<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:59:53.771-08:00</updated><category term='I love you'/><title type='text'>FEA AYANNA</title><subtitle type='html'>Persuasive and persistent. Not even close to easily jeopardizing myself for accepting those apologies. Mess up with me, then prepare to face inability in accounting the means of excruciating pains. I'm taken though, by him, whom I love so much and don't even try to take him away from me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-1644595421715415381</id><published>2008-12-26T06:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:06:51.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badly.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've decided to post anyway since I have nothing much to do rather than shopping and taking pictures all day long. Sentosa was fascinating, the butterflies place, the underworld 3, opssie, I mean the under water world something, I could barely remember it. Singapore's full of Chinese. We ran into erwan's cousins today, vacation on Sentosa too. They seem nice and sorta flirty, which I dislike. No one in this world has what it takes to even touch my hand, except Robert Pattinson*Obsession* ;D not much that I can say, S'pore's ordinary, I've been here several times. Too bad daniel couldn't come, mom didn't want him to come with us, hard to control him. I took a lot of photos of myself, I'll upload it later if I have time. I miss my M.A, I need him soo badly. ='( I wanted to get on9 but I know he won't be there. Btw, it was last minute when he&lt;br /&gt;told me that he was going on a vacation to somewhere. Didn't even tell me how long will he be there. That was partly the reason I got pissed off. We didn't even get the chance to spend our time together. My flight was actually scheduled this afternoon, but considering the fact that I'm pissed off, I've decided to depart earlier. Hmm.. I Love you sayang.. Good Night.. Take Care yea.. I'll be back soon, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-1644595421715415381?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1644595421715415381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/badly_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/1644595421715415381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/1644595421715415381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/badly_26.html' title='Badly.'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-3646378011619867419</id><published>2008-12-26T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:06:15.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badly.</title><content type='html'>Well, I've decided to post anyway since I have nothing much to do rather than shopping and taking pictures all day long. Sentosa was fascinating, the butterflies place, the underworld 3, opssie, I mean the under water world something, I could barely remember it. Singapore's full of Chinese. We ran into erwan's cousins today, vacation on Sentosa too. They seem nice and sorta flirty, which I dislike. No one in this world has what it takes to even touch my hand, except Robert Pattinson*Obsession* ;D not much that I can say, S'pore's ordinary, I've been here several times. Too bad daniel couldn't come, mom didn't want him to come with us, hard to control him. I took a lot of photos of myself, I'll upload it later if I have time. I miss my M.A, I need him soo badly. ='( I wanted to get on9 but I know he won't be there. Btw, it was last minute when he&lt;br /&gt;told me that he was going on a vacation to somewhere. Didn't even tell me how long will he be there. That was partly the reason I got pissed off. We didn't even get the chance to spend our time together. My flight was actually scheduled this afternoon, but considering the fact that I'm pissed off, I've decided to depart earlier. Hmm.. I Love you sayang.. Good Night.. Take Care yea.. I'll be back soon, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-3646378011619867419?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3646378011619867419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/badly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/3646378011619867419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/3646378011619867419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/badly.html' title='Badly.'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-3415000914228068276</id><published>2008-12-26T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:28:25.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I won't be posting anything until I get back to Brunei. Wait for me syg.. I LOVE YOU. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-3415000914228068276?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3415000914228068276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/3415000914228068276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/3415000914228068276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-38781241544344394</id><published>2008-12-26T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:42:14.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him. =(</title><content type='html'>I wonder what he's up to right now. we're soo far apart but I always believed that we're closer to the heart.. I'm not mad at him anymore.. I miss him and I regret to have ever been so rude to him.. I'm sorry syg.. =( I'm going back home tomorrow, I guess.. Can't live long enough for even 3 days without him. There it is, another sacrification, for him. Eventhough sometimes it seems like he never did appreciate me.. I'm happy being with him, truly. =') I love you sayang.. I really do.. I'm still at Sentosa though, thank god ada service here. Hmm. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-38781241544344394?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/38781241544344394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/38781241544344394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/38781241544344394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss him. =('/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-31433766872660948</id><published>2008-12-25T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:27:27.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queshiee</title><content type='html'>RULES&lt;br /&gt;#1 Do the “Letter MEME”.&lt;br /&gt;#2 Copy the “How-to” Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;How you do the Letter Meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who left a text message on your phone):&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this, but __1__. I think I realised it when/on __2__3__ and I saw __4__5__. I’m sure you’re __6__ enough to understand __7__.. I’m returning __8__ to you, but I’ll keep __9__ as a memory. You should also know that I __10__11__. __12__.