<?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-8812471514016897546</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:04:12.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Medium to Write &amp; Tell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-5720065170327685866</id><published>2012-02-04T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T20:56:45.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello there, I know I have been disappearing for ages. Life doesn't treat me well for the past few weeks. So here I am now, back to my life journal entry. February... nothing much *ok I lie* I have started the pre working thingy at an audit firm. Its been 2 days now. I loveeeee KL ! On the first month working I get lots of public hols :P so pls dont envy much on that. Still the workloads are driving me crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ohh before that, again this year I went back to Melaka for Chinese New Year visiting, as usual I gonna put some pictures here! It was a superb blast gathering &amp;amp; there were HONG POW receiving too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/399893_2518999218141_1348099514_31936701_1722332879_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/409179_2518997098088_1348099514_31936695_1941258150_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/429063_2518998178115_1348099514_31936697_1541153012_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So back to the main topic about the working thingy, it was exhausted and yet it is fun. Fun in term of living all alone and doing things according to my needs &amp;amp; wants. Everything is looking pretty well for now..... Ohh by the way. If  there anyone. I meannnn friends, you are passing by KLCC for lunch or shops do buzz me ok? I am like 10minutes away from KLCC. My office is located somewhere in the Megan Avenue's Tower. So yeah that it ! Love to be back. More to come soon. Insyallah ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://yfrog.com/gy1k5cfj:tw1" width="400" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a view from my office's window. Up aboveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-5720065170327685866?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/5720065170327685866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/5720065170327685866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2012/02/22.html' title='22.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-4960519909332424612</id><published>2012-01-04T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:02:37.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is New Year guys ! As usual, I have no new resolution or what ever kan, sbb yg lama lama pun tk tercapai. Cuma apa yg aku nk real bad, to be a better person. It is already the time for me to grow up. I am 23 siott. Yes 23. 23! But anyway, still I have wishes to my love ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my #family, I love you mami &amp;amp; Abah the most. Seriously. I love you guys so bad. Where would I be without you guys? Abg Kakak yg supportive most of the time and please more duit raya because this year would be my last year receiving duit raya. Insyallah ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a2.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/255007_1728178168109_1348099514_31418738_2950266_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253918_1728179288137_1348099514_31418739_7359061_n.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my #gff of course si Fatin, si Aini, Si Izzati, Si Haifa, Si Syafinaz &amp;amp; Si Nabilah Im wishing u guys all the best in what ever you do. Especially si Fatin the babe yg berjaya dalam kisah percintaan dia. Hew hew. I miss u girl. Wait for meeee, will be there end of this month. Izzati, Syafinaz &amp;amp; Haifa, girls that accompany me to do all these crazieh work &amp;amp; lastly Nabilah the girl who I say is a psycho yet sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last but not least, to all my friends, silent reader and to my enemies. Im wishing you guys all the very best. Leave the past behind okay? Come we goooo to start anew!  Ohhh.. its new year, yang hutang hutang tu tk terasa nk byr ke? Hutang tahun baru tuuu. Hew hew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Much Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zaharah Husin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS &lt;/b&gt;- #gff tk dan nk upload. Pew jgn mareee ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-4960519909332424612?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/4960519909332424612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/4960519909332424612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2012/01/21.html' title='21.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-8973350932605960972</id><published>2011-12-25T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T13:41:28.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ALph_u2iee8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sedih :'( nak kata apa lagi. Im sad &amp;amp; Im tired. Itu sahaja yang boleh saya ckp sekarang. SOBS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-8973350932605960972?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8973350932605960972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8973350932605960972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/12/20.html' title='20.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ALph_u2iee8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-7478272792705078383</id><published>2011-12-24T22:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:23:51.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holaaaaaa readers ! KRRRR. Ok my life have been SOOO BZ. I tell you BUSY! So nothing much to be updated today. No more photo shoot, no more travelling thingy and stuff, no more fun thing. NO MORE but another month of torturous journey and then everything will be back on track &amp;amp; I'll be perfectly fine. Insyallah. So today is the 24th. It is Raja Muzzafar Shah's birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Currently now, he is way busy doing his business with his friends. Jamming &amp;amp; stuff, since tomorrow they gonna attend? play? perform? at a gig somewhere in Pahang.  