<?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-7768298350621187625</id><updated>2011-07-31T17:33:39.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way she leads her life</title><subtitle type='html'>i went through many ups and downs throughout my life but i thank god for giving me the strength to stand and fight back each time i fall to the ground.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-3438883118965128017</id><published>2011-05-04T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:30:32.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy &amp; Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I want to start with a happy news first. Today, I went to IPC just because I was bored and nothing to do. So I stopped by at B.O shop for window shopping. Guess what I found... a RM 9 long khakis pants! I quickly search for my size and all that I can find is size 4. Sigh... but I have a strong feeling that I should just try it so I went to the fitting room and tried it. Another happy news... I can fit into it! Wallah! It made me feel so pretty and slim. hehe ;) I bought it with a smile on my face and I cant wait to wear it to my class soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Oh, I forgot to mention that I already signed up for a sewing course. Yeap! I did it. Had to pay RM2500 for 12 months course. It's totally worth it with what I'm going to learn there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Here is the sad news. I saw a documentary on TV3 just now about this one noble Chinese guy whom I can call a Hero. Why I said that? Simply because he have such a big heart to help a Malay couple who were involved in an accident. Well, there is more to it. When he tried to help those couple, he got into an accident because of this one stupid and heartless human being who ran over him and caused his both legs to be amputated. The "human" who ran into him actually ran away and didn't help the victim or even confront the victim's family to apologize. Gosh, if you are the person who had hit and run this poor Chinese guy, go ahead give yourself in and apologize to the victim's family. Don't be such an animal and ran away with what you had caused. That Chinese guy, Ong, has passed away because of you. I hope you go to hell (to the guy who ran over him). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-3438883118965128017?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/3438883118965128017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=3438883118965128017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/3438883118965128017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/3438883118965128017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-sad.html' title='Happy &amp; Sad'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-3889240638890480582</id><published>2011-05-02T22:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:50:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It has been awhile since i last updated my blog. I've been busy for the past 3 years working my ass to get good grades for my diploma. I am finally done with my studies and I decided not to continue anymore. I always have a passion for detailed and handwork garments. So, that's is exactly what I'm going to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A lot of things happened to me for the past 3 years. I changed my phone, hectic study life, my personal life, vacations that I went, did my internship and many more. All those things that has happened had taught me to be stronger and tougher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I want to talk about my study life first. Last semester (Jul 10- Nov10), I did a seminar for my final year project.  There were a lot of issues and conflicts going on throughout the semester. Preparations was all set until we found out that someone has been talking bad about me and my group members. We were disappointed by the news but we didn't let it bother our mind and ruin everything that we had planned. On the day of the event itself, we heard so many unsatisfied comments coming from someone who is close to all of our group members. Clearly, that person have some issue with us that we ourself aren't sure what it is all about. Urgh! It was so frustrating  and we actually came out with a nickname for that person, "Perem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;puan mengandung tak tahu bersyukur!". The students who were involved with the seminar had no complaints about us, infact they enjoyed our event from beginning till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;During my last semester, I was sent to this one company in KL to do my internship there. It is a big company with a lot of internal issues among the work cliques and I felt like I was in hell for 3 months. There are many cons than pros working in that company but I managed to suck it all up and completed my internship. 2 weeks after that, comes the BIG presentation and submission of report,sample book and log books. Everything went well during the presentation except there is this one new female lecturer who acted like a B*t*h to everyone. She don't even know what she wants. She asked us to skip the slides but then suddenly she said that she don't understand and asked us to explain. How are we going to explain if you keep on complaining and asking us to skip the slides? Everyone was so mad at her. She did try to pick a fight with me. I was presenting as a representative of the company that I worked for, so I used th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;e word "our" instead of "their". WTF?! Seriously? That is not even a point for you to debate about. I am so glad that I finally finished my study there and I will never ever come back to that hell again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A months has passed by since that presentation day. I was quite bored staying a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;t home so I tried applying for jobs. I got a few calls for interviews but I bailed on it because I had a talk with mum about what I like and what I want to do. It opened my eyes that I should pursue it now rather than wait and do something that I have no interest in again. So now, I am taking a sewing course for a year and we will see what will come out of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;About my phone, a few blogs earlier I did mentioned about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; changing my phone but I ended up trading that phone because I broke the screen. Sigh.. I love that phone. I bought a new phone about half of a year ago, which is Vivaz Pro. hehe.. It has the same name as my car and plus it has a lot of features that I die for! Since I bought that phone, I never thought that I would be changing my phone for awhile but then, accidents happen. I dont see myself as a rough girl but that phone's charging port is broken! I tried to repair it but the salesman told me that the problem is actually bigger and I should just sell it. Sigh.. I am still using that phone though.. but I have to carry around 2 batteries because I can't charge the phone normally. I have to use external charger which can only be plugged to a wall plug. That is really a burden! I have to bear with the phone now because I don't have any source of income to change to a new phone but if I can, I would love to have Sony Ericsson Xperia X10! I love its wide touch screen, its 8.1 MP camer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;a and not to forget, Android's OS. Drools ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvKmkMos2nk/Tb7BC_mZbOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8A-v9z3aDN8/s320/ony_ericsson_xperia_x10.