tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224828262011-07-08T12:05:06.628+08:00LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.comBlogger1801100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-3034422874784628682010-05-18T11:01:00.003+08:002010-05-18T12:44:02.433+08:00Woke up early morning!!<div><br /></div><div>Sufi was the 1st to wake up today..follow by </div><div>sabrina n lastly me...hehe</div><div><br /></div><div>take their shower had their breakfast n off bck to slip 4 sufi...</div><div>Sabrina is still hyper active at the moment...</div><div><br /></div><div>Me still at nenek house...</div><div>nenek still havnt come bck...wondering wer she's gone too..</div><div>Oh nenek,Wer my breakfast nenek?</div><div>heeeeee....</div><div><br /></div><div>Yesterdae..went to poly 4 my depo injection...</div><div>n it hurts tis time round....Sakit skali...</div><div>Afiq was der to accompany me...after injection we go EAT...</div><div>Den bck off to pasir ris..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-303442287478462868?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-14541836406047144882010-05-13T02:29:00.002+08:002010-05-13T02:52:58.564+08:00Hubby juz dun wanna change For the better...<div>All his excuses r juz lame..</div><div>im so bored...so confused...so tired...</div><div><br /></div><div>Watever he did behind me which shud be unforgivable</div><div>i've forgiven.....</div><div>its really easy to forgive but never to 4get...</div><div>Doesnt he noes tat watever he did tat is wrong kept playing</div><div>thru my mind...</div><div>it hurts alot...but does he even care?</div><div><br /></div><div>i kept complaining to Bff...but wat can he do..?</div><div>Bff always der wenever i needed him...but all he can do</div><div>is listen...</div><div>From the start im the 1 hu have made the choice...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>B,</div><div><br /></div><div>Dun u ever noe tat i've always been trying to be a good wife?</div><div>Staying wif ur parents hasnt been easy but i noe i have to learn to </div><div>get use to them..</div><div>Dun u noticed tat im trying real hard to be a good daughter in law to ur parents?</div><div>Staying at home always looking after the kids wasnt an easy job 4 me..</div><div>But i noe its my duty..</div><div>Dun u noticed tat im trying to be a good mother to our kids?</div><div><br /></div><div>I bought u a phone so we could communicate wif each other closely...</div><div>but u misuse it...</div><div><br /></div><div>Wenever ur out,u never called home...every minute every hour, me looking outside the </div><div>window waiting 4 ur return... </div><div>how do i feel?</div><div><br /></div><div>Wenever ur out,do u even remember u hav a family at home?</div><div>Wife, kids waiting 4 u at home?</div><div><br /></div><div>And wen u came home...</div><div><br /></div><div>I asked,wer've u been?</div><div><br /></div><div>U answered wif anger..............</div><div><br /></div><div>am i wrong to asked u wer u've been?</div><div><br /></div><div>Im juz confuse...</div><div><br /></div><div>Wer do i stand in ur heart?</div><div>Wer do the kids stand in ur heart?</div><div>Dun u ever think abt them...?</div><div><br /></div><div>Everydae without fail Sabrina would sae..</div><div>"baba...Baba..."</div><div><br /></div><div>Wat do i answer her?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1454183640604714488?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-18858895258463836182009-11-07T15:31:00.004+08:002009-11-07T15:44:08.718+08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">here again at nenek hse...</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Sufi juz fallen asleep..n here i am blogging...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Im so bored wif life even though im busy handling 2 kids...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I wanna find a job soon but im wondering hu's gonna look after the kids...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">If i were to ask nenek for help she will be too tired to handle 2..</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">N she's already old...it should be time for her to rest rite...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">My in laws wont be able too as dey are also werking...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">My mom...have asked her b4..but doesnt agree...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">SO HOW??</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1885889525846383618?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-43557339583831715932009-10-28T12:16:00.004+08:002009-10-28T12:32:42.152+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Now at nenek house....been here 4 abt a week plus...<br />Still under confinement...So watever i do..Nenek SEE...<br />No cold drinks la...tat cannot tis cannot..<br />Makan also she see....<br />So many pantang....<br /><br />Sufi hav been vomiting n always poo alot...<br />Kesian kan...Decided to change the formula milk...<br />Todae da 2nd dae...n he seems to be better....<br />Hopefully tis milk can help him n me also...<br />kasi susu badan ni ade leceh skit coz u nvr noe wen<br />the baby is full or tak full...<br /><br />Sabrina da dpt kaki now always make a mess...<br />Always messing wif nenek kitchen stuff...<br />the periuk..minyak masak..garam...<br />haha..infact everything...<br />Kat sini She explore evrything in the house..<br />at bedok hse...only can explore the room...hhaa<br />So wen kat sini SHe Curious...semue nk pegang...<br /><br />Okla..hav to go look after Sufi...<br />Will update again...<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-4355733958383171593?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-23415205178450539602009-10-23T16:21:00.000+08:002009-10-23T16:23:02.986+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SuFntbV71QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cLbnqmEuhhk/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395707858698097922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SuFntbV71QI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cLbnqmEuhhk/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>cute kan....got any similarities?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2341520517845053960?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-24424377673063304752009-08-20T18:07:00.005+08:002009-08-20T18:13:06.714+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/So0hcos3iZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8GzG9xsystA/s1600-h/Photo0251.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371986706368530834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/So0hcos3iZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8GzG9xsystA/s320/Photo0251.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>kakak sabrina n Aqil<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/So0hH0pPrcI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kn3tm9bsbw8/s1600-h/Photo0251.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/So0g8PL5MYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sg_Eswwem4c/s1600-h/aqil.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371986149763527042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/So0g8PL5MYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/sg_Eswwem4c/s320/aqil.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Yesterae went to my sis in law new house...</div><div>Went to see Aqil...Cute...senang ketawe...</div><div>Sabrina n Aqil even hav baby talks...haha</div><div> </div><div>cute kan Aqil....</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2442437767306330475?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-29136776877097555932009-07-19T00:48:00.002+08:002009-07-19T01:29:10.278+08:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">I've juz turn 20 last friday....<br /><br />n its sad to sae tat i didnt even get to celebrate it wif my hubby...i've always waited 4 tis dae...hoping to get a suprise...but wat do i get in the end? he's not even interested i guess...haiz...<br /><br />Early in the morning was juz shoutings btw me n him...<br />Its juz not our dae...Or maybe its not My dae..<br />I went out to my granny plc hoping to 4get the incident but it juz hurts alot deep down...<br />He never even bother to call...<br /><br />Ape la nasib aku eh...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Hubby,</strong></span> </div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You're everything I thought you never were</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And nothing like I thought you could have been</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But still, you live inside of me, so tell me how is that?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You're the only one I wish I could forget</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The only one I love to not forgive</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And though you break my heart, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">you're the only one</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And though there are times when I hate you</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">'Cause I can't erase</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">The times that you hurt me and </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">put tears on my face</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And even now, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">while I hate you, it pains me to say</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I know I'll be there at the end of the day</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna be without you, babe</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't want a broken heart</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Don't wanna take a breath without you, babe</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna play that part</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I know that I love you, but let me just say</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna love you in no kind of way, no no</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't want a broken heart</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna play the broken-hearted girl</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No, no, no broken-hearted girl</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">There's something that I feel I need to say</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But up til' now </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I've always been afraid that you would never come around</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And still I wanna put this out</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You say you've got the most respect for me </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But, sometimes I feel you're not deserving of me</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And still, you're in my heart</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But you're the only one</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And yes, there are times when I hate you, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but I don't complain</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">'Cause I've been afraid that you would walk away</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Oh, but now I don't hate youI'm happy to say</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">That I will be there at the end of the day</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna be without you, babe</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't want a broken heart</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Don't wanna take a breath without you, babe</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna play that part</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I know that I love you, but let me just say</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna love you in no kind of way, no no</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't want a broken heart</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna play the broken-hearted girl</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No, no, no broken-hearted girl</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Now I'm at a place I thought I'd never be, ooh</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm living in a world that's all about you and me, yeah</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ain't gotta be afraid,</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">my broken heart is free to spread my wings and</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">fly away, away with you....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna be without my baby</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't want a broken heart</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Don't wanna take a breath without my baby</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna play that part</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I know that I love you, </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but let me just say</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna love you in no kind of way, no no</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't want a broken heart</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I don't wanna play the broken-hearted girl</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No, no, no broken-hearted girl</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Broken-hearted girl</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No broken-hearted girl<br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2913677687709755593?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-22218577605816628822009-06-26T15:09:00.002+08:002009-06-26T15:25:55.290+08:00<div align="justify">Here i am still at Aunty Lya Apartment...</div><div align="justify">aunt lya went out to nenek hse..</div><div align="justify">so left me,Sabrina n hubby...</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Both hubby n sabrina r asleep so here i am</div><div align="justify">blogging...sempat kan...</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I've been goin to the toilet alot recently..n its very the </div><div align="justify">irritating coz bile pergi pun yg klua setitis je....boring..</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Afiq's bdae coming..infact its tomorrow...</div><div align="justify">N i've no present 4 him..wat kind of fren am i..</div><div align="justify">haiz...</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">hey darling,have a nice bdae tomorrow okies..</div><div align="justify">no presents but me always love u....</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAE AFIQ!</strong></span></div><div align="justify">Ur old ment..haha</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">TOmorrow will also be ENZO 8th Bdae...</div><div align="justify">Wish u Panjang umur n MUrah Rezeki always..</div><div align="justify">Be a Good Guy wen u grow up dear!</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>HAPPY BDAE ENZO GUILMART!</strong></span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">tats all i guess 4 todae...i wanna take a nap too...</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Sleep...sleep...sleep..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2221857760581662882?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-70505011422353986352009-06-25T14:29:00.003+08:002009-06-25T15:18:52.770+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SkMkhbF2xwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a5BZPQz1nys/s1600-h/my+family.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351160938872882946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SkMkhbF2xwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a5BZPQz1nys/s320/my+family.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SkMe7ns1LaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FqaFkiqQpFE/s1600-h/me+n+hubby.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351154791864413602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SkMe7ns1LaI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FqaFkiqQpFE/s320/me+n+hubby.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Family now at Park Royal Residence...</div><div>Staying wif Nyah...hehe..</div><div>enjoying the air con...n company like Enzo...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-7050501142235398635?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-15416774983624926212009-06-20T15:48:00.004+08:002009-06-20T16:15:25.089+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SjyZ1RPTw7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/O7bw5tpWqVI/s1600-h/Photo0137.