So.... lets not talk about him and his agenda for today, shall we? Hik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Boroi's birthday as you have read just now, he is just way too busy with his friend. So I threw him a celebration in advance. MANA LAH GAMBAR? kan? Syaiton boroi tu tk reti nk bagi ! There are pictures of us acted syok sendiri ♥ Ok sudah, We went to Kuala Perlis and ordered an overloaded food but yet we managed to eat it ! *Ok ni tipu, buang + terpaksa tapau*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4M7BbfIRr5s/TvXpAh7GXZI/AAAAAAAAAko/IwDXkUrWF_o/s1600/plants_vs_zombies_pea_shooter_plush_toy_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4M7BbfIRr5s/TvXpAh7GXZI/AAAAAAAAAko/IwDXkUrWF_o/s320/plants_vs_zombies_pea_shooter_plush_toy_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689709899568012690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vfWMsecBsI/TvXpAuK75zI/AAAAAAAAAkc/NQRWvFTKvQo/s1600/GG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1vfWMsecBsI/TvXpAuK75zI/AAAAAAAAAkc/NQRWvFTKvQo/s320/GG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689709902855661362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku ni bkn jenis romantik kan, so I bought him these 2 things, I hope he likes it lah ! Toys + gadget benda yg mmg akan selalu dlm list aku. But then....things are rough now, very rough btwn us. What can I truly say about this relationship. The only thing  that matters now we are trying to make an effort for us to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh not to forget a special dedication for my dearly Najwy, she gonna get her butt on a plane soon. Next week kan? A new start for a new year in Bristol, UK ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPjNop7JFPs/TvXrB1jGK4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/2y4-z-eGomE/s1600/njwy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YPjNop7JFPs/TvXrB1jGK4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/2y4-z-eGomE/s320/njwy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689712121039170434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obit rindu awak nanti, nk lepak Darus tgk kamu sembang tk henti + makan burger kambing tepi jalan sama sama. :'( jaga diri awak dkt sana ok. Kerja sana terus lah. Kalau ada rejeki boleh jumpa dkt sana ! Gonna miss you. Kitaorg akan doa doa kan yg terbaik utk kamu di sana. Love you girl ♥ Everyone is leaving me behind. Sedihnya. Nk ikut boleh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-7478272792705078383?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/7478272792705078383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/7478272792705078383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/12/19.html' title='19.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4M7BbfIRr5s/TvXpAh7GXZI/AAAAAAAAAko/IwDXkUrWF_o/s72-c/plants_vs_zombies_pea_shooter_plush_toy_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-3281515242357057909</id><published>2011-11-28T09:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:13:16.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you expect too much on something, you are hopeless in everything you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I've decided to let go. Leaving everything behind is easier to be said rather to be done. But Im dealing with it now &amp;amp; I feel quite relief. At least... for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rtOvBOTyX00" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Off we go now. Take care all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-3281515242357057909?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/3281515242357057909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/3281515242357057909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/11/18.html' title='18.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rtOvBOTyX00/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-4214905545389358181</id><published>2011-11-25T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:58:38.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All woman stalk, so I admit. I do stalk especially...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kepada seekor anjing kurap? Oh harsh ke ayat ni? Cuma status dia terlalu mengundang. Aku pelik lah kenapa dia suka sangat kata dkt org, even dia tu sebenar lebih jijik dgn najis. Actually 2 of them make a perfect pair. Ini kerana....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Si jantan suka kata dekat org sana sini, tapi tk perasan si betina tu kena kutuk sana sini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Si jantan admit betina tu bidadari, tapi si betina tu pun bermulut lancang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Si jantan tu berhutang beribu-ribu, tapi si betina langsung tk nak ambil kisah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Si jantan asyik minta simpati, si betina  mintak perhatian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kesimpulan, yang buruk haruslah dpt yg buruk juga. Sedarlah wahai manusia. Kau ckp tuhan ada. Tapi hidup kau, darah daging pun asal dari hutang. Alahai. Kesian betul kau ni. Sudah ye ckp psl org? Sudah lah buat cerita tu, sebab tu hidup kau susah sgt nak naik, sebab Tuhan tu Maha Adil &amp;amp; Maha Mengetahui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Label kau agung tu jadi sampah kan without US? Hik kesian &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-4214905545389358181?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/4214905545389358181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/4214905545389358181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/11/17.html' title='17.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-3832391731430724829</id><published>2011-11-24T21:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:38:06.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jalan yang terbaik adalah dengan mengambil jalan masing-masing. Kau jalan kau, aku jalan aku. Supaya tiada yang berlanggar &amp;amp; cedera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-3832391731430724829?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/3832391731430724829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/3832391731430724829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/11/16.html' title='16.