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602127243671858402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;About my vacation, I was supposed to go to Bali, Indonesia this end of May but I h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;ad to cancelled it because of some issues that I had with mum earlier. I am so depressed about it so I decided to get away for awhile last week. During CNY early of the year, I went to PD and I have some other trips also within 4 months ago. Now, I am broke and I don't think I will be planning for any vacation soon. Sob sob :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;My personal life... Hmm.. I celebrated my 3 years anniversary last new year. Wow.. can't believe we managed to stay strong together after all this while. We had been through a lot of problems and crisis but we are still together and love each other more and more each day. Of course, in every couple they must have ups and downs but we tried our best to work things out. There's a lot of achievements that happened within this 3 years. The main thing is that we are much more closer to each other's family members and I can conclude there that we will have a future together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2NgSvKujFag/Tb7EHRmC1fI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dvIymbQzP7o/s320/12022011443.JPG" style="text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602130615756576242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Oh, I got a niece now. She's going to be 10 months soon. Everyone is excited to welcome her in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; the family because she is the first baby girl after 3 boys that my sister had. My niece is my brother's child and when I say that, I mean.. she is literally Daddy's Little Princess. LOL. I won't say that we are a happy family now but things are better than how it used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-3889240638890480582?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/3889240638890480582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=3889240638890480582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/3889240638890480582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/3889240638890480582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2011/05/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xvKmkMos2nk/Tb7BC_mZbOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8A-v9z3aDN8/s72-c/ony_ericsson_xperia_x10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-6636254111171168102</id><published>2010-03-12T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:04:29.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/S5oRmRuwiII/AAAAAAAAAGA/-kTVzo6FGVM/s1600-h/g900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/S5oRmRuwiII/AAAAAAAAAGA/-kTVzo6FGVM/s320/g900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447686048550258818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;thanks to heikal, i finally got the opportunity to own g900 which I've been eyeing for quite some time already. hehe  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-6636254111171168102?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/S5oRmRuwiII/AAAAAAAAAGA/-kTVzo6FGVM/s72-c/g900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-8956476494503498982</id><published>2010-02-03T14:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:45:24.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first trial</title><content type='html'>finally i've downloaded a software where i could express my passion for fashion ;) this is my first trial so don't expect it to be perfect. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/S2kbXsITZDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Br85b7GIMEA/s1600-h/lolo+new.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/S2kbXsITZDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Br85b7GIMEA/s320/lolo+new.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433904519196140594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-8956476494503498982?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/8956476494503498982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=8956476494503498982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/8956476494503498982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/8956476494503498982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-first-trial.html' title='my first trial'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/S2kbXsITZDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Br85b7GIMEA/s72-c/lolo+new.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-6685823622970343413</id><published>2009-12-30T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T01:18:44.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it aint easy</title><content type='html'>it hurts every time i think about it. i just wish there's a button that could erase every single thing that bugs me. life has been treating me hard and cold lately. i can't complain nor give up. i guess i would let the time do its magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-6685823622970343413?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/6685823622970343413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=6685823622970343413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/6685823622970343413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/6685823622970343413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-aint-easy.html' title='it aint easy'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-5245718021122865857</id><published>2009-09-18T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:51:28.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i may look like this but i have feelings too</title><content type='html'>u can say anything that u want but i still hold on to my believes. no matter what i still want u. u may feel that im not a good company but i will still be here waiting for u. it hurts knowing what u thought n felt about me. fyi, i dont want to mourn over things. it is tiring but that's the only thing i could do to build myself. im sorry if i dragged u into my own hell but i want u to know that i never meant to do so. i am terribly upset and disturbed about our convo earlier. i am mentally tortured. i might not be the best person for u to be with and live the rest of your life with, but i know for sure i will try my best to be the "one" for u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-5245718021122865857?