the time to sit and bloog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 22nd last mth... MARINI.. my bestfren got married... and we celebrated her solo day the day before the event and we have had such a great time together... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th may... i celebrated my 21st birthday... celebrate it together with my uncle and bro in law... hmmm... my best present would be kakak and abg suprise me with the arrival of yandy.... hehe i tot that yandy will be going to johor and will not be in singapore on my birthday.... but that two idiot wanted to surprise me...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.... went to town last sunday..... i was so shocked to see some young singaporeans dressed like jap style with the makeups and all... some wear all blacks or all whites, some multi-colours dress with high stokings... real short dress, where all the underpants can be seen.... i should have taken pics of them... i think there's a some kind of competition, or what i dont know but they look funny.. esp when we roam at HMV... the place looks like they are havin a haloween party... or is it halloween?? hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats it... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108668376245742221?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108668376245742221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108668376245742221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108668376245742221' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108338530253917694</id><published>2004-04-30T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T21:26:01.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So solemn inside when I browsed through my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;what I penned in history...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel so attached to life that I can imagine&lt;br /&gt;myself cry if I were to let go what I have right here.. right now.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel so dark yet so bright the distant light&lt;br /&gt;that is shining on me, telling me I shall have it&lt;br /&gt;but when, is still my mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel so loved, so romantic, so deep&lt;br /&gt;are my feelings with life and myself&lt;br /&gt;that I raked all my miseries within to make sure&lt;br /&gt;my life is clean&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel like saying this to all&lt;br /&gt;of you whom had known me since&lt;br /&gt;to forgive all my sins&lt;br /&gt;and I have this expression to tell&lt;br /&gt;That were good and those of bad,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you all&lt;br /&gt;and I sure do thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be moving back to my house on monday.... yeah.... kewl...&lt;br /&gt;so that means i have to follow strictly to my timetable...&lt;br /&gt;work..study..eat..sleep... hehehe&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/6707749-108338530253917694?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108338530253917694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108338530253917694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108338530253917694' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108333115739477557</id><published>2004-04-30T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T06:26:07.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its all about this one guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/D/dwiazlya/1083331323_johnsings.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;john stevens&lt;/strong&gt; was eliminated.... he is like a gay... nono more a geek to me.... muackaka... hee hoe hee hoe...&lt;br /&gt;actually i didnt get to watch the show... was sleeping soundly, when suddenly mom woke me up and told me... "nora, lelaki pucat tu dah terkeluar.."  and i was like... "eh???" but in my heart i was laughin.. hahaha the corpse is finally eliminated.... ohh.. feel sorry for him... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last tributes of all american idol, you can watch it at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idolonfox.com/photosvideos/index.htm"&gt;AMI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/D/dwiazlya/1083331943_ami.jpeg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108333115739477557?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108333115739477557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108333115739477557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333115739477557' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108331570297549671</id><published>2004-04-30T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T02:06:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for a dream to actually happen&lt;br /&gt;we need to have faith and believe that it will.&lt;br /&gt;even though most of our hearts were broken&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of the journey&lt;br /&gt;even though our hopes were often shattered&lt;br /&gt;by the failures that we experience along the way&lt;br /&gt;even though we were faced with obstacles&lt;br /&gt;and opposition from people who were unhappy&lt;br /&gt;with the way we handled things because&lt;br /&gt;they didnt understand our reason behind it&lt;br /&gt;they doubt our capabilities&lt;br /&gt;or they simply didnt like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because many of us are trying our best&lt;br /&gt;and will continue to try our best&lt;br /&gt;this dream will not be destroyed by anyone&lt;br /&gt;who wishes to push us down delibrately&lt;br /&gt;but it will persist on and will eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108331570297549671?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108331570297549671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108331570297549671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108331570297549671' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108305677570433448</id><published>2004-04-27T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T02:14:49.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahrggg i cant belch!!!  feel like someone is strangglin me...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dy told me that Wandi and Lin are gettin married early next month....&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!!!