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-4622941227653815623</id><published>2011-11-21T07:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T17:08:14.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The one and only guy in my mind is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;________________,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cant deny that we've been through great moments together in short period. 7 months, supposedly. 3 years of friendship, 11 months of comeback &amp;amp; 7 months of love. In the same time too, I cant deny that we've been in different position in making way for us. Writing this, reminds me of the silly road tour we had. From Perlis to KL, in an unwell condition of Wahap. It took us more than 10 hours just to reach KL. A real grind crusty journey hah? Then, we went for a vacation together. A trip to Thailand, 3days 2night, it was amazing to have your love ones with you exploring new places. He&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;gone through torturous moments with me, I force him to eat what I cooked, I baked cake &amp;amp; cookies to let him bawa bekal pergi office *it sounds corny kan?*, I prepared lunch, I clean his house all alone, when everybody is out because Im just too shy to mingle around with the family and I nag just like a mom. Kan kan kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having him in my life, most likely just like having most precious valuable item in this world. When I say he is no longer my priority, I lied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, I hate to let him go. If it is a must, I shall obey it then. You know what? He is full of lumpiness but yet he manages to handle me at my worst. Oh oh he was the one who introduced me "nasi kucing" HAHA, nasi + lauk + letak kicap. Makan kering2 sampai lekat tekak time gastric. Lepas tu kena paksa minum air madu. HAHA. I am dead serious missing the moment :') Screw the ex for talking bullshits about him &amp;amp; for what you have done. You aint worth for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="450" height="259" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ac3HkriqdGQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt; - I do love you big guy but a lil bit hurt here and there. Better in time I guess. Insyallah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-4622941227653815623?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/4622941227653815623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/4622941227653815623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-and-only-guy-in-my-mind-is-raja.html' title='15.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ac3HkriqdGQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-1720217771122608799</id><published>2011-11-20T14:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:07:01.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;The MOST CRITICAL MOMENT IN LIFE ”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone very special hurt you so deeply and caused tears in your eyes then asked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Happened”?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you just replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“NOTHING". I'm FINE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken from a friend &amp;amp; slightly edited it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;Im fine, Im just too tired to think &amp;amp; adapt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-1720217771122608799?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/1720217771122608799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/1720217771122608799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/11/14.html' title='14.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-8133506847634476191</id><published>2011-11-19T00:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:26:04.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dont completely blame your flame for your epic failure in current or previous relationship. Dont be mean, boleh tak? Bosan nya tgk org yang tk boleh stop whining blaming their pasts. Rasa mcm nk tampar je. Boleh tak aku tampar kau?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS A TOTAL LIE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You are different than others"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Different in what term? In what context? Eh come on, benda-benda attitude ni semua mmg lah from the nature itself but still, it can be nurture. Nature vs Nurture. Kalau kau dulu dah tk reti setia in your relationship, jangan blame your past and agung kan your current. Konon he is the one who made you this way. Bullshitttttt ! Tk perlu nk compare your past and your current. Sangat lah tk perlu. Why? I had my MR WRONG too. I dont compare, I wrote shits directly to him. Berani buat mcm tu? Tak kan? Sebab you are lying about your past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8812471514016897546-8133506847634476191?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8133506847634476191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8133506847634476191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/11/13.html' title='13.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-6355799689954515043</id><published>2011-11-18T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T22:07:12.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this world there is no such word as 'enough'. Seriously, its true !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eventho when you are bloated, you still gonna keep on nomming. Eventho you are rich, you still gonna keep on digging for piles of money. Eventho when you are tired, you still gonna do more. So you see, there is no such word as enough...It applies in your daily routine &amp;amp; mine as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi benda betul kan... eventho when you are already in love, you still gonna keep on loving more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jK5Ts8A5wyA/TsZZ3YD-ZUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/O_zqXKpR1QA/s1600/DSC_0105.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jK5Ts8A5wyA/TsZZ3YD-ZUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/O_zqXKpR1QA/s320/DSC_0105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676323188233889090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cantik lah si bakal pengantin ni, ohhh ini pic time kacau orang buat job. Heeeee !