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349319597849035698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SjyZ1RPTw7I/AAAAAAAAAFo/O7bw5tpWqVI/s320/Photo0137.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Sleeping tyme....</div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SjyU-ZR8VfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xlr1tQed-jE/s1600-h/taufik+%26+Sab.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349314257068250610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SjyU-ZR8VfI/AAAAAAAAAFY/xlr1tQed-jE/s320/taufik+%26+Sab.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div align="left">Hubby &amp; Sabrina....</div><div align="left">Same rite the face...</div><div align="left">haha....</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!</div><div align="left">This is the first tyme Hubby celebrating father's day...</div><div align="left">Father's day..here we are at Nenek hse...</div><div align="left">Nyah n Zozo reach Singapore abt 1am tis morning...</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">Even Qais is here wif us todae...</div><div align="left">Kidnap anak AIn kejAP...</div><div align="left">Da besar Qais skg...tp action...</div><div align="left">Asik grumpy aje....</div><div align="left"><br />Now both Qais &amp; Sabrina Sleeping...</div><div align="left">Termasuk la Laki Ku.<br />Hubby been a real help todae looking after the kids...</div><div align="left">Penat..mmg Penat...</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1541677498362492621?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-13223834527715105862009-06-20T03:29:00.001+08:002009-06-20T03:30:56.146+08:00im half way thru...finishing editing soon...<br />haha...it took me a long time to edit it...<br /><br />can u guys gif me ur links...<br />i lost it...sorie....<br /><br />wil update again...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1322383452771510586?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-78219251262832422762009-05-26T01:35:00.002+08:002009-05-26T01:41:14.182+08:00okay..i wonder wat to sae....<br /><br />its been awhile since i left my blog dead...<br />haha...coz i've been real bz...<br /><br />My little Princess da pandai merankak n now always go here<br />go der...<br />very tired....<br />tp sabrina not tired...<br />very hyper active baby....<br /><br />hehe....<br /><br />Hey,B(ain),Fiqah,Afiq,Haikal,yanti....<br />Im really missing ya soooooooooo muccccccccchhhhhh...<br />I cant wait to mit u guys...<br />krg la nyawa ku walaupun krg jauh di mata ku...<br />nak jumpe okay...kol me..aku kol slalu krg tak angkat...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-7821925126283242276?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-4837242870946124022009-02-04T12:30:00.005+08:002009-02-04T12:39:10.432+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYkbRq2jo_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lT0KBI2Brfw/s1600-h/IMG_1933.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298796426952942578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYkbRq2jo_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lT0KBI2Brfw/s320/IMG_1933.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />wer's everybody?<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYkbRQs598I/AAAAAAAAAFI/DLZGk00IQA4/s1600-h/IMG_1938.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298796419933140930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYkbRQs598I/AAAAAAAAAFI/DLZGk00IQA4/s320/IMG_1938.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />im tired mummy...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYka6wDQWVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LPSXIVhSUUE/s1600-h/IMG_1932.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298796033211390290" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYka6wDQWVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LPSXIVhSUUE/s320/IMG_1932.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />yes?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYka60827EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/n6nlkAlr-ds/s1600-h/IMG_1922.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298796034526735426" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYka60827EI/AAAAAAAAAE4/n6nlkAlr-ds/s320/IMG_1922.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Dun play with me or esle.....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYka6jCQPUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zc3nyCAb6k8/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298796029717527874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYka6jCQPUI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zc3nyCAb6k8/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYkaU1rXShI/AAAAAAAAAEo/au3mxBsIggI/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298795381886765586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SYkaU1rXShI/AAAAAAAAAEo/au3mxBsIggI/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>this is how i slip...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-483724287094612402?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-51881207329884830602009-01-31T23:56:00.002+08:002009-02-01T00:05:46.369+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Sabrina having her switdreams now....n so here i am blogging<br />hehe*Smile*<br /><br />Being a mother....hmmm..<br /><br />its really fun to play ard wif her...<br />coaxing her wen she nids me...<br />seeing her smiles all day...<br />wake up at nite juz to feed her....<br />watching her grow as days goes by...<br /><br />It may be tiring...but worthwhile....<br /><br />will update again soon..coz my sister wants her laptop back<br /><br />chaoz!<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-5188120732988483060?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-35615146837866651212008-12-18T00:13:00.002+08:002008-12-18T01:11:36.144+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">I went to Terminal 3 todae wif Ibu&amp; Jana &amp; Mak Mok's Family...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">(As Usual,HE was not home the whole dae...)</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">We bought Sabrina der to have a walk...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">Really njoy ourselves eventhough it was</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">a tiring trip as ibu insist on finding the garden...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">But in the end we still cant find the place...PELIK...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">We Went to Hav dinner at Popeye's....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">n den continue walking to find ibu's garden...hehe...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">Round n Round we went...i was so tired..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">N finally,MakMok says...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">"Balikla...tak jumpe2 je.."</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">Hah!tat was wat im waiting for...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;">Home we r at ard 8.30pm...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-3561514683786665121?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-6940071848415026522008-12-15T00:52:00.002+08:002008-12-15T01:10:59.079+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Gosh..im really tired from todae outing....<br /><br />I was so bored at home tat i kept on finding sum1 to go out wif...<br />Call my frens..But Busy..<br />At last..i went out wif my cousin..BOBO<br />Its not as fun but at least i went out...<br /><br />i bought sabrina a dress...cute....<br /><br />Im waiting for jobs reply at the moment...<br />I really wanna get a job fast...<br />n its really hard getting 1 now...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">My FRENS....</span><br /><br />i wanna go out n spent time wif u guys..<br />SO went u're free please kal me...<br />I really wanna forget everything tat's happenin btw me n him..<br />Im juz tired thinkin abt it wenever im alone...<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-694007184841502652?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-7985681882048011732008-12-13T23:33:00.002+08:002008-12-13T23:46:12.868+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">He did sum how call me up n ask me to go bck home...<br />Was really glad...at first...<br />But our conversation end up wif arguments still....<br /><br />Im not sure if he's sincere or nt...<br />but i juz cant make myself hurt again...n i really cnt...<br /><br />I noe we will juz be fine in a dae or 2....<br />but will we still be the same like we use to be?<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-798568188204801173?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-45609788777676388662008-12-12T23:46:00.002+08:002008-12-13T00:04:01.081+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">im running in my own world of fantasy.....<br /><br />I was wondering wat wrong hav i done n wat have i<br />not done as a wife?<br /><br />You treated me like as if i do not hve any feelings...<br />Do u realise tat u've hurt my feelings even more n more..<br /><br />Every night i do pray tat tomorrow wld b a good dae 4 us...<br />But wat do i get early in the mornin is ur hateness...<br />It has been goin on n on for daes...dont u ever realise it?<br /><br />Every night tears wld roll down my cheeks n wenever it does..<br />I wld always try to hate u but i juz cant n i dunnoe y..<br />in fact i wld even love u more...<br /><br />i wanna run away as far as i can...<br />As far as i can...away from u...<br />But it will only make me misses u n remember u...<br /><br />I was always wondering how wld u do without me by ur side?<br />Will u feel lost?<br />Will u even think abt wat am i doin?<br />Will u miss the times i would be der by ur side?<br />.....like i have always do?<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-4560978877767638866?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-44223131921318401252008-12-04T20:02:00.003+08:002008-12-04T20:31:51.353+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/STfNB5_UevI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jhJ-MGGkuK4/s1600-h/sleepy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275910921117793010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/STfNB5_UevI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jhJ-MGGkuK4/s320/sleepy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/STfNBkUSw_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_ZZiP7R5m7w/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275910915300180978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/STfNBkUSw_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/_ZZiP7R5m7w/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/STfNBIQdLAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/idIgpDyEHbI/s1600-h/sabrina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275910907767892994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/STfNBIQdLAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/idIgpDyEHbI/s320/sabrina.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-4422313192131840125?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-61360585670400336662008-12-03T23:47:00.001+08:002008-12-03T23:47:27.751+08:00HUbby"s<br /><br /><br /><a style="BORDER-RIGHT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: blue 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: blue 0px solid" href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say"><img alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_gemini_txt.gif" border="0" /></a> <p>Lets101 Quizzes - <a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes">Fun Quiz</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-6136058567040033666?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-21134471964253590702008-12-03T23:45:00.001+08:002008-12-03T23:45:37.575+08:00<a style="BORDER-RIGHT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: blue 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: blue 0px solid" href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say"><img alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_cancer_txt.gif" border="0" /></a> <p>Lets101 Quizzes - <a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes">Fun Quiz</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2113447196425359070?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-62175545243021582572008-11-30T00:30:00.002+08:002008-11-30T00:34:58.594+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Oh well...Im getting bored here at nenek hse...<br />Sabrina Fast asleep n me still awake...<br />Missing hubby alot...<br /><br />He starting his 1st dae at werk todae...<br />Kat Arnold...<br />He was saying tat he likes the job...<br />But i was wondering if he would last in this job...<br />Hehe..<br /><br />Tp takpe...Should gif him moral support...<br /><br />esok goin jemputans....da lame tak pegi...<br />haiz...dunnoe wat more to sae..but at least i've updated..hehe<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-6217554524302158257?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-18980136850025170932008-11-04T01:25:00.004+08:002008-11-04T01:44:14.241+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SQ84IApklQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UKwAglmnVgE/s1600-h/PA260581.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SQ84IApklQI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UKwAglmnVgE/s320/PA260581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264488199683872002" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Nur sabrina natasha</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br />im here at nenek hse all alone todae...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">B gone to werk...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Im wondering if he do get home straight?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Sabrina went to mum's place..</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Im wondering wat she's doin...???</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Missing both of u alots.....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">haiz...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">have to go 4 a minor surgery esok....</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">takot i u.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">remember i said abt the hand thingy...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">haiz...mcm2..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">im feeling sleepy but i thought of blogging 2 a little while..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">btw...i cant wait to get a job..</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">as everything now needs money n i really need to help</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">hubby support the family...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Baby,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Ur adorable n eventhough u make ibu wakes up in the</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">middle of the nite alot..i still loves u lots..</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">make sure u do behave at nenek hse or she wont help me</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">look after u again...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" >TO my lovely frens,Ain B,Haikal,Fiqah...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" >im looking 4ward to have an outing wif u guys wif my baby</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" >real soon...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">hehe...</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1898013685002517093?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-12767292499122439612008-10-24T17:47:00.003+08:002008-10-24T18:05:13.475+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">the dae tat i've been waiting for have finally arrived..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">My little princess was finally out on 16.10.2008.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">At 0414 morning.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">here the story goes...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I was supposed to go 4 a check up on the 15 oct at ard 3pm.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">B4 tat dae i actually have a brown discharge.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">wen i went in to c the doctor i told her abt the discharge..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">she check me n she say...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"ok Julie,ur cervic is already 2-3 cm open. u wanna wait for ur waterbag to burst </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">or we break the waterbag 4 u?"