&lt;br /&gt;this marriage thingy struck me.... &lt;br /&gt;most of my frens are either engaged or married.... &lt;br /&gt;Yani, Has, Ayu, Wan, Norin, Marini, Suzy......&lt;br /&gt;i dont know wat to say... i'm neither jealous nor eager to get married..&lt;br /&gt;NO NO NO... Its way too early for me.... maybe another 4 more years... by then i will be 25, sounds perfect.... &lt;br /&gt;its just that, i'm gonna miss them.... Seriously... miss hangin out with them...&lt;br /&gt;most of them have kids and are too busy with their house chores or work...&lt;br /&gt;left me and a couple of them whom are in a long-term rship but still we dont have time for ourselves... i mean us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get goosebumps just by havin the thoughts of gettin married... heeheh so pathetic... maybe i'm not ready to have the responsibilities of a wife and mother.... I dont knoe how to cook.. and wash clothes... &lt;br /&gt;and the divorce thingy really scares me... &lt;br /&gt;take for example, my friend... have two kids and less that 3 yrs of marrriage life, now they are in the process of seperation....she hated the sight of her husband and he cant stands her naggin... and wat really shocked me was that, dis fren of mine really enjoy being single again....?? duh... hoe can it be?? they are the most romantic couple in the universe&lt;hheheh&gt; and now...? &lt;br /&gt;i just cant imagine myself hating dy after marriage...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108305677570433448?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108305677570433448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108305677570433448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108305677570433448' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108298304313019910</id><published>2004-04-26T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T05:48:11.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunt have de tyme to update yest cuz lill andi is around and cant leave him out of my sight even for a moment.... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;a recap of things goin on, on Sunday....&lt;br /&gt;There are miss calls from him.... i tot i really dunt want to answer the phone but this time i accidentally didn't answer the phone.... sleep all the way to 2.00pm ehahah... and he was thinking that i was really mad at him... but actually i am in my dreamland..... Focus on my intentions to punish him so that he wont make ma heart shattered again, for not fullfilling his promises, i let dy be....and up till now, he still didnt know that i was actually sleeping instead of puttin the silent mode on my hp...!!!! hahah  if you are reading this.... sorry..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great sun.... went to Sunplaza and have lunch at Cavana... Ordered Honey CHicken Rice and dy ordered Black Pepper Noodles... as usual, we ended up eating my menu together cuz the noodles was liky yuckss.... he is so fickle minded.... and at last the menu that he ordered doent suits his likings... dy please... dunt iritate me, darling.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to Giant at Sembahwang Shoppin Centre.... wait for dy's parents and then went shoppin.... dy's mom choose my favourite fish's egg.... thanks FMIL..... and bought some groceries.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went straight home to dy's place... have snacks for dinner..... unfortunately, its time to go home....&lt;br /&gt;Dy drive me home before sending his pap's to the clinic.... &lt;br /&gt;that's all... although we did not get to watch the movie "Dawn of the Dead" but still you satisfy me with your jokes, laughter and your incredible smile.... &lt;br /&gt;thanks......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108298304313019910?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108298304313019910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108298304313019910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108298304313019910' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108281726547211008</id><published>2004-04-24T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T07:38:35.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my saturday sucks!! enjoy the first couple of hours in the noon with ma two sis, abg ep and parents plus lil andi to toa payoh.... sis bought a walker for lil andi... have late lunch eatin nasi ayam and then off to ma auntie's house... &lt;br /&gt;that man promise me that yest that we will go out and enjoy our time together but..... &lt;br /&gt;he fetch me at wak ton's place and we drive in to order mac donalds....&lt;br /&gt;order a sundae ice-cream and fillet burger and he order two happy meal....&lt;br /&gt;and from there i know that we will go to none other than his place....&lt;br /&gt;i am sick and tired sittin at home and there i was again to a different home but the same environment watching tv accompanied by his lil brother and nadira....&lt;br /&gt;and i was so mad... mad at him for not fulfilling his fucking promiise and made my day fuckingly boring...!&lt;br /&gt;after watchin SEPHIA on Tv, told his mum that i'm going home and just walk out of the house!! he was searching his car key when i just dash out of the door and hail the taxi!!! and then here i am again alone at home blogging!!!!&lt;br /&gt;damn fucking boring saturday...!&lt;br /&gt;told him to fuck off from my face... BOY i am soo mad...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for the harsh words here.... but who cares?? i'm mad and bored!! i was waitin for this fucking weekend and at last he fetch me and imagine myself dressed up!!!! but then to?? his fucking place!!??  &lt;br /&gt;i dont mind thou in the first place but he was ignoring me all the while when we are at his place and i have to play with his lil bro and nadira.... that makes me mad... i want his accompany!! not the children!! &lt;br /&gt;damn it!!! i swore myself never to answer his phonecalls for today and tomorow...! i wanna punish for his wrongdoings and for breaking his fucking promise....!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108281726547211008?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108281726547211008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108281726547211008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108281726547211008' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108271106256682324</id><published>2004-04-23T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T02:08:31.