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-6355799689954515043?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/6355799689954515043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/6355799689954515043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/11/12.html' title='12.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jK5Ts8A5wyA/TsZZ3YD-ZUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/O_zqXKpR1QA/s72-c/DSC_0105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-5518984871411509641</id><published>2011-11-09T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:05:16.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like writing some more, more and more. I've this crossing in my mind. Wondering, how life should be if, I said the word &lt;b&gt;if&lt;/b&gt;.. I've choosen to be all alone for the rest of my life &amp;amp; my life full with acquaintances rather than true friends? But actually I already experiencing one of the if, true friends aku? Muat satu kereta je !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you have an &lt;b&gt;if&lt;/b&gt; in your life ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="233" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rRxccy-zcJ8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boleh tak nk if lagi? If, you make it real for me, I'll do the same thing too. Keep this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-5518984871411509641?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/5518984871411509641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/5518984871411509641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/11/11.html' title='11.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rRxccy-zcJ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-8328476181923291669</id><published>2011-11-09T07:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T07:23:06.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bgn pagi tepat jam 5.55 pagi, aku terus menerpa bahan ciptaan manusia, telifon bimbit. Dengan berbagai harapan langli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi benda yang pasti aku akan cari pesanan berkenaan barang yg hendak aku beli, kemudian baru baca pesanan yg lain. Aku membaca satu demi satu pesanan, ada juga tidak berkenaan, tiba-tiba aku terbaca satu pesanan. Kau berubah nampak nya? Kenapa? Semakin aneh perlakuan kau. Aku tak pernah letakkan jarak antara kita, cuma jarak ini tercipta disebabkan anggapan kita. Wahai kekasih eh.. atau apa sahaja yang kau selesa dipanggil. Apa pun jadi, kau yang satu ok? Ingat tu. Tolong simpan ayat aku dlm peti hati kau, kunci. Kemudian kau buang kunci nya ke laut. Jadi kalau aku hilang, atau mati. Kau ingat aku sampai bila bila. Kejam kan aku? Kau pun kejam, cicirkan kunci aku ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku tahu kau hati crusty grind-on, tapi aku tahu juga hati kau manja mcm kucing. Kalah kucing aku belai selama 4thn dkt rumah.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8812471514016897546-8328476181923291669?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8328476181923291669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8328476181923291669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/11/10.html' title='10.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-5431284275438230054</id><published>2011-11-07T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T12:23:30.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many people felt offended with my blog, I said it  clearly, way back 4years ago. I writing this blog with a sincere heart, I want to be blunt toward myself and others. Thousand apologies from me for making such a negative thought while reading this. I have no intention in letting others to feel my anger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hidup ini kan tk semua dkt atas, when you are down there will be someone on the top. Baru balance kan hukum dunia ni. Hukum manusia, hukum alam yang tercipta. Tidak satu pun terlepas. Mungkin harini hari kau, esok pula hari aku. Siapa tahu? Langit tidak akan sentiasa cerah, cahaya yang menyinari akan menjadi malap, bunga yang kembang akan longlai mengucup.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semakin lama hidup semakin banyak yang dilalui, semakin rasa diri ini tolol dgn kisah kisah silam. Haha, tolol, bodoh.. ah semua itu perasaan yang setiap orang rasai. Tapi tidak mengapalah, serba kekurangan dan masalah yang dialami tidak tolok banding dengan kesusahan org lain di luar sana. Kita tidak tahu pun perit kehidupann dia. Apa yang pasti, aku syukur dgn apa yang aku miliki sekarang. Sudah cukup utk membuatkan aku gembira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt; - Dont blame your past for the stupidity you've made. It is clear that, action you made was from your sound mind. Admit it, because I do to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8812471514016897546-5431284275438230054?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/5431284275438230054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/5431284275438230054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/11/9.html' title='9.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-4972100201719972117</id><published>2011-10-31T07:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T09:49:23.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its a GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL ! New born adorable &amp;amp; huggable niece &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdullilah, someone comes along after the deepest sadness I went through yesterday *tears* I blame no one. The awful truth was revealed and yet my life is still contented. So what sappp? The blog below was written during "TAKEN" mode. Now? I am not sure where is my stand, HAHA but what the hell. Family and friends fill me up, since the beginning. You know that kan? So hik ! Jyeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMGKaJGzKMs/Tq3-DD8NB6I/AAAAAAAAAjs/s4EyTF3MN8s/s1600/299076_10150368399439764_693139763_7989415_330679677_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMGKaJGzKMs/Tq3-DD8NB6I/AAAAAAAAAjs/s4EyTF3MN8s/s320/299076_10150368399439764_693139763_7989415_330679677_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669466834480203682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dpt pic tadi : Ini rare* baru berusia less than 10hours dah boleh posing T___T mmg ini keturunan suka posing. Haha. Comel comel comel, Acu loves youuuu &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8812471514016897546-4972100201719972117?