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">n me can still say..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ok..y don we juz carry on."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I was admitted tat evening.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">B4 tat the doctor told me tat by morning i will give birth.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">n the stupid me..ingatkn pagi aru beranak jd kn still relaks.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">hah..byk punye relax..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i was sent to the ward at ard 7.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">check baby heart beat for abt an hour.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Den...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"B,i wanna eat mac."</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Nurse</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Ok julie.Ur room at the delivery suite is ready"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">terperanjat beta die buat nye..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i was in the delivery suite for abt 8 hours i guess...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the labour pain...gosh..hanye Allah yg tahu..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I was really lucky tat hubby was der wif me...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i really thank him alot for the support.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">n the smile on his face wen our baby was out..was really</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">meaningful.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Eventhough ur abit tiny but ibu always love u...i will upload her pic once i have them.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Tanz guys for coming to see me n my little one.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1276729249912243961?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-58990162767953006882008-10-08T22:53:00.003+08:002008-10-09T18:13:55.260+08:00<div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">do u realise how long i've been waiting for u</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">to change for the better?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">i really wonder y...</span></strong></div><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">i have always love ya so much...</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">at times it hurts so much to see u like tat...</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">i miss the wae u used to look at me..</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">i miss the wae u used to make me laugh..</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">i miss the wae we do things together..</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Eventhough i was nagging n nagging...</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">u still cld smile...</span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">i miss the hugs n kisses..</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><br /></p><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><p align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">I even miss the wae u would kiss my forehead b4 u keave</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">to werk..</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Dun u realise tat our little one is coming real soon?</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Pls im begging u..u have to change for the sake</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">of our future.....</span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-5899016276795300688?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-49686775043461495462008-10-06T19:41:00.002+08:002008-10-06T19:49:56.472+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">im here at aunt lea plc...im actuallly here since yesterdae...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">well,it was really hard to leave my hubby at home</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">alone but wat can i do...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">coz 1st thing in the morning i have an appt at the hospital</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">4 hand surgery....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">mcm2 kn pompuan kalau mengandung ni...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">lagi2 aku...2 sakit la..ni sakit la...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">hehe...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">But the surgery was post poned in a mth time...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">as doctor were afraid aku terbranak nanti...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">tp sedih nanti lepas hand surgery takle angkat baby..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">jd ter pakse la hubby ku blaja ye care2 nk jage baby..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">in the afternoon after picking enzo up frm skool..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">we went shopping actually...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">penat tapi nk jln...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">went to get a few baby things...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">frm 4 sampai la kul 7 kite pat paragon...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">btw im missing my hubby alot...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">eventhough we always have arguements tis few daes...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">i still miss him alot...haiz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">im spending another nite here...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">wonder if hubby coming tonite...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">hopefully...</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-4968677504346149546?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-55263203888726818802008-09-20T21:52:00.002+08:002008-09-20T21:57:44.267+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;">here i am blogging as im alone at home...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Bored...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Hubby went to werk....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Qais baby not here anymore...missing him..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">been wondering wat will he be doing now....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">haiz....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Chatting on msn wif my cousie...Delphina</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Hu can wait to see me n my big tummy....hehe</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Will mit u soon....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Ibu n JAna went to Geylang to look for</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Baju raya...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Isnt it tat fast..??</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">oklah..wanna watch rahsia perkahwinan...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">chaoz</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-5526320388872681880?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-37620241331300604102008-09-08T19:57:00.003+08:002008-09-08T20:09:04.534+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Juz finish eating....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">While waiting 4 hubby to come bck...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">let juz blog 4 awhile...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">been having sleep less nite..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Qais been having fever n its goin high each dae..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Sent him to see the doctor in the morning...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">n he seem to be abit better...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br />he's sleeping now....<br /><br />n guess i've to get ready as B wanna go hospital to<br />visit farouk mum...<br />mesti ikut..nanti die ke lain pulak...<br /><br />chaoz..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-3762024133130060410?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-30800819997213647092008-09-05T08:05:00.001+08:002008-09-05T08:06:50.476+08:00ok yan...tanz 4 editing my blogskin...<br />haha..aku suke...<br />very nice....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-3080081999721364709?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-16660850022611322912008-08-03T22:42:00.003+08:002008-08-03T23:05:16.007+08:00<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">I dont have any idea abt wat to blog actually..</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">but i wanna update...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Im leaving under my in-laws hse now...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Calling her "IBU" was abit funny actually...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Well,im not used to call her tat kn...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">but im sure i will be used to it soon....</span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">the weather is very hot nowadays...</span></strong></div><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">n it's really HOT ment...!!!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">I cant get to sleep at nyte...</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">always complaining to hubby...but wat can he do?!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">hehe...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">I will come bck with more pixs next time..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Chaoz!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1666085002261132291?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-4067689896897799592008-08-01T14:29:00.003+08:002008-08-01T15:04:21.053+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SJK1PKwHWnI/AAAAAAAAADE/mqLXVvaYlaM/s1600-h/310708.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229441389519395442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SJK1PKwHWnI/AAAAAAAAADE/mqLXVvaYlaM/s320/310708.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>31st July 2008</strong><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Im married to Taufik.</strong></div><br /><div><strong>well, im somebody's wifey now...</strong></div><br /><div><strong>N its 4 real...</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">To my dearly Husband...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Terime kasih kerna byk bersabar dgn i,</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">eventhough i salah u tetap kasi i menang..</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">i kasi u marah selalu tp u tetap sygkn i...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">i salahkn u wen i noe its not ur fault at all..</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">i hope u forgive me 4 all tat...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">n lastly,tanz 4 loving me till todae....</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I love u B...N i noe i will always do..</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">We may have conflicts along the wae but ur always </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">close to my heart...</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Big thanks to my family 4 making it happen...</strong></div><br /><div><strong>Even thought its not a big event but it means </strong></div><br /><div><strong>alot to me...</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>Thanks to my besFrens...Afiq,Ain &amp; Fiqah</strong></div><br /><div><strong>Wanted u guys to be der n yeah...</strong></div><br /><div><strong>u guys were really der 4 me...</strong></div><br /><div><strong>Love u guys..</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>My photographer...dun 4get the pix ok..</strong></div><br /><div><strong>hehe...</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-406768989689779959?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-59862688357260599992008-07-07T12:30:00.005+08:002008-07-07T12:35:42.231+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SHGc1h3HpFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YJS2pUN9eoc/s1600-h/IMG_0614.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220125886535672914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SHGc1h3HpFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YJS2pUN9eoc/s320/IMG_0614.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SHGcmrIFFsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Zea-sKN3Zes/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220125631324690114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SHGcmrIFFsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Zea-sKN3Zes/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SHGcd2rzw0I/AAAAAAAAACs/n6_cLBALjPg/s1600-h/IMG_0726.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220125479808516930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SHGcd2rzw0I/AAAAAAAAACs/n6_cLBALjPg/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SHGcSsvUQ-I/AAAAAAAAACk/CEuJYP2YFuk/s1600-h/IMG_0617.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220125288160314338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/SHGcSsvUQ-I/AAAAAAAAACk/CEuJYP2YFuk/s320/IMG_0617.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-5986268835726059999?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-86559082491904475222008-07-07T12:20:00.002+08:002008-07-07T12:30:09.380+08:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;">while waiting for hubby..sempat jugak aku blog...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">im here at b hse again...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">todae will be goin bck to pasir ris...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">todae im goin to amp to collect the letter to select the date for</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">our marriage..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Gosh...im getting married...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">can u believe it?!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">haha...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Btw i wen for scan last mth...n guess wat it shows?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Baby GIRL...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Oh ya..gonna take qais again todae...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the parents was like saying </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">we will pay u 200-250 a mth..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">wat can i do?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">but to take qais bck...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-8655908249190447522?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-51886091525200143742008-06-10T03:53:00.002+08:002008-06-10T04:12:48.972+08:00I've been staying over at B's Place 4 abt 2 weeks plus now i guess...<br />Being near to him was always wat i wanted...<br />We have less arguments...n i can always see him everyday...<br /><br />B's Mum...<br /><br />People were saying tat we have to beware of Mother In Laws...<br />Ok...<br />Pandangan pertame..mmg seram...<br />She would shout "TAUFIK" "NUR JANNAH" early in the morning...<br />haha...but wat i noe abt my future Mother In Law is tat...<br />Die Seorang Ibu yg Tabah menghadapi dugaan...<br />Walaupun die marah2 tp die penyabar...<br /><br />Staying wif them have been great actually...even though B selalu tido...<br />Janah selalu temankn...<br />My new fren...haha<br /><br /> i've been looking after qais again...<br />n i will be giving them qais back by next week...<br />as i will be goin 4 my course...<br /><br />Btw i.ve been 4getful of late...n tis time real bad...<br />i don even remember my frens numbers.....im i felt like goin crazy..<br />main asl bole picit je...<br />suare mcm2 klua..haha<br /><br />oklah..wanna wait 4 my Hubby Outside...<br />Nite!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-5188609152520014374?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-28320410308256917012008-05-12T01:17:00.002+08:002008-05-12T01:24:40.306+08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Todae is Happy Mother's DAy...<br /><br />I was at home sleeping as my family postpone our<br />outing to be next week...<br /><br />At ard 5.30pm B called..<br />Suruh siap la g2 ikut die nye side g mkn...<br />paisey pe..at first..pas2 da kene marah pegi je la uma die..<br /><br />We went to eat at popeye's...<br />At T3...Sedap..<br />It was Abg Yan Treat For Ibu...