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/5245718021122865857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=5245718021122865857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5245718021122865857'/><link rel='self' 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else matters. i'm glad that i found u. the path were rocky but we made it through. ups and downs never broke us apart. i can never imagine myself going through life without u. the one i love. the one i care, miss and adore. the person who made me want to change the perceptions i had for life. days are brighter. my heart filled with love n joy. our song will always be sung in my heart n mind. i love u. heikal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-4302176881235617734?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/4302176881235617734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=4302176881235617734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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why? I've changed. in what way? every single aspect in my life. really? yeah. my mother was the first one who felt it. she thinks that i am more sentimental, loving and soft hearted now. i wonder why.. it is hard to explain if i myself don't know when it started and why. am i changing for the better? do u think I'm not like i used to be? tell me. i want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-2873446692663931663?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/2873446692663931663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=2873446692663931663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/2873446692663931663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/2873446692663931663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-who-i-am.html' title='am i who i am??'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-8148013691195339246</id><published>2009-06-18T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:30:36.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>illusion</title><content type='html'>it hurts knowing that you were stronger back then than you are now. it kills me to fake my smile and laughter. i know i can never fit in no matter how hard i try. yes, i do have feelings and i care about how people around you react to me. i don't want to run away or avoid anyone due to how important they are to you. i hate being in that situation. I'm sorry but i tried really hard. I'm not really sure what else i could do to make things go better. for the time being, just let me be. just bare with me. everything hurts me. everything could make me cry. so please respect me and i hope you could understand. i love you and i know you do to but unfortunately, there are more out there who despise me. i care and i don't expect you to say anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-8148013691195339246?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/8148013691195339246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=8148013691195339246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/Si6c3kcugwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yA2YZNsCFuM/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/Si6c3kcugwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yA2YZNsCFuM/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345382286226260738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honey, i never loved anyone as much as i do with you. never felt loved by other (man) like how you gave me all this while we've been together. your pass&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/Si6dBw5ksRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NPNs2xCZW8w/s1600-h/DSC01150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/Si6dBw5ksRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NPNs2xCZW8w/s320/DSC01150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345382461367169298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ion and your affections are hard to believe that i really deserve something like it. this comes straight from my heart and i haven't been stop typing it even for a sec. heikal, i'm lucky to have you. your patience really amazed me as everyone knows how stubborn i could be and how selfish i am most of the time. i'm sorry honey.. i love you and i care for you so much. please keep that in mind now and forever. lovelovelove!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-2945822661773905935?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/2945822661773905935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=2945822661773905935&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-2661105519889504253</id><published>2009-05-26T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:24:29.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gloomy days</title><content type='html'>i miss heikal. i miss spending time with him. just me and him and no one or nothing else would bother us. i'm really tired right now and i really wish he could be here and just be in his arms. ;(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-2661105519889504253?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/2661105519889504253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-1897229767571943687</id><published>2009-05-23T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T02:01:00.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what???</title><content type='html'>like i mentioned before, things are not going well lately. i hate to fake my smiles and my laughters. things will not be sorted out if this situation remained silent. what else can i do? i need incidents that could prove me right. yes! i need a miracle to make things right again. as for now, i feel like i don't know anyone. they won't talk neither am i. why should i? i can feel that im drafting aside. who knows why? i bet there's no one out there really understand what's inside. i'm not sure if anyone noticed my attitude lately. its better if they don't actually because  it'll be easier for me to keep a distance. don't pretend anymore. come out when you're ready. i got time to hear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-1897229767571943687?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/1897229767571943687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=1897229767571943687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/1897229767571943687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/1897229767571943687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2009/05/what.html' title='what???'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-8906572784641456703</id><published>2009-05-18T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:25:54.