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watch the &lt;strong&gt;AMI&lt;/strong&gt; yest.. and yes its a &lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt; dissapointment for me...  again... since the start of the elimination round till now, i think the american are focusing on the popularity of someone and the good look instead of talent... really feel bad for Jennifer Hudson.. She can sing really well... Fantascia&lt;i hope i get her name right&gt; she can sing but her voice irritates me... sounds like Macy Gray..... and Latoya... she's good...&lt;br /&gt;the ones whom are supposed to be at the bottom three should be that corpse and also george... George are showing attitude as someone innocent and immature.. hate the sight of him and he sound oh mi god... i dont understantd why&lt;strong&gt; JPL&lt;/strong&gt; is eliminated instead fof him and the corpse... i mean john steven...&lt;br /&gt;but dont be surprised if that john steven make it to the final three!! i'm so dissapointed... this year &lt;strong&gt;AMI&lt;/strong&gt; really sucks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waitin for precious ANDI&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to come home.... and i'm not bored no more!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108271106256682324?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108271106256682324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108271106256682324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108271106256682324' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108270991878286764</id><published>2004-04-23T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T02:06:27.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a story of a gal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this gerl, her life was full of happines, full of smiles and laughter of herself and a bunch of her bestest frens...  &lt;br /&gt;they eat, sleep, smile, laugh, cry, and even bathe together.... and they vow, they shall never be apart...&lt;br /&gt;every weeken, they  spend their time in town... smokin, jokin and laughin...   never did they once argue nor disagree with one another...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day... this gal met a guy and have fallen in love with him...and she left her frens pensile, without a word nor phonecalls or letters.... and still her frens are wondering why does this gal change drastically...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she neither went out nor give them a ring anymore.... the time spent was only with her new boyfren... she was in love and life was full of fantasy that she broke her vow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then... her frens have already wish her gd luck.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day by day have passed...  flowers bloomin and fruits started to ripe... but this gal's relationship sours.... her love life betrayed her and left her souly alone, lost and confused...&lt;br /&gt;there's no one she can confide to... she felt rejected cant find her courage to face her frens... its been 5 year now and  she still yearn for her frens warmth and comfort..... cries and laughters.... &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/6707749-108270991878286764?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108270991878286764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108270991878286764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108270991878286764' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108245334104404661</id><published>2004-04-20T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T02:45:31.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a while since i update huh?? hehee ok a recap of what happened these past few days.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;strong&gt;Passion of the Christ&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;i tink dats the titilE? hehe&gt; and its quite a good show... i mean REAL &lt;strong&gt;GOOOODDD&lt;/strong&gt;D... much better than the so called box-office movie,&lt;strong&gt; THE EYE&lt;/strong&gt;  i really feel sorry for jesus... i mean the way they crucified him... evil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so fed up with dy... i wanted soo much to go swimmin last weeken... but too bad he is on standby....  so he pick me up at 8pm and went for dinner then to kak tuty's house.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*paused*&lt;br /&gt;huh?? just heard news abt the nicole highway....... Luckily Dy is not on their way... heheh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i forget..... John Peter Lewis is no more... longer competin at AMI..&lt;br /&gt;i miss him.. i tink he got talent and is much beta than  George and the corpse...! i mean john steven... he looks like a dead zombie on stage!! with the red hair and pale face.... You're out next, Boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an arguement with Dy yest... cuz i came back home late.... well.. i really hate it when he nags and talks bout the Dos and donts and blah blah blah... feel like slammin the phone and which i did.... then went to sleep.... &lt;br /&gt;i know its kind of rude... but there's no use of us or me saying sorry cuz both of us are heaty at that moment and things will just turn worse... so i decided to go and sleep and snore as loudly as i can... hehehe no lah.. juz joking!!&lt;br /&gt;he will cool down the next day and which he did..... i know you care for me, dy but please minus the naging???&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/6707749-108245334104404661?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108245334104404661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108245334104404661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108245334104404661' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108192410888621922</id><published>2004-04-13T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T00:06:13.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually i plan to go library at 12.00pm..... &lt;br /&gt;hangin around and updatin my blog, looking for layouts made me forget the time.... i was sooo lazy to get out of the house and to take the public transport to the library........ heheheh&lt;br /&gt;so i have loads of time waiting for daddy to fetch me?? maybe??hehe&lt;br /&gt;puhleeezzzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k wateva.... so how's this layout?? actually i can open the file from blogskin and kakak was not much of a help.... so i intend to just take this layout for the meantime.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was messing the room wen this photo cot my attn....&lt;br /&gt;this was a pic of Norin, Mamai and me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/D/dwiazlya/1081925480_fflinmaime.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was taken in the year 2000 soon after we finished our dance practice.... i miss ya gerl.......&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/6707749-108192410888621922?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108192410888621922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108192410888621922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108192410888621922' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108191456251333533</id><published>2004-04-13T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T20:53:17.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am not too sure wat happen to my previous layout... cant seem to read my entries....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temporary, will b using de old layout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gota hop down to de library... cheerz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108191456251333533?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108191456251333533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108191456251333533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191456251333533' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108169264017701055</id><published>2004-04-11T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T07:14:32.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>came home at 11am ... have the chance to meet lil andi....&lt;br /&gt;so cute..... he smile and laugh wen i carried him in my arms....&lt;br /&gt;at 1pm me went out again together with kak n abg  plus andi to admiralty to cash out money for mum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to kak tuty's place.... hang around there till 5 plus and dy's dad fetch us to go makan at sinar cahaya.....  bought for ma mom and dad chicken rice... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we have had our full, went to expo for the john little sale tingy....&lt;br /&gt;dy's dad wanted to go to the pameran but everybody objected.... heheh&lt;br /&gt;actually me want to go to the pameran aso but not for the pengantin tingy.... but to check out how SHE's doin......... want to kpo a bit lah...&lt;br /&gt;but forget it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look aroun at john lil sale... but came home empty handed.... cant blieve it!!&lt;br /&gt;just cant found anythin  that cot ma eyez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have neva like the things at john lil except for the lingeries and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the clothes and all... uewweeekkkk......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halfway, my  right arm felt numb...... i dont know why.... the pain was so unbearable... i feel numb but the pain is there... i dont know just cant describe it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, after mum rubs some oitment, seems fine... if not, i wont have the time to blog... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats all for todae.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108169264017701055?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108169264017701055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108169264017701055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169264017701055' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108158714319203176</id><published>2004-04-10T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T01:57:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hands r shaking wen i read those smses.... felt my heartbeat stopped for a while.... heart is pounding hard but yet i pretend..........&lt;br /&gt;1st sms:abang, call  noor balik...&lt;br /&gt;2nd sms:noor nak call abang, tapi takut......&lt;br /&gt;3rd sms:.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really shouldnt have let it all out here, i guess.....&lt;br /&gt;but how could he?? i mean, in a time like this??&lt;br /&gt;i have her no. with me.... within a matter of time, i will surely call her.... &lt;br /&gt;i will.... &lt;br /&gt;i hate bitches whom ruin a happy r'ship, marriage...&lt;br /&gt;i hate her so  much.... &lt;br /&gt;who is noor?? just who the hell is she???&lt;br /&gt;what will happen if i call her?? &lt;br /&gt;will she deny it?? will she?? is she willin to let go?? WILL SHE????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;shall i keep mum?? i'm so curious n need an answer....&lt;br /&gt;shall i call her?? but will they get mad???&lt;br /&gt;what will happen to me????? &lt;br /&gt;watever it is, i have enuf.... enuf of all the nonsense that is around me all this time...&lt;br /&gt;i really want to be alone... live my life alone... but there's mom that i have to think of... she.... although i sumetymes hurt her, but each and everyday i do think bout her needs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate all the ppl aroun me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raining now... they will bring andi back home...&lt;br /&gt;i guess this week i wont be seeing him... i wont be back till tom nite...&lt;br /&gt;i miss andi so much..... but he belongs to them.....&lt;br /&gt;at first, i was excited everytime they bring andi back... but now&lt;br /&gt;i realise...&lt;br /&gt;what's belong to urs, will forever be urs....&lt;br /&gt;and whats not... will not be urs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andi have her sisters to take care of him.. and parents too to love him....&lt;br /&gt;i dont want my love to andi will affect me...&lt;br /&gt;he might not know me in future... or we might not see each other animore in future....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess thats just it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to rest my mind now.......&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/6707749-108158714319203176?