<br />we actually took alots of pix..<br />tp syg the pix not wif me wif Jana..<br /><br />tat was the first tyme goin out wif them..<br />At first i do feel abit uneasy..bt after all it was extremely fun...<br />Was laughing all dae..<br /><br />tats all for todae...<br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2832041030825691701?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-32197075724695456552008-05-10T00:47:00.003+08:002008-05-10T00:53:09.038+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I reach home abt half an hour ago..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Yes i noe its late...but meeting LOVE is ok..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Lambat pun takpe..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">BUT....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">he called me ard 6plus...waking me n asking me to mit him..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">im like lazy so i juz tell LOVE after mahgrib...n he agree..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">so he was supposed to pick me up at home..n i waited..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">pas2 ard 8 plus he called..ask to mit him up at bdk int.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">boring kn..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Aku tak suke tau org tukar2 plan..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">but i still went out n mit him der..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">da jumpe takpe...ngn kwn2 die..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">pas2 aku mcm tonggol(wat's dat werd) kat situ..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">geram kn...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">pas2 nk marah aku ckp muke aku yg cm shit.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">die yg cm shit..geram tau..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">Den after tat go 7/11 der...jumpe kwn2 lagi...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">takpe..pas2 suruh aku balik..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">haiz...cekek darah btol laki aku ni..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">okla..tats all..haha..</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-3219707572469545655?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-87849372555860509232008-05-09T10:42:00.004+08:002008-05-09T10:50:48.984+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;">im bored at home..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">was supposed to go out with B mum but tak jadi..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">haiz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">i wake up early ok todae...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">kul 8 lebih da bangun...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">itupun psl nk klua kalau tak jgn harap la..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">hehe...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">I miss my bestie's haiz...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Yesterdae talk to haikal on the phone..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">2 jam lebih pe...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Talk abt my life his life...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">all the things tat we cld catch up on..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Todae Ain got family chalet n hopefully B let me</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">go...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">I really wanna mit u guys up..n catch things up tat we have been missing..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">The Four of Us really have alot to catch up to...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">N Fiqah not forgetting u..SOrry abt tat dae...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">alah..u noe my Hubby at times angin..hehe...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Will mit u guys soon...real soon..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Wats Life without Them...They r everything to me eventhough we</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">are far away..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Jauh di mata dekat di hati...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">hehe...:)</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-8784937255586050923?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-64408910195706837342008-03-31T01:26:00.003+08:002008-03-31T01:31:00.545+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">only Allah noes wat im thinking now...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">I dunnoe wat am i gonna do wif u...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">I wanna keep u and i really do...</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">But i juz dunnoe y others juz wont let u be wif me?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">Y?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">B always having fun..</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">Does he think wat i think abt wats gonna happen 2morrow?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">haiz.....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">Wat do i do now?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">Im reallly confused....</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-6440891019570683734?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-63168868425221534702008-03-31T01:26:00.000+08:002008-03-31T01:27:20.191+08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-6316886842522153470?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-22507232539176978132008-03-15T14:58:00.004+08:002008-03-15T15:04:05.262+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/R9t0yS7Gr_I/AAAAAAAAACU/8ew7Sx4ZE9E/s1600-h/julie4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177860604014538738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/R9t0yS7Gr_I/AAAAAAAAACU/8ew7Sx4ZE9E/s320/julie4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/R9t0sC7Gr-I/AAAAAAAAACM/gOTPtq5h3RQ/s1600-h/julie3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177860496640356322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/R9t0sC7Gr-I/AAAAAAAAACM/gOTPtq5h3RQ/s320/julie3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/R9t0mS7Gr9I/AAAAAAAAACE/nM61PtiRotA/s1600-h/julie2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177860397856108498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/R9t0mS7Gr9I/AAAAAAAAACE/nM61PtiRotA/s320/julie2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/R9tz4y7Gr8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/q_Ph1iOdSoY/s1600-h/julie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177859616172060610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/R9tz4y7Gr8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/q_Ph1iOdSoY/s320/julie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2250723253917697813?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-76712302971262097702008-03-09T21:39:00.003+08:002008-03-14T15:36:02.773+08:00I've started werk recently at a Law firm company..<br />Werking der as a temporary staff as junior clerk<br />its really hard actually..<br /><br />Well, time pass by so fast...its already march now..<br />I miss my bestie which i haven't really hang out 4 a long t ime..<br />Im really sorie guys...I hope u understand me..<br /><br />I miss qais...i dunnoe y its difficult to see u now..<br />Maybe ur step father juz dun like it huh?<br />I dunnoe..<br /><br />B havent found a job yet...hopefully he's gonna find one soon..<br />Ok..Gtg now..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-7671230297126209770?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-25708590504485057832008-02-08T23:02:00.000+08:002008-02-08T23:04:21.532+08:00Happy Lunar new year !<br /><br />Hahaa...im bored bck home...<br />Shifted to nenek hse now...<br />Dunnoe wen im seeing my gd frens...<br />I miss u so..<br /><br />Fiqah i read ur blog tau...<br />tak baik u kate i cm g2 tau..<br /><br />Hehe...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2570859050448505783?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-3508407171668588892007-11-18T06:41:00.001+08:002007-11-18T06:44:40.420+08:00im hanging ard bck wif my bestie...<br />yeah..tats wat i wanted....<br /><br />i miss my b..since he's not bck here anymore...<br />been home the past few days...gosh...<br /><br />boring u noe...<br /><br />moving house soon now..<br />gonna be abt a mth frm now...<br />dun noe yet wer will i be moving to...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-350840717166858889?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-70847572071180430102007-11-09T12:15:00.000+08:002007-11-09T12:19:17.492+08:00at last im bck to my world of blogging....<br /><br />its been months...<br />n im gonna clean the dust away...<br /><br />hehhe<br /><br />im not werking anymore...<br />home sweet home...<br /><br />boring ok.....bosan gile nye...<br />btol2..no new story today...saje nk hidupkn balik blog ni....<br /><br />get bck here esk ehk...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-7084757207118043010?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-81360839658129817962007-08-09T06:05:00.000+08:002007-08-09T06:16:58.145+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Aku gagal sekali lagi tanpa jangkaan ku...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Selame ni Insan yg selalu bertahta di hati</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Rupa nya jauh disisi.....</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Dia lah tempat utk aku mengadu nasib...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Dia lah tempat utk aku bermanja....</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Dia lah yg mengajar ku utk hidup berdikari...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Instead He's everything to me...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>I wonder wer have i gone wrong?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>I wonder if u were to love a person does</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>her past really bothered u?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Y is it always me tat will be left behind?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Everything tat i done.....i wonder wat i left out....?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>It really irritates wen ppl talk abt me....</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>I really wonder wat dey get from tat...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>What do they gain?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>DOes making me miserable make dem happy?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Oh Gosh..im really wondering Y?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Y wont i Just go away from him...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>I just cant leave him...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>I DO LOVE HIm...Of coz i Do....</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>Tapi cinta yg selame ni ku beri tidak pernah terbalas</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><em>dgn seikhlas hati nya...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-8136083965812981796?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-21453655553127804442007-08-01T19:53:00.000+08:002007-08-01T19:59:25.066+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>im off todae..but still home doin nuthing...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>waiting for B since yesterdae but yet to</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>hear from him...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>So bored home alone...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Ders a different wen his not ard me...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>i feel like abit weird..</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>so used to having him here at home...but</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>wen he deceded to go home i juz felt lyk crying...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>at times i noe i should not be selfish...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>haiz...</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2145365555312780444?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-14550631807996883272007-07-19T20:51:00.001+08:002007-07-19T20:59:10.795+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Im bck from werk....</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>morning shift todae!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>B's grandma juz passed away tis morning..</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Really sad 4 u Bb...but yg da pergi 2 sudah la...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>btw dada wanna mit B parents...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>He was saying...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Ko jgn ingat aku main2...hah...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>aiyoo...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>wat do i do?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1455063180799688327?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-20045587136490545782007-07-06T22:42:00.000+08:002007-07-06T22:47:57.466+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Morning ShiFt for the coming 3 days!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>I was Lucky tat Nina(my manager) gave me morning</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>shift for weekends...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Sorry Kak Liana n Lily!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>haha...keje la krg sampai mlm..</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>I actually enjoyed werking Customer service der...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>eventhough its boring at times...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tanz to Liana for guiding me...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>I 've got like 2 more months to go b4 im a confirm staff..</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>So hopefully im gonna werk hard..</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>COz im sick n tired not doing anything at home...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Ive yet to mit afiq!n I bet i Miz u so...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Klah...i update again when i have the time!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Nyte2!</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2004558713649054578?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-76678739902672381652007-06-30T16:33:00.000+08:002007-06-30T16:42:49.822+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;">im having my off day todae...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And its on a SATURDAE...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">isnt tat great?</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">BUT....im here sitting at home with nothing to do...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Haiyoo..BOred!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Wanna go out but going out tat means i'll be </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">spending...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">N im really tight wif money now...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">B accompanny me at home todae..as he too</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">not werking in the dae..</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Missing my frens...especially my bestie outing...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">BUt no matter wat..I love u guys my frens..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-7667873990267238165?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-67082627587067071992007-06-12T20:09:00.000+08:002007-06-12T20:14:04.251+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;">im Having a bad headache so im gonna make it</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">short here...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i miss Boifie...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">im goin Jb tis sat maybe 4 a week..</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Fiqah...im sorie abt last mondae..</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i totally 4get abt our date as i was bz at </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">nenek house.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">4give me...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-6708262758706707199?