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dying slowly..</title><content type='html'>gee! sem break just started but i already miss going to class. i know! it's unbelievable for me to say that. i thought of looking for a part time job but.. everyone especially myself knows my attitude. i can never work under someone's order. geee.. hate that side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, things haven't been working out smoothly lately. so much things are messed up and i can't take control of the situations anymore. i just wish that one day (hope it'll be a.s.a.p) i wake up and everything just disappear and never been brought up again. i want to end all this. its a misery for me to keep it all locked up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my heikal. i know very well that we wont be spending much time this sem break. geee... =( how sad can my life be. im all alone with nothing interesting to do. i want my heikal.. i love my heikal and always be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-8906572784641456703?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/8906572784641456703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=8906572784641456703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/8906572784641456703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/8906572784641456703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2009/05/dying-slowly.html' title='dying slowly..'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-600939794208745342</id><published>2009-04-29T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:40:42.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!</title><content type='html'>im done with my second paper. well, the toughest one for this sem i'd say. hope everything will turn out great after straining myself for almost 4 months! right now i feel like dying of starvation but i'm lazy enough to drag it until tomorrow. technically, it's already a new day. i bet heikal is currently sleeping so i won't bother to call him up to ask for food. hmm.. pretty bored. i'm trying not to think about my next paper. i know i'll struggle but hell, i'm so not in the mood to study right now. i really miss my girls.. :( i'm really looking forward for this sem break. geee..im too hungry la!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-600939794208745342?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/600939794208745342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=600939794208745342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/600939794208745342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/600939794208745342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title='omg!'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-7940254416134277769</id><published>2009-04-17T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:02:26.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's a star</title><content type='html'>her star doesn't shine as bright as before. her days are gloomy. her emotions are washed away. all she can do is sit and think what went wrong.. nothing seems right. does a smile able to light up her day? she wonders.. what can she do to turn her back to what she were? she think again. her sleep are disturbed. her laughters are silenced. her smile are faked. her touch are cold. she looks away. why is this happening? rain falls again that evening. its getting heavier. all she heard was another melancholic melody. she sit and stare at the window's pane. the spider is struggling to get in. she didn't bother. what's really in her mind? she wonders again.. she look away. she sees a living thing jumping from one leaf to another. it seems like nothing could go wrong and there's no consequences should be considered. how she wish she could be it. she stares at the pile of books. sighed.. she's tired of her life. she stood up and walk away. hoping things will get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-7940254416134277769?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/7940254416134277769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=7940254416134277769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7940254416134277769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7940254416134277769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-star.html' title='she&apos;s a star'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-546748436475355009</id><published>2009-03-11T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:46:45.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn son!</title><content type='html'>argh! i wanna go back to bali. i miss bali so damn much! how i wish i could just stay there and never return again. i feel suffacated by the air im breathing in. im stressed up with all the work that needs to be done perfectly. im sick of impressing everyone. i just wanna go back to bali. sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-546748436475355009?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/546748436475355009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=546748436475355009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/546748436475355009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/546748436475355009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-son.html' title='damn son!'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-3511110154060713778</id><published>2009-02-15T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:23:48.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap!</title><content type='html'>u told me that im everything to u. u told me u love me. u told me u'll be there for me. u told me we're gonna be fine. u told me im beautiful. u told me i am the one. u told me u will not make me cry anymore. u told me u gonna bring me out of this mess. u told me u miss me. u told me u never felt this kind of love before. u told me that u would do anything for me. u told me that u will listen. u told me that life is hard. u told me life is unfair. u told me the world are full with bad people.  one thing u never told me before.. u lied to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-3511110154060713778?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/3511110154060713778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=3511110154060713778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/3511110154060713778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/3511110154060713778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2009/02/crap.html' title='crap!'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-8522600031125469485</id><published>2009-01-25T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:10:11.