&lt;br /&gt;Love, (your name).&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You’re so lifeless, __13__ (the name of person who hugged you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I’ll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn’t match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You’re a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I’m selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You’re a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I’m in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women’s clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s the colour of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s the colour of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United’s goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scared&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I’ve felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we’re cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Over joyous - That I’m open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s the colour of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - How awful I’ve felt&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David’s tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always thought of&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favourite activity when hanging out with mates?&lt;br /&gt;Gathering for drinks – Ugly pig&lt;br /&gt;Foosball – Silly duck&lt;br /&gt;Shopping – french kisser&lt;br /&gt;Indulging for food – Cranky banana&lt;br /&gt;Movies – Smelly Armpits&lt;br /&gt;Snacks – Horny Wolf&lt;br /&gt;Snooker – Tiny nipples&lt;br /&gt;Bowling – Sexy grandmother&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor activities – Vain pot&lt;br /&gt;Having a long talk – Nose picker&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures – Dumb bitch&lt;br /&gt;Other – Burn yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Erwan:&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this, but &lt;strong&gt;our romance is over&lt;/strong&gt;. I think I realised it when &lt;strong&gt;I changed tennis shoes in the mental hospital &lt;/strong&gt;and I saw &lt;strong&gt;you sit on Manchester united’s goalkeeper&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m sure you’re &lt;strong&gt;scared&lt;/strong&gt; enough to understand that &lt;strong&gt;we’re cousins &lt;/strong&gt;.. I’m returning  &lt;strong&gt;your ring &lt;/strong&gt;to you, but I’ll keep &lt;strong&gt;your suicide note as a memory&lt;/strong&gt;. You should also know that I &lt;strong&gt;always thought of Oprah Winfrey’s imitations, go and drown yourself&lt;/strong&gt;. Love, &lt;strong&gt;Nurul&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You’re so lifeless, &lt;strong&gt;dumb bitch&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Erwan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-31433766872660948?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/31433766872660948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/queshiee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/31433766872660948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/31433766872660948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/queshiee.html' title='Queshiee'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-8315198478012513546</id><published>2008-12-25T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:43:23.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning</title><content type='html'>I got up this morning with tears. This isn't working, the more I try tried forget him, the more I want him. ='( I miss him, truly, damnly, greatly, missing him. Well, after doing some shopping, we'll be off to Sentosa Island. We went for breakfast at cafe le claire this morning. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-8315198478012513546?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8315198478012513546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/8315198478012513546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/8315198478012513546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/morning.html' title='Morning'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-7773716290505669932</id><published>2008-12-25T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:37:07.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert my baby. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ09mGHv0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/h4spR0Fn7zw/s1600-h/mkp_ros_img_251120051631440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ09mGHv0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/h4spR0Fn7zw/s400/mkp_ros_img_251120051631440.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906495615319874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ09gVOOpI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y5EnXztAzVk/s1600-h/mkp_ros_img_251120051630240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ09gVOOpI/AAAAAAAAACs/Y5EnXztAzVk/s400/mkp_ros_img_251120051630240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906494068046482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ09DJ-H4I/AAAAAAAAACk/_D0LeAwoDDM/s1600-h/mkp_ros_img_251120051629330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ09DJ-H4I/AAAAAAAAACk/_D0LeAwoDDM/s400/mkp_ros_img_251120051629330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906486236225410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ09CJ1IPI/AAAAAAAAACc/6ix89zakIzk/s1600-h/mkp_ros_img_251120051633240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ09CJ1IPI/AAAAAAAAACc/6ix89zakIzk/s400/mkp_ros_img_251120051633240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906485967200498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ08-hBALI/AAAAAAAAACU/2Kb6OEp6sn8/s1600-h/mkp_ros_img_251120051634380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ08-hBALI/AAAAAAAAACU/2Kb6OEp6sn8/s400/mkp_ros_img_251120051634380.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283906484990705842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE SOOO MINEE SWEETIE.. I can't take my eyes off you.... ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-7773716290505669932?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7773716290505669932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/robert-my-baby-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/7773716290505669932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/7773716290505669932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/robert-my-baby-d.html' title='Robert my baby. =D'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVQ09mGHv0I/AAAAAAAAAC0/h4spR0Fn7zw/s72-c/mkp_ros_img_251120051631440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-474433047995468517</id><published>2008-12-25T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:37:04.