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-19337274218712865962007-05-31T05:51:00.000+08:002007-05-31T05:56:36.111+08:00Im home now...wen out to mit mum wif B.<br />after tat wen to Tasha hse to mit up<br />wif B's frens....<br /><br />i donnoe y but i juz cnt get to slip now...<br /><br />B nvr went for IpTT..haiz....<br />Semue kerane terlalu penat....<br /><br />Being wif him juz now was really swit...<br />Wen i was sleeping in the afternoon...<br />he took the blanket juz to cover me up...<br />Kiss me on my forehead n off he goes to do his<br />own things...<br /><br />haiz...really swit of ya...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1933727421871286596?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-11076177358773901462007-05-30T06:02:00.000+08:002007-05-30T06:09:31.238+08:00i was wonderin wat name shld i giv my<br />4 sons..<br /><br />their birth date r on the 280507...<br />Time of birth 0815...<br /><br />haiz...it has been like two three daes n ive<br />yet to name them...<br /><br />anyone any suggestion...?<br /><br />Ook enuf abt them....<br />im tired...its like 0600 in the morning n im not asleep...<br />the bed calling me now...!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1107617735877390146?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-11994648952853277192007-05-26T05:02:00.000+08:002007-05-26T05:16:32.088+08:00i juz finish watching Hikmah 3...<br />n yes i watch it till the end....<br />Believe it or Not...<br /><br />I noe i tertgl di belakang...but its really a nice story...<br /><br />Ook...I noe i havnt been blogging<br />last few days...<br />Bz dgn Pacar gue...hehe..<br /><br />i Guess eventhough we always hav arguements...<br />I noe we still love each other deep down...<br /><br />im waiting 4 him to come bck as dada went overseas...<br />n B's out werking till like 5 am...tp tau aje la<br />Taufik...kalau tak belok2 sblum balik uma bkn die i2..<br /><br />I miss Ein,Afiq,Haikal,Yanti,FIQAH,Nurmah...<br /><br />I wanna Mit u guys!<br /><br />Oh ya n i 4got Az...I miss ya 2 lady!<br /><br />Btw...i've been thinking abt B...<br />28 haribulan ni mungkin hari sedih buat aku...<br />haiz....<br /><br />I dun wanna Make any Promises To u...<br />Tp selagi Hati ni ade pade mu<br />Kn ku Tetap menunggu mu sampai bile2...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-1199464895285327719?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-56073314305020430362007-05-09T11:30:00.000+08:002007-05-09T12:51:31.821+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Seriously, i juz Don understand the relationship im going thru now...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">all relationship is sure to go thru ups n downs...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But Mine...Y is it Always like going down n down....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Or maybe its juz me hu feel tat wae...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">He kept saying tat im rubbish...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">im having a guy behind him...im goin out wif guys..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">he take it as if im lyk a whore to him...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Am i?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I slept mum house last mondae n my hp batt</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">was Fcuking Low...I didnt even call him..n der the next dae</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">he nags at me as if i did a bIG No nO..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">mum Telling me tat i have to leaRn To Let Go...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Ppl always have problems after breaking up is bcoz </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">dey nvr learn to let GO the other person...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But Mine...We nVr sae tat We're Breaking Up...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">ok Watever...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But if u really Love tat person im sure u wld do anything 4 </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">him ryte...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Haiz..Now About FaMily...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">How I Really Wish i wld hav a perfect Family...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Having Both mum n Dad at home...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">having them to understand n even be the closest Fren..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But instead dey r lyk putting me in a stead wer i have</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">to choose to be on which side...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I love them alot n of course i love my sisters too...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">but wen will dey juz be grown ups n stop fighting...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">i too wanna live with my sisters..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">wer we can talk,laugh ,cry....being together in 1 hse...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">isnt it great?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I juz Hate Life at Times...haiz...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">But 1 thing i have always remember....</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">we may face HArdship but there's ppl Out der who's</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Facing More n even Harder Harships den us...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">aLways Think tat Y cn Other Ppl Survive??</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Y cnt i?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">We Will Always be wat we waNNA be if we plan </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Nvr to Be a Failure In life...Ryte...?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Semue Yg berlaku Pasti Ade Hikmahnya...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-5607331430502043036?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-50255749951952496292007-05-07T15:10:00.000+08:002007-05-07T15:30:49.532+08:001. How old will you be in 3 months?<br />-18 Years 21 DAys<br /><br />2. Do you think you will get marriedby then?<br />-Wat Do u THink ?<br /><br />3. What do you look forward to most inthe next 3 months?<br />-Problems Gone & Nvr Look Bck Again<br /><br />5. Who was the last person to call you?<br />-My Dada<br /><br />6. Do you prefer to call or text?<br />-Call Wld b easier<br /><br />7. Do you have any pets?<br />-Yup<br /><br />8. What were you doing at 12am lastnight?<br />-Lying n Singing in my bedrm.<br /><br />9. Are your parentsmarried/separated/divorced?<br />-Divorced<br /><br />10. When is the last time you saw yourmom?<br />-Last week i guess<br /><br />11. What happened at 11:00a.m?<br />-Y muz it be at 11 am? werk lahh!<br /><br />14. Do you prefer shoes, socks, orbare feet?<br />-Anything is fine<br /><br />15. Are you a social person?<br />-AM i?<br /><br />16. What was the last thing you ate?<br />-Fish Soup<br /><br />21. Do you like coffee?<br />-once In A while Shud b Ok<br /><br />24. Would you rather sleep withsomeone else or alone?<br />-Can I slip Wif my B?<br /><br />25. Do you sleep on a certain side ofthe bed?<br />-Yup<br /><br />36. Do you prefer a window seat or anaisle seats?<br />-Window Of Coz!<br /><br />37. Describe where you are right now?<br />Werk Place<br /><br />38. Are you thinking of someone rightnow?<br />-Im Always Thinkin<br /><br />39. Who was the last person to text message you?<br />-My Boifie..Eventhough Its juz "Cal I"<br /><br />40. Who do you wanna be with right now?<br />-My Bs..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-5025574995195249629?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-48431290314367579382007-05-07T11:41:00.000+08:002007-05-07T12:06:21.440+08:00<div align="left">i<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Started the Dae of todae at 7am...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">n yes i woke up at 7 wen my alarm wen on...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">im having sleepless nite tis few daes...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">n i've been thinking real much i guess...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">i've been thinking abt him..family n frens...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">aku cm rase yg aku aru je terlelap jam da </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">bunyi kul </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">7....haiz...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">werking todae...n here i am at werk...</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Last Saturdae...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i woke up at 10 as B wanted To pay all the saman </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and insurance motor...n yesh i get up juz to follow him...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but wen he reaches home he play ard wif laptop</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">till like 12 plus... </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">n now the LTA is close...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Den we decided to walk to Compass juz to </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Check at SAM machine wats the price of all the saman..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">n yesh we pay..not all but some...</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">After tat we went </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">bck home as i was supposed to </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">get ready for Chalet</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">at pasir ris while b has to gt ready to </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">go werk </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">N yesh wen </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i reach the chalet it was damn bored...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Well im not close to tat side of Family...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I miss Delphi alot n der we were again sticking ard </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">each other.. </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">time pass by...n we had bbq...eat n eat n eat....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i Met Aleeya...Luqman's Wife...Which make her</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">my cousin in law..is it?</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">haha...dunnoe la...SHe </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">very the Kecoh...</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">24 years old n SHe Lyks 18 years Old...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But she's very swit...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We cousins ended up sitting in the room while waiting</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">4 the adults to finish their mahjong section...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Reach home at ard 3am...off i went to bed...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">N todae....guess shud be Heading Home after Werk...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">No money..No talk!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-4843129031436757938?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-63023890283376904442007-05-02T14:31:00.000+08:002007-05-02T14:42:48.303+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Juz Came bck From Lunch....</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Ate Mee Soup at the hawker centre wif</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Juliet n off Round vivo city to digest the food...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">N Bck to the Office....</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tis Week Werk Schedule Will Be </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Wed(2May), Thurs(3May), Fri(4May).....</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Next Week Ntah Ehk...But i will Probably starts on </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Tuesdae I guess...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Been Thinking Abt B...He's Asleep at Home..</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i noe its my fault to let him be at home wen im away at werk...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">now its difficult to wake him up...n he's Werking at 4...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Gosh!....</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i Will only leave at 6...how the hell am i gonna wake him up...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">aiyoo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">oh ya..Im Missing school lately...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">how i wish i was schooling...n not werking...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-6302389028337690444?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-26886720360009953852007-04-30T18:45:00.000+08:002007-04-30T18:48:07.197+08:00Gosh im juz bored to death....<br />i've been wanting to go out n have lots of FUn!<br />When?<br /><br />I've been Uptight mif Money!<br />wer the hell cn i go....<br /><br />haiz...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2688672036000995385?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-29028024830993608482007-04-27T16:23:00.000+08:002007-04-27T17:00:17.721+08:00im at werk plc..n im finishing lyk 6pm..<br />hopefully B come to pick me up..<br />haiz...tau2 saje la si taufik 2...<br /><br />Oh ya..im planing to go <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>langkawi</strong> </span>actually...<br />but i dunnoe if i have enuf money by the middle<br />month of may...<br /><br />Hopefully yes...Cause i view the websites...<br />n yes its calling me 2 be der...<br />But hu am i Goin wif?<br />B? Frens?<br />Ntah...<br /><br />Oh ya nid to find a new job soon...<br />Cause i dun wanna stay here...<br />Well dey r nice to me except 4 1 BIG BRUANG!!<br />I hate u n i really do...i dun care if ur the big boss...<br />i dun care abt ur shit....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-2902802483099360848?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-7187435614115818112007-04-22T00:33:00.000+08:002007-04-22T00:48:14.939+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/Rio-QeMIWJI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Ev17xu60PY/s1600-h/wak.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055921984379574418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/Rio-QeMIWJI/AAAAAAAAABs/5Ev17xu60PY/s320/wak.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I Love My BoiFIe!<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Happy 12 Anniversary B!</strong></span><br />I miss..Love n Hate u Soo Much!<br /><br />im juz getting bored here at home<br />while waiting 4 everyone to gt home!<br /><br />i left my wallet at werk plc..bodoh kn<br />mmg sentiase bodoh...<br /><br />okla..am lazy to blog actually..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-718743561411581811?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-36561889779365414022007-04-16T12:14:00.000+08:002007-04-16T12:21:54.856+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL5yFShSII/AAAAAAAAABM/MXbtX_glXGo/s1600-h/Uncle+wan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053876370671749250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL5yFShSII/AAAAAAAAABM/MXbtX_glXGo/s320/Uncle+wan.jpg" border="0" /></a> unle wan posing..<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL5O1ShSHI/AAAAAAAAABE/A-NUMBTrEJo/s1600-h/Pixca+peek007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053875765081360498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL5O1ShSHI/AAAAAAAAABE/A-NUMBTrEJo/s320/Pixca+peek007.jpg" border="0" /></a> dey sembelih the lembu..</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL5IFShSGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xMNyYhAXpfY/s1600-h/Pixca+peek003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053875649117243490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL5IFShSGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xMNyYhAXpfY/s320/Pixca+peek003.jpg" border="0" /></a>bunga dan telur</div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL471ShSFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M4h6N2atHJw/s1600-h/Me+n+her.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053875438663845970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL471ShSFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/M4h6N2atHJw/s320/Me+n+her.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />aku cute kn...