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring month</title><content type='html'>damn.. finally we're having a break. although a week sounds short but i guess that will do after a hectic month. too many assignments and stuffs need to be done. with tests coming on after the break, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so fucked up! i cant wait for my getaway vacation this semester break which is 3/4 months away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ptptn&lt;/span&gt; is coming and i really cant wait to get a new baby! this time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; make sure i get a female one. guess what, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;zara&lt;/span&gt; turned out to be a male!  gosh, no wonder he's so aggressive especially during mating seasons. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; endured pain from the scratches and tail whips. i guess a female &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beardie&lt;/span&gt; would be good. no more males. seriously! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;zara&lt;/span&gt; himself is very naughty and i don't think i would need another naughty baby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;zara&lt;/span&gt; has grown  drastically since we changed his home. recently he loss his nails because he got too excited jumping up and down like a monkey and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;got stuck&lt;/span&gt; in between the cage. sigh.. i was really panic and actually cried that day. as if like he's my biological son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my.. i miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;heikal&lt;/span&gt;. where is he? i guess right now he must be in his car driving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;batu&lt;/span&gt; cave. damn you sexy,bad boy. i miss u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-8522600031125469485?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/8522600031125469485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=8522600031125469485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/8522600031125469485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/8522600031125469485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiring-month.html' title='tiring month'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-4030125596751607002</id><published>2008-12-05T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T00:50:30.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a dream.. a song to sing</title><content type='html'>well, that's not exactly my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; but i do own a dream though. i live my life to achieve it. i was struck by love cupid not long time ago. until now, i still am. I've gone through lots of ups and downs since i drove down this route but i still manage to put myself together and hope the sun will shine someday. i dream to&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; love and live&lt;/span&gt; with this one man whom i find him interesting and extraordinary than those typical guys that i used to date. it might sounds like a trash talk but i am truly serious about this. the only problem now is that its hard for me to have him by myself. trust me, its damn hard! i know very well that life is unfair and we can never get everything that we want easily. god, you gotta give me some credit here for all the hard and complicated issues that i went through ever since i met him. sigh.. all I'm asking for is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;him to be mine&lt;/span&gt; and only mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-4030125596751607002?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/4030125596751607002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=4030125596751607002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4030125596751607002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4030125596751607002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-dream-song-to-sing.html' title='i have a dream.. a song to sing'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-4527218057472403328</id><published>2008-11-26T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:00:19.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a boy</title><content type='html'>beyonce's latest song really hit me. im not sure why coz everyone thinks that im so lucky. the truth is, everything is so much different now. we argue,we yell, we cant communicate as well as we used to. it makes me sad but i dont know what i can do to turn back time. it wont do anything if i talk it out coz i know it'll end up ugly and messed up. im depressed. i need a vacation. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-4527218057472403328?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/4527218057472403328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=4527218057472403328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4527218057472403328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4527218057472403328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-were-boy.html' title='if i were a boy'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-8381724444653207092</id><published>2008-11-21T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:19:29.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's happening?!</title><content type='html'>im so stressed and messed up! what's going on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-8381724444653207092?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/8381724444653207092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=8381724444653207092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/8381724444653207092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/8381724444653207092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-happening.html' title='what&apos;s happening?!'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-4953262229144085626</id><published>2008-11-21T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:06:46.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unbelievable!</title><content type='html'>im not sure y many things turn out like what its not supposed to be lately. countless accidents and tragedy happened. currently no one knows y im like this. sigh... perhaps they didn't notice that im a bit different than usual. gosh! i really wanna get back to itm n study study n study more so that my mind is occupied. he keeps getting mad at me and my friend's are currently not available (they got their own reasons) for me to turn to. double sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-4953262229144085626?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/4953262229144085626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=4953262229144085626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4953262229144085626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4953262229144085626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/11/unbelievable.html' title='unbelievable!'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-4295892207434672523</id><published>2008-11-20T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:54:53.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday has just begun!