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO2CRyx6xI/AAAAAAAAACM/2pLImHL33XA/s1600-h/Pho28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO2CRyx6xI/AAAAAAAAACM/2pLImHL33XA/s400/Pho28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283766938088106770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO1uF-IfTI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tc8WBl4YvF8/s1600-h/DSC03883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO1uF-IfTI/AAAAAAAAACE/Tc8WBl4YvF8/s400/DSC03883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283766591317114162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO1uNoycqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ymczft-6JKc/s1600-h/DSC03580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO1uNoycqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ymczft-6JKc/s400/DSC03580.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283766593375072930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO1uHP0DVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yX7KAkSh__8/s1600-h/DSC03125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO1uHP0DVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yX7KAkSh__8/s400/DSC03125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283766591659707730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO1t-LX9VI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xji0WuG5w_A/s1600-h/DSC03041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO1t-LX9VI/AAAAAAAAABs/Xji0WuG5w_A/s400/DSC03041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283766589225170258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO1tkFhG5I/AAAAAAAAABk/0qbGpH-G9-k/s1600-h/DSC03035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO1tkFhG5I/AAAAAAAAABk/0qbGpH-G9-k/s400/DSC03035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283766582221282194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I open my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I make sure you're by my side&lt;br /&gt;The words I couldn't say back then overflow now...&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;Even when I brought you to tears so many times&lt;br /&gt;The smile you give in return is your answer&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you".... that's all I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However much the wind blows against me&lt;br /&gt;Even if it seems like I'll get lost&lt;br /&gt;There's just one, only one person... you&lt;br /&gt;We shared our sorrows from the very beginning...&lt;br /&gt;I can only do something like that with you&lt;br /&gt;The two of us need no other words&lt;br /&gt;Looking into your eyes, I vow this&lt;br /&gt;The two of us were bound together by small miracles...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That red book is my diary. A lot of secret in it. =')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you sayang. I really do. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-474433047995468517?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/474433047995468517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/474433047995468517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/474433047995468517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-sleep.html' title='can&apos;t sleep.'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO2CRyx6xI/AAAAAAAAACM/2pLImHL33XA/s72-c/Pho28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-5625272902595751461</id><published>2008-12-25T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:31:33.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singaporeeeee.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO02xNac9I/AAAAAAAAABc/he03B5S9WNo/s1600-h/DSC02372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO02xNac9I/AAAAAAAAABc/he03B5S9WNo/s400/DSC02372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283765640851256274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO022P_NaI/AAAAAAAAABU/zx-g4RivVDE/s1600-h/DSC02371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO022P_NaI/AAAAAAAAABU/zx-g4RivVDE/s400/DSC02371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283765642204231074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO0lfo8EkI/AAAAAAAAABM/1-ZnVdph-xw/s1600-h/DSC02373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO0lfo8EkI/AAAAAAAAABM/1-ZnVdph-xw/s400/DSC02373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283765344077091394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO0lZNFTDI/AAAAAAAAABE/-cfhyocjnYI/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO0lZNFTDI/AAAAAAAAABE/-cfhyocjnYI/s400/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283765342349642802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO0lOk-eAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AFcqe9UbzTw/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO0lOk-eAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AFcqe9UbzTw/s400/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283765339497068546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO0lGCUSWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SvfU1p9sFyo/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO0lGCUSWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SvfU1p9sFyo/s400/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283765337204214114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO0k23_mMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U854Ww5CvOs/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO0k23_mMI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U854Ww5CvOs/s400/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283765333134383298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I forgot to post these pics. =) So.. Hmm.. IDK, just watch em'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-5625272902595751461?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5625272902595751461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/singaporeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/5625272902595751461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/5625272902595751461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/singaporeeeee.html' title='Singaporeeeee.......'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVO02xNac9I/AAAAAAAAABc/he03B5S9WNo/s72-c/DSC02372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-1552564173381709637</id><published>2008-12-25T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:27:07.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe and sound.