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL4ylShSEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nKBKuS-zyvM/s1600-h/Julie+n+ferlyn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053875279750056002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL4ylShSEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nKBKuS-zyvM/s320/Julie+n+ferlyn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL4fVShSDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7TNFFcoN34c/s1600-h/Me.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053874949037574194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL4fVShSDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7TNFFcoN34c/s320/Me.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />getting aedy to go tok hse<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL4NFShSCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Xivk8sJX72I/s1600-h/Image(075).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053874635504961570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL4NFShSCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Xivk8sJX72I/s320/Image(075).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />pnat uh<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-3656188977936541402?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-8195156681701360532007-04-16T12:01:00.000+08:002007-04-16T12:13:52.743+08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL3jlShSBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Bh9EeoaaIo0/s1600-h/Image(075).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053873922540390418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RiL3jlShSBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Bh9EeoaaIo0/s320/Image(075).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Was a great but tiring trip...</div><br /><div>this time i went bck to kampung to do</div><br /><div>keje kahwin...</div><br /><div>n tis is the first time im invovle in doing so...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>well..u ppl shld noe me..im lazy ment...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>reach der on fridae night...wen straight to pak long hse...</div><br /><div>slept der.....the next morning, woke up at 7...</div><br /><div>take shower...air dier sejuk giler...as it was raining....</div><br /><div>but terpaksa...i only mandi badan...n beros my badan </div><br /><div>wif sabun okie!</div><br /><div>after breakfast straight went to Tok hussein hse..</div><br /><div>start of wif doin the berkat....tangan penat ok...</div><br /><div>dey have abt 2000 people coming...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>pas2 tolong menolong di dapur..wif all the makciks...</div><br /><div>pas2 at ard 2 cabut...</div><br /><div>me,uncle wan n ferlyn....we went to batu pahat mall..</div><br /><div>well its a new mall....juz jalan2...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>the last dae..tat was yesterdae...</div><br /><div>we reach der at ard 9am..ingat dtg cn juz relek..</div><br /><div>relek abis...need to help summore....</div><br /><div>at ard 10 plus..ppl start to come...n it comes non stop till like 5</div><br /><div>in the afternoon...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>byk mat2 hensem dok...haha...</div><br /><div>tp semua mat kotai...haha..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>left der at ard 6...wait im tired of typing..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Btw..I miss u all ment...</div><br /><div>nari krg da start skola...</div><br /><div>aku tertgl kt uma la ni...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-819515668170136053?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-88777629384802891852007-04-06T16:41:00.000+08:002007-04-06T16:49:55.620+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RhYIh8aCk7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rd85pxFBjvw/s1600-h/B+at+hm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050233411386643378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_swGPizgtM5E/RhYIh8aCk7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/rd85pxFBjvw/s320/B+at+hm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">My Love!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="color:#000000;">Eventhough we been having all tots stupid arguments..</span></div><div>I still love ya lotsa...</div><div> </div><div>U may never be in the mood n<br />ur jealously has become worst...</div><div> </div><div>All i can have is utk bersabar...</div><div> </div><div>B...U may always have the thinking tat im</div><div>having sum1 esle besides u...</div><div>But i dun...</div><div> </div><div>U always sae to me tat those r only werds...</div><div>But to me dey'r not..</div><div> </div><div>I don noe how esle to prove to u tat i love ya...</div><div>U even mean the world to me...</div><div> </div><div>Baby plz...i do love u n i hav always do like b4...</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-8877762938480289185?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-4617251739137857062007-04-05T19:21:00.000+08:002007-04-05T19:26:32.952+08:00since i quited the job at zahara..<br />B has been checking my hp<br />n even holding on to it...<br /><br />yesterdae der a fren of mine...<br />a guy hu msg me n he call him straight away...<br />wth...bt i don care...<br /><br />i dun noe if tis a good sign of him..<br />.<br />will i be hurt again if i were to dedicated myself<br />fully to him again..?<br /><br />will i regret if i do love him all my life?<br /><br />gosh wat do u think?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-461725173913785706?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-71154434626506483342007-04-01T02:23:00.000+08:002007-04-01T02:29:26.249+08:00its been a while since i last blog...<br /><br /><br />Well, i've been werking at Zahara Club 4 a mth now...<br />Werking as a waitress is indeed tiring...<br />And its like 6pm tp 1am...<br /><br />time pass really fast...<br /><br />Frens Family n even boifie doesnt allow me<br />to werk actually....<br /><br />tau aje la kedegilan ku...<br /><br />but i werk 4 fun..seriusly...<br /><br />B has been real irritating coz<br />he's been checkin my hp n always be the<br />first to look or hold the hp wen it rings...<br /><br />I noe u care!<br /><br />but watever it is..i've been missing my Besties!!<br /><br />Ein Afiq Haikal Yanti Fiqah...dan yg lain2...<br />i miss u guys n i always do...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-7115443462650648334?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-61397037331910394382007-02-28T12:18:00.001+08:002007-02-28T12:26:13.413+08:00Okie..I cant stop thinking about u...<br /><br />Yesterdae he msg me,<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">"U i masih sygkn u sey..i tak tau nk uat ape</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#9999ff;">agi..i tau i byk uat salah...U tlg jgn tglkn i plz."</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;">tat sms kept playing thru my mind...haiz...</span></em><br /><em>i nvr want to leave u b...</em><br /><em>i miss u so...hopefully we will get thru this argument</em><br /><em>really fast.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>i maybe harsh but i noe im not inside..</em><br /><em>i still love u...but we juz have to be used not </em><br /><em>to have each other by our side...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>FIqah...i will be okay soon i guess..</em><br /><em>its juz part of relationship tat we have arguments</em><br /><em>ryte?</em><br /><em>even though we hav more arguments den other relationship...</em><br /><em>haiz...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>im juz living in denial...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-6139703733191039438?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-2578606463403456342007-02-27T14:54:00.000+08:002007-02-27T15:05:17.518+08:00Guys,<br />do u realize that the girl who is holding<br />onto u now is PERFECT in her own special way?<br /><br />The way she laughs..<br />The way she sleeps..<br />The way she sulks..<br />The way she smiles..<br />The way she cries..<br />The way she thinks of you..<br />The way she tries to please you...<br />The way she sacrifices for you..<br />The way she wants to understand you..<br />The way she's lovin you with all her heart!<br /><br />Always remember that.<br /><br />She can always get up and walk away,<br />getting someone else who can loves her more.<br />There might be someone out there..<br />who is willing to love her more than you are loving her now,<br />fulfill her every needs and loves heras much as she loves you.<br />or maybe loves her more than she loves you..<br />but definitely lovin her more than u do!<br /><br />For all you know,<br />there's already might be someone out<br />there wooing her,be it from a distance or as a gentleman..<br />but she is rejecting,coz she believes in perfect love..<br />for whom she will share her joys n tears together..<br />for whom she will promise to be faithful..<br />for whom she will commit herself into you..<br /><br />To her,you're her perfect love!<br /><br />Understand that.<br /><br />Guys,<br />you might be thinking that the love is fading..<br />you can't find the freshness between the two of you..<br />everything is stale to you now..<br />everywhere seems the same to you..<br />you said "been there done that".<br />so u went n look for another...<br /><br />Imagine this..<br /><br />Behind her back,you're hugging and kissing another girl..<br />When you see her today,u do the same..<br />but you still see love in her eyes..<br />while others are just some flings.<br /><br />Do you feel the hurt?<br />Can you feel the guilt?<br /><br />For you must know..every new thing brings an excitement to us..<br />only to find the boredoom n sick of it after we're being so used together..<br />She might not be feeling the hurts now,coz she won't know..<br />She might be feeling something's not right,coz she can sense..<br />but she's still holding on to you..<br /><br />NOT becoz she's stupid,<br />NOT becoz she's dumb,<br />NOT becoz she's a fool..<br /><br />but bcoz..<br /><br />she believes u will not break her full-hearted heart..<br />she believes u will not let her tears flow..<br />she believes u will keep your promises..<br />she believes this is love!<br /><br />She loves you not because you are pleasant looking,sweet talker,or that you have 5cs..<br />She loves you for who you are.<br />Your every touch,<br />every word you say,<br />everything you do.<br /><br />She was born here inperfect..everyone does!<br />Only what she wants from u is almost perfect!<br />and she knows she can't do it alone...it needs two hands to clap...<br /><br />Guys,<br />For her,being the upmost girlfriend is to endure<br />your every moves,<br />your every moodswings,y<br />our every words..and actions.<br /><br />Even dealing with the most unbearable pain<br />she will bear it for your sake..<br />but once she knows that the time is up,<br />she will leave you..<br /><br />with the most unforgettable painful memories u both had,<br />from the sweetest to the very last moment she had to leave,<br />bcoz of ur doings..<br /><br />Guys,<br />Cherish and appreciate your girl.<br />Don't break her fragile heart.<br />She is the only one who can loves you this way.<br />You won't wanna regret letting go of that special girl you have.<br /><br />For everything she has done for you,<br />the least you can do is to give her unconditional love<br />as she has given to you..coz u should know,<br />her love and sacrifice doesn't mean forever,<br />when she had finally realised..you don't worth her love,<br />she will leave u for the one who well-deserved her love..<br /><br />Guys,<br />dun ever leave the one u love,for the one u like..<br />coz one day..<br />the one u like will leave u,for the one they love...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-257860646340345634?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-81890615578899910412007-02-27T14:45:00.000+08:002007-02-27T14:54:00.385+08:00This few days has been really bad 4 me...<br />haiz...<br /><br />can i cry it out loud?<br />So tat everyone noes how i feel?<br />Can i?<br /><br />Gosh..i always tot tat u were the 1 n only..<br />In my heart u will always be..<br />but y muz i be the one tat u hurt?<br />am i being too selfish?<br /><br />noeing tat u wen to mit HEr is painful enuf..<br />having seeing the pics tat u guys took was even more..<br />have u nvr even a little bit of Love n loyalty 4 me?<br />gosh u took me as a fool...<br /><br />we've been playing this game 4 a long time...<br />dun u feel sick n tired of it...<br />Y wont u explain everything to me?<br />Y wont u tell me wats goin on?<br />Im really hurt...<br /><br />I was so happy tat u gave me a Rose for<br />Valentine...but wat does tat mean to u?<br />NOTHING AT ALL....?<br /><br />i juz donnoe y?<br />I do come bck to u wenever u sae u will<br />change...i trusted u again n again...<br />i wonder if im the stupiest women on earth<br />hu does this?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-8189061557889991041?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1171354539761936802007-02-13T16:09:00.000+08:002007-02-13T16:15:39.773+08:00werking now...n i've got 2 change cabin as they gonna<br />start the renovation phase 1 over at my place...<br />I cant wait to see the new Office...<br />haha..brangan g2 eh...kalau kekal lame pat tempat keje ni...<br /><br />B aku rindu bangat sama kamu...<br />Mana sih kamu pergi?<br />gue suda pakai hp lu tak mau kal...<br />bile takde hp bising,,,,<br />ape saje la...<br /><br />B...Esk 1 year anniversary kite!!!<br />Yeah2!!<br /><br />Oh ya.. not forgetting Fiqah n Farid..<br />My Lalings...Happy 1 year anniversary ya...<br />Hope u guys would go on n on together gether...<br />14 FEb is really a big dae 4 couples...<br />Enjoy ur dae uh...<br /><br />Would der be anithing 4 me 2morrow?<br />Haiz...nothing i guess...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-117135453976193680?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1170919827735977412007-02-08T15:22:00.000+08:002007-02-08T15:45:51.553+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/2286/1600/323332/FiqahLieya.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/2286/320/661319/FiqahLieya.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Nah Amek ko!<br /><br />Hehe..<br /><br />Darling..kite cute kn time skola...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-117091982773597741?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1170919076619858222007-02-08T15:09:00.000+08:002007-02-08T15:17:56.633+08:00This week Love thingy has been wae2<br />Down for me...<br />I decided to read My Horoscope n happen to <br />share it...<br /><br />THis week 5 February - 11 February<br /><br />You're a person who leans into problems. You wish your love life were a ride on a raft down a river of gold from Monday through Wednesday, but chances are it isn't. Apply your attention to the challenge the way you would to a challenge at work or school or anywhere else. Do your best. And don't beat yourself up if the person you like doesn't feel the way you do. No two people feel the same way all the time -- that's part of what's beautiful about being a person. Thursday and Friday you're wise to avoid commitments of any kind, and this weekend you have a date with a very comfortable pillow. <br /><br />Cancerians...Thats for u guys...<br />Takmu la percaye sgt...<br />haha<br /><br />Im Missing my B's...<br />Termasuk kamu TAUFIK AMINALLAH!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-117091907661985822?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1170818236735626912007-02-07T11:09:00.000+08:002007-02-07T11:17:16.736+08:00Im late to werk again todae!!<br />I reach werk plc at 10..<br /><br />im Bored got lotsa werk to do..<br />but b4 starting bck on werk i do blog<br />4 a little while aite..<br /><br />Love been Gone 4 2 days aedy..<br />Dunnoe wat he's up to actually..<br /><br />He once sae to me tat he wants to<br />werk all the wae..n maybe he cant meet me at<br />all..BUt he nvr sae tat he is goin to avoid me..<br />n not contacting me at aLL...<br /><br />Ok i noe im feeling abit more unreasonable..<br />By thinking negative...but he's the one hu makes<br />me think negative...<br /><br />Im really hoping to see him b4 i <br />go to Phuket..Plz...<br /><br />But if its true tat im nvr gonna see u again..<br />Plz dun come bck..Coz i noe i wld accept u n<br />make it as if u nvr did anything wrong..<br /><br />Gosh!!<br /><br />i donnoe Y am i SO WEAK wen im wif u?<br />i really dun understand the meaning of LOVE?<br />I don want to..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-117081823673562691?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1170243914905247962007-01-31T19:41:00.000+08:002007-01-31T19:45:14.946+08:00Here i am Still at my Work place...Im Bored!