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108158714319203176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108158714319203176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108158714319203176' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108150264992488392</id><published>2004-04-09T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T02:30:16.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its good friday today!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;doin nuthin but juz hanging around at home...&lt;br /&gt;eat, sleep, and eat again.......... my wplace is havin shutdown till the 19 of april so i will have time for my revisions... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abg ep's anak sedara just died.... feel so bad for her... althoug i havent met her face to face nor talk to her but i still feel the saddness... kind of cuz we are kind of related...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she's havin too much pressure or so... maybe her love life or life affected her so much... wat makes her to end her life just like that??&lt;br /&gt;doesn't she misses her family or her child?? she is one or two year my senior and i bet she have a lot of things that she have not yet achieved,... but why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kak liza told me, maybe its becoz of her bf... but she's pretty enuf to just click her finger n found dozens of men quein up for her... &lt;br /&gt;maybe she just need a fren... but its all to late... she's gone..i feel pity for her.... her sins... her tatoos... i really pitied her... why must she end her life??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fren nana was just discharged yesterday.. intends to commit suicide&lt;br /&gt;why gals must be so soft or have these thought where, when one dies, there's no more worries?? but doenst they think about the future?? how to go on with life? why must one think about dying when one have not yet fulfil their own wishes..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays there are a lot of ppl commiting suicide... what are they thinking??&lt;br /&gt;to all the ppl reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not think the negative side... always stay positive towards things...&lt;br /&gt;each and every problems that you have, there must be a way to solve it....&lt;br /&gt;accept the things as they are... you could not change the things that god have given you...&lt;br /&gt;if there's a will, there must be a way.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moga Linda selamat dikebumikan dan rohnya dirahmati allah....AMIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108150264992488392?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108150264992488392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108150264992488392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108150264992488392' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108080954943501039</id><published>2004-04-01T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T00:56:07.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually got this email from my uncle... kind of funny but true??!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. You email your mate who works at the desk next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends is that they do &lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt; have email addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. When you go home after a long day at work you still answer the &lt;br /&gt;phone in&lt;br /&gt; a business manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. When you make phone calls from home, you accidentally dial "0" or &lt;br /&gt;"9"&lt;br /&gt; to get an outside line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. You've sat at the same desk for four years and worked for three&lt;br /&gt; different companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. You learn about your redundancy on the 11 o'clock news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11. Your boss doesn't have the ability to do your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 12. Contractors outnumber permanent staff and are more likely to get&lt;br /&gt; long-service awards.And the real clinchers are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13. You read this entire list, and kept nodding and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14. As you read this list, you think about forwarding it to your&lt;br /&gt; "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15. You got this email from a friend that never talks to you any more,&lt;br /&gt; except to send you jokes from the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 16. You are too busy to notice there was no No.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a No.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18. And now you're laughing inwardly for just making a fool of &lt;br /&gt;yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108080954943501039?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108080954943501039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108080954943501039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108080954943501039' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108080803341160338</id><published>2004-04-01T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T00:30:51.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108080803341160338?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108080803341160338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108080803341160338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108080803341160338' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6707749.post-108080795502247573</id><published>2004-04-01T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T00:29:33.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6707749-108080795502247573?l=deefyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108080795502247573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6707749/posts/default/108080795502247573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deefyant.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108080795502247573' title=''/><author><name>azlya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12510655874700216653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