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/4972100201719972117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/4972100201719972117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/8.html' title='8.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMGKaJGzKMs/Tq3-DD8NB6I/AAAAAAAAAjs/s4EyTF3MN8s/s72-c/299076_10150368399439764_693139763_7989415_330679677_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-8711723625220292708</id><published>2011-10-30T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T15:39:45.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your fingertips across my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind, images&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You sang me Spanish lullabies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I never want to see you unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought you want the same for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You took my hand and danced with me in the shade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And when you left you kissed my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You told me you would never ever forget these images, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I never want to see you unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought you want the same for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot go to the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot try the streets at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Without you on my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you're gone and I'm haunted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did I make it that easy to walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right in and out of my life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why can't you just let me be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-8711723625220292708?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8711723625220292708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8711723625220292708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-fingertips-across-my-skin-palm.html' title=''/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-3289129859970506427</id><published>2011-10-30T09:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:21:56.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You cant make the same mistake twice. The second time you make it, it is not longer a mistake but it is a choice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IMgN0tjuh0I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The quote defines me well. So apa cerita? Commitment? I have mine too. Im giving you all the space you wanted. Go, because you are no longer my priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-3289129859970506427?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/3289129859970506427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/3289129859970506427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/7.html' title='7.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IMgN0tjuh0I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-5924936281559401753</id><published>2011-10-29T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:13:05.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5-HOzq15RU/Tqv71wRGgzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/sb5WcBs7kcg/s1600/296760_237438502975914_107459895973776_610270_187350573_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5-HOzq15RU/Tqv71wRGgzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/sb5WcBs7kcg/s320/296760_237438502975914_107459895973776_610270_187350573_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668901456884171570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-5924936281559401753?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/5924936281559401753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/5924936281559401753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V5-HOzq15RU/Tqv71wRGgzI/AAAAAAAAAjY/sb5WcBs7kcg/s72-c/296760_237438502975914_107459895973776_610270_187350573_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-1744859398144284114</id><published>2011-10-29T10:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:22:28.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An open relationship is an interpersonal relationship in which the parties want to be together, but in which they agree that a romantic or sexual relationship with another person is accepted, permitted or tolerated. To make it simple an open relationship is only for sluts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is how a friend of mine defined "&lt;b&gt;AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A comment of her's, lured me to give a piece of mine. I surely admitted that both of us own 2 different opinions, as I define my relationship in a different way. I do respect her opinion, with what she had gone through she has the right to say it out loud. Oh here we go with my output! I do SMS other guy and hangout with someone else in pair. Routines of mine seem to remain the same even I am single or not, the only thing change in me is my emotion. I feel love, I feel needed, I feel wanted and I feel him to be loved and love. Never let yourself to be sexually open with everyone BUT let yourself to be socially open, seriously do you make love with your friend? Gamak ke? The honesty and loyalty beats the definition of others on you. Do tell everything to your partner *the necessary thing* &amp;amp; and things gonna be okay I guess. My love and I, both are cherishing the moment of being 'single' and the no-commitment phase because soon with God's will there will be us in the future. Give space to each other, he/she will accompany you for the next 50 years. I learned too much from my past, I've been through countless unlucky steps &amp;amp; even I got dumped when I was fully devoted to ex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do love the people who loves you, but dont love too much. If the relationship doesn't match the everlasting word, its gonna hurt you so much. Dont let others define your life. Let you do the defining, it theirs' problem not yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt; - Understands my past, Believes in my future and Take me as I am now. Is what I call acceptance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8812471514016897546-1744859398144284114?