</title><content type='html'>unfortunately, i miss class and friends already. sigh.. i'll be staying outside next sem. there won't be any of my psycho friends to fool around with me anymore =( i'm gonna miss them bugging around tho. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! my birthday is coming in less than a month! weeeeeee =) can't wait for it! where should i make a party this year yeah? hmmm... any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-4295892207434672523?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/4295892207434672523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=4295892207434672523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4295892207434672523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4295892207434672523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-has-just-begun.html' title='holiday has just begun!'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-888387881082072082</id><published>2008-10-18T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:21:30.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if and only if..</title><content type='html'>how i wish he could understand how much i care n love him.. if only he knew how much i need him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-888387881082072082?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/888387881082072082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=888387881082072082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/888387881082072082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/888387881082072082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-and-only-if.html' title='if and only if..'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-4092595502418691762</id><published>2008-10-15T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:15:15.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disturbia</title><content type='html'>im so addicted to disturbia nowadays. it seems like its describing my life for now. sigh.. i miss heikal. i miss being the old us. laugh all day and night. hang out like nobody's business. i miss those old days but of course there are lots of consequences that we have to go through to get back to it. i haven't been telling heikal how i feel lately. i guess because i don't want to burden my feelings with him. (as if he don't have enough things to do and think of) i miss hugging heikal and all the moments that we had spent together. im lonely and stressed up. i need a vacation. but how?? final's is coming and there are lots of stuff to revise and there's too little time. i so need him right now. if only i could just share this with him. everytime i confront him, the words is just not coming out. i want him.. to be in his arm would be the best thing that could happen now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-4092595502418691762?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/4092595502418691762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=4092595502418691762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4092595502418691762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4092595502418691762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/10/disturbia.html' title='disturbia'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-7730167653988273736</id><published>2008-10-02T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:58:10.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness</title><content type='html'>its the first day of eid. yet, i dont feel anything special bout it. something feels so wrong here. wait! is it the food? no. i dont think so. or maybe.. hmm.. the phone that im dying for? nah.. not that. oh i know! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heikal&lt;/span&gt;'s missing! yes! exactly! its been like 2 going to 3 days we've not seen each other yet i feel like years of gloomy days. sigh.. plz come home hun. miss u like .. like.. too much to describe! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;miss hugging&lt;/span&gt; n calling u dummy so much! i wouldn't want to trade that for anything else in this world. unless it's really worth it.. =) hehe. just kidding okay. hmm.. im going back to my hometown tomorrow. i dont feel any excitement like years before. i just wish u could be here n everywhere with me. cant wait for the day to come. grrr! i miss u a lot la babi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-7730167653988273736?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/7730167653988273736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=7730167653988273736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7730167653988273736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7730167653988273736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/10/sadness.html' title='sadness'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-7155450996849069796</id><published>2008-09-27T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:17:33.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholy</title><content type='html'>few more days til eid. n i haven't done my shopping yet. y? bcoz i dont have the mood at all. the only thing i could think of getting right now is that LG kc550 phone. the moment i saw the phone, i felt as if i fell in love again n this time, deep and hard core! cool features, elegant look, etc. damn! the only thing now is that im broke and i need to save up for my room rental. i cant ask my mum bcoz she's paying for my car n the fuel. sigh... im really not in my best condition lately. i want that phone. badly! s.o.s! could there be anyone out there who'd be kind enough to buy me one? i wonder..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-7155450996849069796?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/7155450996849069796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=7155450996849069796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7155450996849069796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7155450996849069796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/09/melancholy.html' title='melancholy'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-7500125128145100485</id><published>2008-09-17T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:39:51.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more week til eid</title><content type='html'>damn! im so packed up with the schedules. quizzes,tests n uncountable assignments! cant wait for the end of the sem. not for the holiday but new sem instead. huhu =P i got my own reasons for it. im thrilled indeed! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-7500125128145100485?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/7500125128145100485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=7500125128145100485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7500125128145100485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7500125128145100485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-more-week-til-eid.html' title='2 more week til eid'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-2195783792999857042</id><published>2008-08-17T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:27:30.