</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful that I've arrived safely at Singapore. =) But not yet happy. Me and him, had a massive fight, again for the 999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999 times I guess. I hope he's safe and is enjoying his trip. I missed him so badly, I actually cried all the way to S'pore. The thing is that he kept complaining about me, everyday huny ane tia, atu tia, and ofcourse I do feel sick and bored. I don't, elseway, never did feel comfortable when he tend to coerce me to reveal my secrets and all that. My life is my privacy, no one, not even YOU have the rights to know stuffs that I refused to tell. Why won't he understand? I mean, erwan's okay with me not telling anything and stuffs. Him, OTOH, it almost like my secretive personality seems to be a sin or a crime or something like that. Whatever. I'm here, in S'pore, to chill out and relax. I won't give any chance to my mind to think about this anymore. Btw, about Twilight, I've watch it 5 times already, I mean in the cinema. I keep screaming when edward came into view, and I kept saying stuffs like 'eee, handsomenya, cute ehh, perfect guy, I wish he is mine, mun aku kna bawa cmatu wa'my friend was like 'balik2 jua ko ane, shhhhh'. Then I'll knock his/her head pasal mengacau. 5th time watching Twilight, I wore my spec, pasal 4 kali lyat, ada particular scenes that made me wanna cry but I can't cuz I'm wearing contacts. Bbanar tah I cried time atu.. Edward was.. totally handsome baa.. his eyes was.. OMG. The kissing scene was not digusting(haha) pasal IDK.. Edward's doing it kali.......... It's kinda humiliating for me to say this but yeah, I liked his lips.. ;D Ohh, I wish that I was bella.. Robert.. I WANT YOU SOO BADLY!!! I styled my hair at IA,so hot, thanks guys, my beloved hairstylists. I heard a lot of people were busy shopping, pasal bonus. Me? My parents got their bonuses last month, every november. =) well, thatis all.. I'm tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-1552564173381709637?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1552564173381709637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/safe-and-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/1552564173381709637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/1552564173381709637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/safe-and-sound.html' title='Safe and sound.'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-7042448403188944054</id><published>2008-12-23T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T06:04:30.459-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><title type='text'>Only one</title><content type='html'>Broken this fragile thing now&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've thrown my words all around&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broken up&lt;br /&gt;And I give up &lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my mistakes, let you down&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't hold on for too long&lt;br /&gt;Ran my whole life in the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And something's breaking up&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;I won't walk out until you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, but there's just no one that gets me like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go so dishonestly&lt;br /&gt;Leave a note for you my only one&lt;br /&gt;And I know you can see right through me&lt;br /&gt;So let me go and you will find someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, but there's just no one, no one like you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;My only one&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Only one,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-7042448403188944054?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7042448403188944054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/7042448403188944054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/7042448403188944054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/only-one.html' title='Only one'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-1649643147965382333</id><published>2008-12-23T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T05:57:37.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Robert Pattinson. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVDuQYxs9mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pCwMAi9DUAU/s1600-h/nnkl.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVDuQYxs9mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pCwMAi9DUAU/s400/nnkl.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282984328201827938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVDuP8UQVUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/U3X12lveOiA/s1600-h/llll.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVDuP8UQVUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/U3X12lveOiA/s400/llll.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282984320562124098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVDuP06et6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jtiBwDHAn5E/s1600-h/x+cxvczvc.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVDuP06et6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jtiBwDHAn5E/s400/x+cxvczvc.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282984318574966690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVDuPuJ3IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b2-36ieocHo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVDuPuJ3IRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/b2-36ieocHo/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282984316760432914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-1649643147965382333?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1649643147965382333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-robert-pattinson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/1649643147965382333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/1649643147965382333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-robert-pattinson.html' title='My Robert Pattinson. =)'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nPK5wcPrNms/SVDuQYxs9mI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pCwMAi9DUAU/s72-c/nnkl.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-8408707194575432011</id><published>2008-12-23T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:57:25.