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/1744859398144284114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/1744859398144284114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/6.html' title='6.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-8270334445496432586</id><published>2011-10-29T07:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T09:35:14.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Benda takda lah busy. No, nothing is running fast ke apa ke. Things happened and it happened too that the thing dragged me in it. So, jadi penin penin lah. In a simple word, I am distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another torturous week at Perlis, just cant wait to get back to Sri Damansara. Eh eh sejak bila Sri Damansara? Kepong kan? Haha. I really excited, dying, shivering *ok over sgt* to meet the one who I rely on in spitting all these shits out. The only person I can trust &amp;amp; count on. Sigh* Seriously, this past few weeks nothing comes in handy. Its bad, its bad, I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini hormon remaja nk membesar ke apa? Rasa dah makin membesar &amp;amp; mengembang dah ! Oh but what the hell kan, I cook during the weekend. Kau ingat aku tk reti masak apa? Wakil peringkat negeri ok. So harini kena study a big MUST to study. Selasa, Rabu, Jumaat dh Midterm. Gimme some of your luck ait &amp;amp; do pray for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8812471514016897546-8270334445496432586?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8270334445496432586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8270334445496432586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/5.html' title='5.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-8876768459382346215</id><published>2011-10-26T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T09:21:39.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ini kisah di &lt;b&gt;Taman Sri Wang,&lt;/b&gt; Arau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Woi jom beli ayaq kelapa, nak lah"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jommmmm"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sesudah sampai ke kedai tersebut aku dgn gadis2 gossiper lain pun turun dari kereta comel dunia sbb nk usha usha kuih yang ada + aku plak nk beli air kelapa kan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Dikkkk, kuih ni sebijik bapa dik?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"sebijik 3kupang tapi kalau 3 singgit"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"......................................."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekali sekala aku tk faham dengan org Perlis ini. Serious doe. Tk fhm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-8876768459382346215?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8876768459382346215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8876768459382346215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/4.html' title='4.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-5395011335448620476</id><published>2011-10-23T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T01:14:27.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures : Bukit Ayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2RQPWbJw1U/TqL54t8XImI/AAAAAAAAAjI/G5VjcBOV8oI/s1600/DSC_1089.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2RQPWbJw1U/TqL54t8XImI/AAAAAAAAAjI/G5VjcBOV8oI/s320/DSC_1089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666366033986265698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fR6Hp-ld5DA/TqL4oQ9fpnI/AAAAAAAAAi8/dWVXw0ZE91c/s1600/DSC_1133.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fR6Hp-ld5DA/TqL4oQ9fpnI/AAAAAAAAAi8/dWVXw0ZE91c/s320/DSC_1133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666364651816855154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXXvfNmKb88/TqL4oM06mII/AAAAAAAAAiw/ue0SkfCdmeY/s1600/DSC_1110.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXXvfNmKb88/TqL4oM06mII/AAAAAAAAAiw/ue0SkfCdmeY/s1600/DSC_1110.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXXvfNmKb88/TqL4oM06mII/AAAAAAAAAiw/ue0SkfCdmeY/s320/DSC_1110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666364650707130498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUlprk94DJ8/TqL4n5JE_QI/AAAAAAAAAik/jIrZ0Dx6RFo/s1600/DSC_1161.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUlprk94DJ8/TqL4n5JE_QI/AAAAAAAAAik/jIrZ0Dx6RFo/s1600/DSC_1161.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUlprk94DJ8/TqL4n5JE_QI/AAAAAAAAAik/jIrZ0Dx6RFo/s320/DSC_1161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666364645422988546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6O8qWbBEIg/TqL4n93PsaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TfCNK1HxYeI/s1600/DSC_1105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6O8qWbBEIg/TqL4n93PsaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TfCNK1HxYeI/s1600/DSC_1105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6O8qWbBEIg/TqL4n93PsaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TfCNK1HxYeI/s320/DSC_1105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666364646690369954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I6O8qWbBEIg/TqL4n93PsaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/TfCNK1HxYeI/s1600/DSC_1105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-5395011335448620476?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/5395011335448620476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/5395011335448620476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/pictures-bukit-ayer.html' title='Pictures : Bukit Ayer'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H2RQPWbJw1U/TqL54t8XImI/AAAAAAAAAjI/G5VjcBOV8oI/s72-c/DSC_1089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812471514016897546.post-1274592644493715124</id><published>2011-10-22T08:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:25:00.