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its been loooooonggg</title><content type='html'>its been almost 2 months now since im in uitm. a lot of things had changed. like always, there are good and bad ones. lets start with the bad ones first shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few seconds ago, i visited izzie's myspace page. congrats on ur new gf! =) but re&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SKeogz8mEUI/AAAAAAAAADI/u8VdFNqqt9M/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SKeogz8mEUI/AAAAAAAAADI/u8VdFNqqt9M/s320/DSC01527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235338373495132482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;member my friend, im still the pretiest no matter what. next, right now im having my break for a week. shit! a lot of pending assignments! argh! malasnyeeee.. emm.. lemme share with u what had happened these past weeks. i had lots of downs rather than ups. been through shitty tests, stupid secret admirers who always gets on my nerves with their messages and calls, lack of money, lack of sleep, having flu and sore throat for almost 2 weeks already and plenty more. im too tired to walk nor talk. i am well tortured by my studies but what can i do.. im stuck there anyway. there's no turning back for college. emm.. since im in Uni, i had to live seperately from my babies(max-c,daria,jude,luna n zara). miss them so much! it upsets me knowing that i cant see them everyday. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, good ones.. the best news i ever received ever since i went for Uni is that i found out that my bf's psycho ex already had a bf! amazingly, someone actually loves HER! haha. i wish u all the best luck aite. besides that, im glad that now im much closer with heikal. though we dont have that much time to spend together due to our classes and assignments, but im satisfied with our distance. we are now closer with each other n i can see him whenever i want. n yeah, it helps a lot with my studi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SKep4AxXyDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XJ55945Mm08/s1600-h/DSC01074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SKep4AxXyDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XJ55945Mm08/s320/DSC01074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235339871586338866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;es. he's there to bare with my nags and complaints. haha. =P i love my heikal! qal, if u r reading this, do know that u'r not just d man of my life, but u r d king. love love love...what else..? hmm.. owh! forgot to mention that i have 3 new fun and crazy cliques in Uni. hehe. qila,ain n nora. textile tech rules man! i love 3 of em but of course, my lads comes first. =) maybe i should bring em meet my lads someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-2195783792999857042?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/2195783792999857042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=2195783792999857042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/2195783792999857042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/2195783792999857042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-loooooonggg.html' title='its been loooooonggg'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SKeogz8mEUI/AAAAAAAAADI/u8VdFNqqt9M/s72-c/DSC01527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-885472718065799120</id><published>2008-07-28T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:28:40.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;today,its been a month im in uitm. a lot of things had changed. i miss my girls and of course, my CAR! ever since most of us left for university, it feels so incomplete inside. im not as what i was before. its hard for me to smile and laugh like i used to. although there are girls here who i could get along with, it will never feel the same with my lads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 great thing bout being here is that i could be closer with heikal. we spent most of the days together either before or after class. it helps our relationship in a way. i never feel bored of seeing him everyday. baby, i love u so much and never ever think that i will let u go. u are mine and always be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another 1 more week to go and i'll be having my first exam in uitm. argh! really stressed out. im so not ready yet. even in most of my quizzes, i did quite bad. =( stress stress stress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nora, qila,ain. my three cliques here. its only been a month we're here yet there's already bad rumours going around bout 4 of us. im not sure why they are spreading those bad gossips. maybe they're just jealous that we are loved by our lecturers and we care less bout others. pathetic students! oh! there are few guys that actually HAVE the look here and some of the lecturers and lab assitants &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-885472718065799120?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/885472718065799120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=885472718065799120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/885472718065799120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/885472718065799120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/07/hard-life.html' title='hard life'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-1161367223350285054</id><published>2008-06-27T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T11:32:12.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gloomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;lov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i know these couple of days had been so hectic+chaos. I'm glad that u were there with me all along. we're going to be sort of lost contact this coming week. i know we won't be that far from each other but both of us are going to be so busy with our own stuff. it upsets me knowing that i wont be able to see u at least once in a week time. I'm nervous. i really need to build up my courage but it seems like every second the clock's ticking, my heart felt like it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;throbbed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i want to apologize for what happened between us lately. i never meant to hurt u nor make u feel uncomfortable/worry. i want u to know that u got absolutely nothing to worry about me and my guy friends. there's only one man that i desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;now and forever&lt;/span&gt;. u are the one that i only and truly love. i hope u trust me on this. i love u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Heikal&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-1161367223350285054?