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comeback</title><content type='html'>I have forgotten my password, thank god I wrote it in my diary. I'll be active blogging again kali... So, in one shattering, spiraling moment, my life, my entire existence has been bent into a question mark. I think its fate. It’s like water seeking its own level: my life just wants to be a mess. Nadilla says the best laid plans are seldom the ones we’re meant to follow. Oh, well, here’s hoping. Because if life is really a journey, I’ve had one hell of a maiden voyage. And what does my M.A want, really? A lover, a friend? Someone who can keep up with his crazy quest for questions and answers and TRUTH? &lt;br /&gt;I struggle, as I have all along, as the human race has for millennia, to contemplate, to comprehend, to express this love. The quality, the quantity, certain that no two people have experienced such a thing before, in the history of creation. Perhaps Romeo and Juliet, Anthony and Cleopatra, Tristan and Isolde, but they are only characters, shadows and dust and ashes and make believe. We have known each other forever, since before conception, before thought. I have found a man whose hopes and dreams match mine. I don't want to lose him, but I can't pretend this isn't happening. Being without him is slowly destroying me. It's not the time. It's me...without him. Do you want forever? Do you remember? There are things I haven't told you. You know that on some level, I think you must. I worry you enough, and you have enough to worry about. If, when you're here, when you're safe, you want to know...then...maybe then. I know you make promises you can't keep - promises I would never let you keep. And it's important to me, because I care about you. I will not give you up. I'll still have you. &lt;br /&gt;As independent and fiesty as you have known me to be, I still sleep best in your arms. You, you who are my shield, my soldier and savior, my sword against the darkness. Sometimes I want to know you're strong, to hear that arrogant macho-man somewhere inside you talking - saying that he's going to take care of me, protect me, never let anything happen to come betwen us. I know my M.A will probably be paning ne mun ya membaca. astee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-8408707194575432011?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8408707194575432011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/comeback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/8408707194575432011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/8408707194575432011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/comeback.html' title='comeback'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-283525358365174251</id><published>2008-12-19T00:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:54:57.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mallaholic.</title><content type='html'>This afternoon, I went to the mall and watched TWILIGHT, with a few friends. The movie was awesome, there's some scenes that doesn't seem to be coming from the book. Edward was as usual, freaking handsome, ohh I love his blushy cheeks and golden eyes and perfect hair. I wish my boyfriend is a vampire. =) I didn't tell him btw.. MALAS. Serves him right, I don't care what would he feel when reading this post, *sigh. We went for lunch at excapade and hang out infront of kokoberry's booth, eating crepes. I'm happy but not happy, huhh.. I'm confused. I really missed him but unfortunately.. I'm still drown in anger. Better of him to leave me alone. I know that I'm a jerk for leaving him alone while I'm out having fun, with my friends. Which 2 of them were boys and the other 3 were girls. Tonight, I'm going to mall again, gonna watch Jim carrey's new movie, I guess. I feel sorry though. I still love you M.A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-283525358365174251?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/283525358365174251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/mallaholic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/283525358365174251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/283525358365174251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/mallaholic.html' title='Mallaholic.'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-625391951653104550</id><published>2008-12-18T22:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:20:57.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malas.</title><content type='html'>Pagi ani malas I kan post. Banci that guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-625391951653104550?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/625391951653104550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/malas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/625391951653104550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/625391951653104550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/malas.html' title='Malas.'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-1775184630080477795</id><published>2008-12-18T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:52:13.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, bad night.</title><content type='html'>Half part of today was great, my favourite little baby came for a visit at my home. I hugged and kissed her, much. What a lovely baby girl. I have fun with daniel too, he, as usual, teased me by saying stuffs like 'meh, jadi kah enda?' I said 'jadi apa?' he replied 'jadi ambuk'. Naughty little rugrat. Tonight? Was horrible! I had a fight with him. I'm starting to feel like it's better of alone, single, without love. Boyfriends are such a wuss, tiresome creatures, pain in the butt! So, it was all about Robert Pattinson, the adorable teen heartthrobe, ohh, I do adore him. My msn's nickname was 1305 R something, malas tah kan engat. It is not my fault if R.P is soo handsome that every girl in this world's crazy about him! I'm just a fan okay! A FAN!!! Robert Pattinson is my idol!! Why took them soo seriously? My nick, my right! Not him! I do not have to listen to anyone about what should I type as my nickname! I'm soo pissed off right now! He told me that he didn't know, that's why he asked. Tapi lapas atu badmood jua masih! Tantu sudah suspect something tu awal2x ah, pandai2x kan claim that he trusted me, antah ehh! It looks like someone had not yet seen what I've sacrificed for them. I cried everynight, no one understands me! Only wandy, but he's gone because of... ='( Hell! Malas tah I engau ehh. Whatever major loser. I hate that Love you M.A I hate it!! ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-1775184630080477795?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1775184630080477795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-morning-bad-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/1775184630080477795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/1775184630080477795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-morning-bad-night.html' title='Good morning, bad night.'