<br /><br />I juz finish doin my werk n now im<br />sure to head home soon...<br />But Gonna Wait 4 LOVE as he picking me up...<br />Yes he is...<br /><br />Hah!<br /><br />Cant wait 4 2morrow Grad!!!!<br />Missing all my peeps...!!<br />especially u noe hu!!!!!!!!!!<br />wakaka<br /> <br /><br />GONE.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-117024391490524796?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1169911462887049192007-01-27T23:22:00.000+08:002007-01-27T23:24:22.900+08:00Here i am home n im BORED to death!!<br /><br />been trying to call him tp tak dpt...<br />aiyoo....grm nye!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116991146288704919?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1169631430805824632007-01-24T17:33:00.000+08:002007-01-24T17:37:10.826+08:00<strong>Bicara Manis Menghiris Kalbu</strong><br /><br /><br />Satu per satu teman<br />Ada disekeliling mu<br />Satu per satulah jua<br />Tinggalkan diri mu<br />Cumalah aku sahaja<br />Yang masih lagi bertahan<br />Memendam rasa<br /><br /><br />Bulan madu yang indah<br />Sudah sampai kehujungnya<br />Engkau pun mula berubah<br />Dan beralih arah<br />Kata kata manis<br />Tiada lagi ku dengar<br />Hidup ku pula makin tawar<br /><br /><br />Tiap bicara manis<br />Bagaikan selumbar bisa<br />Kau tanam di jiwa<br />Tak terlihat oleh pandangan<br />Mata mu<br /><br /><br />Tiap bicara manis<br />Memujuk dan merayu ku<br />Tak usah berlalu<br />Dan merajuk bawa hati pilu<br /><br /><br />Andai sudah tiba masa<br />Dan tiada jodoh kita<br />Biar kita berpisah...<br />dari merana..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116963143080582463?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1169611641538615882007-01-24T11:56:00.000+08:002007-01-24T12:07:21.613+08:00Im SIck N i juz hate it so much<br />coz my throat hurts lyk <s><span style="font-size:130%;">HeLL</span></s><br />nk telan pun susah la...<br /><br />ish...gram beb!!<br /><br />Gaji aku postpone till next mth eh...<br />seronok g2...<br /><br />B senang2 cari duit eh...27 haribulan ni<br />surat mati...<br /><br />bkn surat pajak eh...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116961164153861588?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1169516094130585872007-01-23T09:16:00.000+08:002007-01-23T09:34:54.143+08:00toDAe was never a dae 4 me i guess...<br />i don noe if i did sumthing wrong?<br />it <s>Sux</s> having tis kind of feeling...<br />have i ever 4get anyone wen i get my pay?<br /><br />plz tell me if i've <span style="font-size:100%;">changed</span>....<br /><br />Have i ever been so stucked up tat i never wanna take<br />out money wen im out?<br /><br />Yes now i am i guess...coz im totally broke..<br />i havnt even gotten my pay yet...<br /><br />i don want any arguments so left the hse without money..<br />my ezlink was left wif 2 lola...n now i hav to survive wif it..<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>B's im sorie...i do wanna mit u guys todae tp aku takde duit...</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>maybe next time aites..</strong></span><br /><br />Im juz Abt TO noe the REal World i think...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116951609413058587?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1169448746838684372007-01-22T14:50:00.000+08:002007-01-22T14:52:26.856+08:00Im having <s>Coffee</s> again....which i hate so much..<br />bluek...but i don noe y i really needed it...aiyoo..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116944874683868437?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1169433481576627522007-01-22T09:59:00.000+08:002007-01-22T10:38:01.596+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">HappIe Anniversary BB!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">Since we patch things up...things have been really smooth </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">ryte Bb? I hopefully HOpe tat We wont juz stop Here...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">but continue To go thru Up n Downs Together...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">Love u Deeply do...=p</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Miss LOVE so much as we haven't been meeting lately...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">we did meet last saturdae...but juz to pass him the Paper..</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">haiz...how i wish i could juz hug u...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Miss ma B's...Oh ya...Haikal was suppose to join us last saturdae..</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">But he's too tired...but watever it is we miss u tau...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">im werking todae...Ein b werking morning shift...n aFiq B werkin afternoon </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">shift...which tats mean we end werk earlier than u...haha..</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Okla...i betta gt bck to werk...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#330033;">Love2..muacks!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116943348157662752?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1169196323121574592007-01-19T15:56:00.000+08:002007-01-19T16:45:23.160+08:00okey...at last im done wif editing my blog layout..<br />hehz...^-^<br /><br />i wanted to changed the lenght of my previous layout<br />but ended up messing it up...<br />n so i decide to change the layout...<br />was looking 4 the best layout wen sudddely i went to<br />delete the previous template without copying it...<br />ok i noe...im CLUMSY...i admit it...<br />But it sux...i didnt even remember any of u guys<br />links...im sorie...<br /><br />Here i am at my werk place...i've been running up n<br />down juz to get a boarding pass 4 EIah n Jean n dey make me<br />go down twice ok...<br />i even have to take the company letters 4 dem so tat make<br />it thrice tat i went up n down...<br /><br />Im hoping to mit Bs todae..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116919632312157459?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1169041904328934472007-01-17T21:41:00.000+08:002007-01-17T21:51:44.330+08:00Went to werk late todae...<br />i Was half an hour late...ish...<br />DEr goes my $3.25....haha...<br />$3 plus still money okey....bole beli mkn kt kedai kopi uh...<br />saye mampu tau...Tapi skg<br />tgh tak mampu....Gaji Lum masuk...haiz...<br />Sesiape sudi ke nk blanje kite yg tak berhasil ni...???<br /><br />Crap...I noe...!<br /><br />Tis 2 days of werk...i Dun really Feel borin as i aLways fEEl..<br />Coz i got lot of werk to do...n answering the phone call<br />is part of my job okey...<br />Da Pass Jadi Minah Operator u...<br /><br /><br />Yanti N Ein B TErima kasih menemani aku hari<br />ini di msn...Kite Syg2 Sgt kt Krg tau...<br />Eventhough we were talkin craps...<br />haha..<br /><br />Im tired now...N LOVE CALLing me..<br />GTG...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116904190432893447?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1168966682579050742007-01-17T00:49:00.000+08:002007-01-17T00:58:02.613+08:00Juz hung up the phone wif ein..<br />n here i am blogging...<br /><br />Well todae is juz not my dae....<br />Wen 2 werk n ders tons of werk 4 me to complete...<br />2 Manpower down in the company...haiz..<br />enuf abt werk....<br /><br />I dress lyk kinda SHit todae....not my hair dae todae...<br />Wen Out wif Ein B todae....<br />Mit up at Bugis....walk to Lavender...<br />N hav dinner at beach road...<br /><br />i duunooe yyy...<br />i juz felt so restless tis fews days...<br />y...<br />Love been getting on my nerves....<br />n i hate tat...<br />Love start werk night shift...<br />n we kind of lack of communication..<br /><br />I juz miss the Old times we do Had TOgether...<br />okok ....ENd it here...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116896668257905074?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1168825680812175172007-01-15T09:43:00.000+08:002007-01-15T09:48:00.826+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/2286/1600/465417/taufik.jpg"></a>im juz missing themm tooo moouuucchhhhh....<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/2286/1600/544693/me%20n%20him.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/2286/1600/949432/farid.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/2286/320/354869/farid.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/2286/1600/632043/my%20boys.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/2286/320/799105/my%20boys.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>the noisy mapeks them....</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116882568081217517?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1168240893303525782007-01-08T14:32:00.000+08:002007-01-08T15:23:59.086+08:00<strong>im Bored here n so...i did a quiz...</strong><br /><strong>i juz tot tat its seems ryte abt me...maybe..</strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Do i noe how to keep my ideal partner?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Trust and security in a relationship are not </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">just hot air for you. You know how to listen </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">to your partner, you are sensitive and also spontaneous.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Sometimes some doubts about you and your partner crop up</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">and you don't feel as strong as you hope you were. You have </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">intensive feelings and you fight to keep your partner,</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">however you are realistic enough to let go when you should. </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Your boyfriend can rely on you when he needs you.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">You stand by your boy when it really counts.</span></strong></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">To my Beloved B's...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">My card running low...Love using the phone as he nid it 4 werk...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">im sorry...but i miss u guys badly!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">wanna go out le...wa boh tahan liao....</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">get bck to u guys asap!!!</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">LOve2..</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116824089330352578?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1167790748938637832007-01-03T10:08:00.000+08:002007-01-03T10:19:08.963+08:00i seems 2 reach werk early todae...<br />8.45 am n here i am...<br />had my breakfast...n surf the net...<br /><br />Firstly....TO B...<br />HappY nEw Year!!<br />Eventhough We nvr spent our New year<br />countdown properly...am juz glad tat im wif u..<br />walaupun u tolak2 the motor..<br />like org gile...<br /><br />Secondly 2 my babies...<br />i love u both...<br />may the new year brings us lucks!<br /><br />btw....Love bike osak...now at the shop...<br />cian love...bt nvr mind...<br />i noe frens will tend to neglect u wen<br />ur wif no transportation....bt its ok...<br />im here...im ur fren too...<br />Learn to take the bas...n other public transport...<br />n Getting home early...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116779074893863783?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1166686134804796522006-12-21T15:01:00.001+08:002006-12-21T15:28:54.830+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;">Werkin now..."Yesh im Always late to werk...."</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i've coming to werk lyk 10 ...11am...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">but im supposed to start werk at 9...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Gosh....betta Kick tat habit OUt of My LIFE!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>LOVE</strong></span> n Me....we getting better as each dae pass...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">n im really hoping it will go on lyk tis..</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">HIs sending me to werk n picking me up...</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">HAIZ...u noe wat BB..</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i don care wat u did but i noe deep down u do </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">love me...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>TAUFIK,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>How do I tell you how I feel about you</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>When</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>everytime i think of you my body shakes </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>everytime i see you my knees grow weak and</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>everytime i'm with you i dont want the time to end.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>When</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>everytime i look into your eyes, i wish i was there</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>everytime i see you smile my heart melts and</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>every night before i go to sleep i pray we dont end.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>I've tried somehow to say:you're the sun that lights up my sky</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>the wind that keeps me cool on a hot summer day</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>and sweet incense that keeps me on a natural high</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>I want so much to tell you:that without you with me each day </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>my day isn't complete that since day one I've always wanted to be with you</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>that no matter what's going on in my life</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>you're the reason there's a smile on my face</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>and that loving you seems to be all I need to know.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>But everytime I want to the words just wont come out</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>to you it may sound mushy or too cute</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>you may not believe it so it's better </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>I keep my mouth closed</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Then to try to tell you exactly whats on my mind</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>yet I wish to tell you that I'm beginning to</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>love you more with each passing of the day</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>and that I want to be with you</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>come whatever may.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Yours sincerely,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>JuLieyana</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116668613480479652?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1165755579576697252006-12-10T20:58:00.000+08:002006-12-10T20:59:39.603+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/2286/1600/416255/jkhk.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7614/2286/320/906598/jkhk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Saw tis pic on Fiqah's blog...</p><p>haha...kelakar sak...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116575557957669725?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1164856178247027002006-11-30T10:54:00.000+08:002006-11-30T11:09:38.266+08:00<em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>its been sumtimes since i blog...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Alot of things happen....</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>im in school here bloging as we hav no more lesson...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>todae is also our last dae of school...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>guess 1 year pass juz like tat...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Hey Guys...im sure im gonna miz ya...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Seriously...eventhough im not always in sch...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>haha...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Things have been happening alot wif HIM...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Guess its the end huh for our relationship...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>HE hasnt been himself of late...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i really hate it wenever he juz went off juz like tat..