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok pic tiada untuk activiti semlm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YESTERDAY WAS SUPERB AWESOME, kitaorg panjat slide air terjun ! The last sliding was dangerous and F slippery. Awesome day awesome sgt, blessed *YAY* dpt kwn kwn outgoing sgt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We shall go again next time, air dia keroh sebab lepas hujan. BUT still , it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS&lt;/b&gt; - Thank you kwn kwn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-1274592644493715124?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/1274592644493715124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/1274592644493715124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/3.html' title='3.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-477245614329149632</id><published>2011-10-21T14:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:36:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you - "Adele21"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We been through wonderful seconds together and I wish the moment of happiness remains forever. But a wish always remains as a wish.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-477245614329149632?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/477245614329149632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/477245614329149632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-wish-nothing-but-best-for-you-adele21.html' title=''/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-8516492296709834797</id><published>2011-10-21T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:26:15.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have my stand for doing this and that, the main reason I deleted my previous blogs entries is because I am done with my past and I am looking forward for new phase. I read my blog which I wrote somewhere in year 2010 &amp;amp; I realised the blog was meant for KONON my Mr Right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mcm rasa tk cool ok, baca benda yang tk menjadi. You get it? Mcm selaj deep sgt..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I took the safest path off all by deleting all the hatred, guilty, love and etc that I've been writing for the past few years back then. So tarapapa, Im lovin it !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-8516492296709834797?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8516492296709834797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8516492296709834797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/2.html' title='2.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-2873422793984819374</id><published>2011-10-20T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:26:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dh delete semua posts entry. Im done with my past. Hello future ! Kpd silent reader,  there is nothing left to read anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-2873422793984819374?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/2873422793984819374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/2873422793984819374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/1.html' title='1.'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-8405095828852795423</id><published>2011-10-14T23:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:32:52.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Silent Reader,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for reading my blog, appreciate it much for visiting it. Its been quite some time for me not to write anything over here. For the past few weeks my life is quite hectic. Busy arranging my study plan &amp;amp; applying 'the job'. Alhamdullilah, this week is my 6th week,  I've settled everything including 'the job'. With god will, I will be in KL by January 2012 and starts my basic exposure in auditing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is something beyond my imagination, to see me working in the firm. Hik, but Alhamdullilah thank you ya wahai company! My love life? Beyond wonderful :'&amp;gt; He is loving 24/7 *ok tipu* but the main thing is he is such a sweetheart. He is coming over again this weekend. I love you. Thank you for making so much effort for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My digits are no longer available since maxis ban me. I converted it from Maxis to DiGi. Off to DiGi center tomorrow *if I have the chance* and we see what is the main problem. So Uyeah. PM me if ada apa apa yah. Bye :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8812471514016897546-8405095828852795423?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8405095828852795423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/8405095828852795423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2011/10/6th-week.html' title='6th Week'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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-8812471514016897546.post-7257057471235700042</id><published>2010-08-29T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T09:23:46.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doa ; Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabda Rasulullah SAW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sesungguhnya aku ketahui satu kalimah yang apabila dibaca oleh mereka-mereka yang ditimpa bala atau kesusahan, Allah akan lepaskan si pembacanya dari kesusahan. Kalimah tersebut ialah tasbih saudaraku Nabi Yunus AS" ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“La ilaha illa anta subhaanaka inni kuntu minazzholimiin.”&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/8812471514016897546-7257057471235700042?l=putusnafas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/7257057471235700042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8812471514016897546/posts/default/7257057471235700042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://putusnafas.blogspot.com/2010/08/doa-prayer.html' title='Doa ; Prayer'/><author><name>OBIT LIVRE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08937053185300355094</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>