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-9207060741141513376</id><published>2008-12-17T19:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:33:58.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blacjack.</title><content type='html'>I was playing blackjack this morning, I mean in game form, ordinary one, not strip type, haha. I was kinda good at it, can't lie. So this guy asked me if I would marry him and I said yes. Then, he stole my money! What a whore! It's not a big deal anyway, only a game, enough saying. I got up late again today and my mom was 'bah, keep on being a late riser' and deep inside my heart I was like saying 'ea bangun aher blh mumy a, wu!', haha. I'm supposed to be an early riser btw, I don't know how come I often got up late these days. Virus x dari my M.A. ;P I'm fucking worried about the upcoming results. At least my results will be out a bit late than anybody else here because it won't reach Brunei. It's quite a benefit cuz no one would know my results if I don't speak out to them. =D I tried my best though. My June results was shitly done, disappointed ehh. Maybe I'll play blackjack again sometimes. I'm looking forward to play Persona 4 and RO. Zul said it was utterly awesome. Till then. I Love you M.A. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-9207060741141513376?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/9207060741141513376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/blacjack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/9207060741141513376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/9207060741141513376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/blacjack.html' title='Blacjack.'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-774348106832878793</id><published>2008-12-17T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T19:45:41.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I do have a great day today. =) It's already too late to say good night and as well as too early to say good morning. This morning I got up quite late.. My parents was about take me out for breakfast, again, at fleur-de-lys, but as usual, urgent calls, emergency meetings.. I was sorta pissed off by that but I was used to it so no big deal. After luoch, my daily routine was to spend much and more time with him. =) we did argue about something, about me, being too secretive. I really don't know what to do, I can do nothing, I mean this is the real me, at least I'm not pretending to be someone else. I guess no one would ever understand and accept me just the way I am. Not even him. It's okay though it made me cry sometimes thinking about those stuffs. I'm already used to it. =') so, in the evening, I went to Gadong with erwan, which was supposed to be a friend of mine but he's not for some reasons. Well, we had a great time hanging out together, I guess. The thing is, I can't stop thinking of my M.A, never did. =) He was out too btw, watching movie with his family. It's a good thing that they didn't watch it at the mall. It's not that I don't wanna meet him, I really do.. You know I do wanna meet you baby. But, there's a big butt! Huhh. I mean, erwan's the problem. It's still okay if we ran into each other. Just let it not be my mom. Ohh, I do not want to say more. I've had a great time though, chatting with him tonight, although I have this stupid headaches. =S everyone's such a pain in the arse, ohh problemo, get away from me! I think I'd better stop here and get to bed, with my M.A. =) good night and sweetdreams. I Love you M.A&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-774348106832878793?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/774348106832878793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/774348106832878793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/774348106832878793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-night.html' title='Good night.'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-349250311360340593</id><published>2008-12-17T01:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:24:48.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, as I was saying. My party was I think, the legendary party of the year. With my adorable invitation cards, which was earlier than expected. I'm soo glad that it all went well. It end pretty early though because there was another party going on in the next morning. Ohh, my beloved buddies, thank you for the surprise party and the presents. Yes, I do adore my dress that night, so amazingly hot and I can't lie, I do look exquisite in them. =D I'm sorry to those not invited, my party's private, 75 guests only. I do not want wild parties going on in my house anymore. For some reasons. Thank you soo much for the presents and greetings. I Love you guys, much! I do not know what else to say, just feeling special on that particular day. Damnly. The smile on my face wouldn't fade away. I also wanted to apologize, for viewer ;technical reasons, I won't provide any picture until at some dates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-349250311360340593?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/349250311360340593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-as-i-was-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/349250311360340593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/349250311360340593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-as-i-was-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153382607631273223.post-2921879056283144250</id><published>2008-12-17T00:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:06:23.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the first time.</title><content type='html'>It's hard to say. I do not need to start posting with introductions and all that. =) it has been two days since my fucking-hard-to-describe birthday party. It was totally awesome. I wanted to thank my charming sweet and cute(HAHA) cuzen, Naem. For the awesome pictures he took that night. And thank you for doing it for free! =D I hope you guys have a blast yea. Mumy and babah, thank you for the new Mazda cx-9, hahaha. I Love you soo much. I have soo much to tell but not much time to dn so. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153382607631273223-2921879056283144250?l=onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2921879056283144250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/2921879056283144250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153382607631273223/posts/default/2921879056283144250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onelastdancewithyou.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-first-time.html' title='Not the first time.'/><author><name>NQFAYS 007</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12424004016114841644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