</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i dunnoe y...i juz cried 4 u every nite...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i didnt even get a wink every nite n all i do is cry...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i don noe wats happening behind me.. n y do u </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>juz leave me like tat...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i Really miss the times wen u had change...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>u even spent most of ur times wif me..</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>u manage to gif ur time btw me n ur frens...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>the love u shower me was more den i expected...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i miss ya..n i reallly do...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;">Baby...juz 1 thing i wanna noe...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;">''Have u ever Love me?"</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></em></strong><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>well...guess life still has to go on ryte..</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>n i noe all the crying thing was juz a stupid thing</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>4 me to do...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>i juz wanna thank my 2 bestie...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><strong>EIN n AFIQ...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>REally appreciate it...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>U guys were der 4 me wen im down...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>u guys even came down home juz b'coz i nvr </strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>pick up ur call...</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>am Sorie to make u guys worried....</strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>guess tats all 4 todae....</strong></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116485617824702700?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1163420669795104462006-11-13T20:15:00.000+08:002006-11-13T20:24:29.796+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2286/1600/Pixca%20peek031.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2286/320/Pixca%20peek031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />ein jahat...<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2286/1600/Pixca%20peek025.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2286/320/Pixca%20peek025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />the crazy US<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2286/1600/Bezfren.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2286/320/Bezfren.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2286/1600/B.gif"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2286/320/B.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2286/1600/Pixca%20peek010.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7614/2286/320/Pixca%20peek010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />cute tak die?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116342066979510446?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1163420042259535712006-11-13T20:11:00.000+08:002006-11-13T20:14:02.270+08:00hei guys!!!!<br /><br />its been a long time since i blog....haha...<br />things hav been happening alot....<br />btw me n him...<br />btw me n myself....<br /><br />not having anithing in mind....sorie...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116342004225953571?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1161762815923854992006-10-25T15:47:00.000+08:002006-10-25T15:53:35.940+08:00Selamat Ari Aye KepaDa semue Peminat setia SAYE....<br /><br />wakaka.....<br /><br />Todae is the second dae of raye n here i am in skol!<br />People enjoying hari raye n we r skoling....haha<br />well i survive the whole dae in skol todae...<br />Seriously.....wakaka<br /><br />Juz wanna wish all my frens n family...<br />Selamat ari raye...if i ever do u guys any<br />wrong or do any thing tat hurts the hearts forgive me....<br /><br />gtg!!<br /><br />LOVES u ALLL.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116176281592385499?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1161423710098012072006-10-21T17:32:00.000+08:002006-10-21T17:41:50.110+08:00im at home n kinda bored so BLogging is<br />sumthing 4 me to do...<br /><br />Wow...Raya juz ard the corner...People r<br />bz wif all kinds of things to do...As for me...<br />im always at nenek's new house in pasir ris...<br />except 4 todae i guess...im home wif ENZO...<br />Argh....me wif my PMS...n HIM....<br /><br />i juz felt tat after the tiff i had wif LOVE on Mondae...<br />We r not that close...n we havent gone out together too....<br />haiz...<br />Sumtime i do ask myself...does he still feel the same 4 me?<br />Whenever im outside i do kept thinking of him...does he?<br />i don really noe wats he's doin outside...n i cant really<br />sae anithing coz he too wont noe wat im doin outside....<br />so wat should i do?ANyone?<br /><br />i noe der should be trust among us...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116142371009801207?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1160707986218764612006-10-13T10:36:00.000+08:002006-10-13T10:53:06.386+08:00<strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;">akan ku Doa utk mu supaya ko di jauhkn dari tempat</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;">yg sebegitu...</span></em></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">y must it always be lyk tis....i don noe wat tat makes them </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">really hate u so much...they will even make a small matter bigger</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">n bigger till u have to be put in that damn place...but y?</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Y must it always be u...i always told ya never to fight</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">bck coz i noe its gonna put ya no wer....i noe u will fight</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">for ur ryte but ders no use coz dey can win no matter wat...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">i cant feel,think watever u have inside u...but i noe some parts of u is </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">always wif me...the agony u feel inside...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">if anything happens...remember im always here 4 u...n never tell me..</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">tat u cant make it der...plz...</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">it juz makes me feel worse...</span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hopefully nothing gonna happen to ya...</span></em></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><em>Coz i really nid u in time lyk tis...</em></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116070798621876461?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1160635294248767692006-10-12T14:35:00.000+08:002006-10-12T14:41:34.260+08:00im juz fcuking BORED!!!!<br />seriously....wat do i do wif ya!!!<br /><br />y do u hav to change???<br />Y?????<br />i juz feel tat im NOTHING...<br /><br />Y am i Feeling confused..?<br />Y r guys so fcuk up at times!!!???<br />Y???????<br /><br />HEY der GF....be strong aites...<br />i noe u love tat 1 precious thing inside u...<br />even though he's not responsible....we as ur frens<br />will always be ryte behind u...<br />in ups n downs...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116063529424876769?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1160455152493057772006-10-10T12:12:00.000+08:002006-10-10T12:39:12.506+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Here i am again at my werk place...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">i juz reach the office as i had to attend to </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sumthing in the morning...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">yesterdae after werk i went to mit my sis...n had</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">a walk at <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>VIVO CITY</strong></span>!!!<span style="color:#cc33cc;">(</span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>better get ur butt der!!nice place babe!)</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">well...its a really BIg place tat i cant even finish walking...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">but its okey coz <span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">LOVE</span> GOnna bring me der again todae!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">YEAH!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">after walking wif sis went to mit EIN</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">to gif her the present tat aunt lea bought for her...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Suke eh B...g2 la ko...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">jealous la aku...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">haha...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">okies..reach home at 11 as<span style="color:#3366ff;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">LOVE</span></span><strong> </strong>wanna go out...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">waited for his call till i fall asleep..</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">haha...but tetap klua okie!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">we went out at 2.30 am as <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">LOVE</span> </span>wanna go Mustafa </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">to buy his things...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">we reach Mustafa at 3.15am...was der till lyk 5...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">B</span> mcm pompuan lambat cari barang...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Den...<span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">LOve</span> bought flip flop for me n him...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">konon2 nk same2 la g2....*SMILE*</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">LOve</span> sent me home at 7...Juz nice for me to </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">get ready 4 werk...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">ya...u guys may think im crazy....but wen ur in love..</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">anything kn happen...sanggup tahan mata stakat nk klua ngn DIa..</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">haha...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Klah..i seems to be talking so much todae...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">better get back to werk...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">chaos!LOVE2...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">*MUACKSSS*</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"><strong><em>p/s:B..taNZ 4 the fLIP f LOp...Lup ya!</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116045515249305777?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1160368573301707682006-10-09T12:34:00.000+08:002006-10-09T12:36:13.316+08:00<p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1d6F-NLLdco" width="350" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed></p><p><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Love tis video clip....Enjoy people!</span></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;">Jgn nangis eh....</span></em></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116036857330170768?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1160234915423079242006-10-07T23:11:00.001+08:002006-10-07T23:28:36.446+08:00Woke up at 3 pm todae...haha...late ryte...<br />Coz i slept at 8 in the morning la...<br />Org bangun aku pulak la tito...<br /><br />Went out wif Love yesterdae...n His fren NIzam...<br />we went to labrador park n mount FAber too...<br />Love pick me up at 12.30am n off we went....<br />we had a really good time...but too bad we cant really c the view...<br />Juz becos of the haze...<br />Love sent me home at 6...n off he went to mit his frens....<br /><br />TOdae mitting Ein,SEry,Janan Azian at 5...was supposed too...<br />But i reach der at 5.40pm....i tot i was the only one late but ein n jana<br />came late too...<br />Sery was the one hu came early....<br /><br />Hei Guys...even though we r not tat close...really<br />had a fun time todae...hope u guys did too...<br />tanz 4 entertaining ENZO...haha...<br /><br />klah..im tired...<br /><br />till den...<br /><br />Lots LOVE to ya all...MUACKS!<br /><br />p/s:LOVE ur miss by me!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116023491542307924?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1160030268023112912006-10-05T14:30:00.000+08:002006-10-05T14:37:48.036+08:00First of All wanna wish my<span style="font-size:130%;"> GORGEOUS,CUte,BACIN,CLumSY,SwITHEART</span>...<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">EIN...</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">HAPPY 17 BIRTHDAE!!!!</span></strong><br />Hope ur wishess come true darling...<br />Love ya always...<br /><br />im at my werk place now...n its onli 2.30...<br />finishing werk at 5.30pm todae...<br />wanna go out wif EIN watch Movies...<br /><br />Aunt Liyah will be goin to Phuket todae...<br />Leave ENZO home ....shit..i hate tat kid...<br />haha..I love him too....its ok jojo...<br />hope we are goin to enjoy our weekend together..HAPPILY...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-116003026802311291?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1159942425677034202006-10-04T14:06:00.000+08:002006-10-04T14:13:45.676+08:00i really dunnoe wat to blog todae coz i've<br />been sitting the whole dae...<br />yesh im at werk....n lots of werk to do....<br />but my mind juz seem to go far far away...<br />i dunnoe wat im thinking...<br />i dunnoe wat i want....<br />i juz dunnoe wat to do...<br /><br />Argh..u noe...sumtimes u tend to get tis feeling<br />lyk ur feeling confused...n lyk u<br />donnoe how to sae it out...<br />haiz...<br /><br />Somthing been playing bck to my mind...<br />k watever..tak penting....<br /><br />get bck to werk...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-115994242567703420?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22482826.post-1159753533657585712006-10-02T09:30:00.000+08:002006-10-02T10:05:10.566+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Announcement PPL!!!<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Get my hp bck aedy frm Love....<br />Anithing Picit la eh...<br /></span></strong><br /><strong>Start the dae wif a headache...</strong><br /><strong>dragging sia wanna go werk...kalau tak</strong><br /><strong>pegi mintak kene je...;)</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>been thinking too mouch lately...haiz...</strong><br /><strong>LOVE...haiz...</strong><br /><strong>dunnoe if im gonna lose ya 4 the 2nd time...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />Saturdae<br /><saturdae<last><br /><strong>went out wif Fiqah.Farid&LOVE...</strong><br /><strong>as usual Love is always late...n tis time he's really</strong><br /><strong>late...</strong><br /><strong>Fiqah &amp; FArid..tanz 4 ur patience...</strong><br /><strong>Btw farid hope u had a great saturdae nyte...</strong><br /><strong>hope the cake is nice too...</strong><br /><strong>we went to buke at sakura...n after tat went bck...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Love sent me home...n go Meeting..</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><sundae<sundae></strong><br />Sundae<br /><br /><strong>we were supposed to mit at 2 am later on...</strong><br /><strong>i waited n waited till i fall asleep...</strong><br /><strong>he call only to sae tat he's at the void deck at 5am...</strong><br /><strong>n i ws lyke in the middle of my sleep...</strong><br /><strong>ok so i woke up...go toilet get ready n off we went...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>we went ard sengkang,punggol n hougang...</strong><br /><strong>n suddenly i wanna go pee pee...n LOve hav </strong><br /><strong>to find the toilet 4 me...hehe...</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>After tat we went bck to dad's house...</strong><br /><strong>we slept at ard 10 or 11 in the morning till lyk 5or 6 in the afternoon...</strong><br /><strong>he went bck home at 12 am...</strong><br /><strong>n Bum!!off i went to my dreamland...</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22482826-115975353365758571?l=her-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>LiEyAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15924945632612673922noreply@blogger.com0