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/1161367223350285054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=1161367223350285054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/1161367223350285054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/1161367223350285054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/06/gloomy.html' title='gloomy'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-5582461473003390756</id><published>2008-06-26T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:52:38.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more days to go</title><content type='html'>im quite nervous for this saturday. sigh.. how i wish i could extend my holidays. even though it was so boring, at least i dont have to worry bout my grades also meeting and making new friends.  anyway, i just came back from the salon. im no longer a blonde+red head but a brunette instead. sigh again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-5582461473003390756?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/5582461473003390756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=5582461473003390756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5582461473003390756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5582461473003390756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-more-days-to-go.html' title='2 more days to go'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-5872519333015637445</id><published>2008-06-20T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:30:18.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tiring day</title><content type='html'>geeee! its been so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; lately. went to the hospital today. there's a very cute guy sitting next to me  but unfortunately, he look so sick and seems like he's going to die any time soon. kesiaaann.. i hate going to the hospital!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-5872519333015637445?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/5872519333015637445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=5872519333015637445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5872519333015637445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5872519333015637445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/06/tiring-day.html' title='tiring day'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-7637905919867248969</id><published>2008-06-10T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:55:03.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slutty ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pity her&lt;br /&gt;she just cant push herself forward&lt;br /&gt;begging sympathy is her best quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity her&lt;br /&gt;crying and mourning over things that ain't meant to be hers&lt;br /&gt;try to pretend everything is fine while its a disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity her&lt;br /&gt;writing all the bad memories to suck people's attention&lt;br /&gt;no one can differs the truth and swindle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity her&lt;br /&gt;her mind and soul thirst of his presence&lt;br /&gt;she's blinded by her own emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity her&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to turbid things up&lt;br /&gt;her shallow mind dragged her to the valley of doom&lt;br /&gt;pity her, pity her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-7637905919867248969?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/7637905919867248969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=7637905919867248969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7637905919867248969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7637905919867248969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/06/slutty-ex.html' title='slutty ex'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-5691041658434730194</id><published>2008-06-09T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:50:59.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>havoc -7/6/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEyLFCupM-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gUWoawFjtgA/s1600-h/IMG_2864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEyLFCupM-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gUWoawFjtgA/s200/IMG_2864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209691787708937186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh my oh my! it was a disaster outside lagoon. everyone's pushing and yelling towards each other.  riots happen almost every 10 mins! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEyL7je4XqI/AAAAAAAAACo/RKI90Nq3bao/s1600-h/IMG_2873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEyL7je4XqI/AAAAAAAAACo/RKI90Nq3bao/s320/IMG_2873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209692724214128290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;luckily i got through it in less than an hour without any injuries. lol. inside, there were a lot of junkies and kiddies. gosh! it gives me a major headache. anyway, still had fun tho with my girls and heikal. geeee.. i dont think i'll be going for SS again next year.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEyLRB4vFCI/AAAAAAAAACY/2FsrVZhyGtA/s1600-h/IMG_2866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEyLRB4vFCI/AAAAAAAAACY/2FsrVZhyGtA/s200/IMG_2866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209691993641260066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-5691041658434730194?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/5691041658434730194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=5691041658434730194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5691041658434730194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5691041658434730194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/06/havoc-7608.html' title='havoc -7/6/08'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEyLFCupM-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gUWoawFjtgA/s72-c/IMG_2864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-4836811432012560360</id><published>2008-06-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:07:48.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>devil's day</title><content type='html'>2 great things happened today. 1st of all, i just got my new car. the other is that heikal passed his exam. it's such a relieve knowing it because he'd been complaining about how suck it was last semester. thank god that 2 out of plenty things that i always worried about had past. what can i say about the new car? hmm.. the "new car" smell gives me a major headache. plus, it was a freaking hot day and everywhere i go there's heavy traffic. luckily its an auto car. im so tired. i felt bad tho because i made him wait at the restaurant about an hour. sorry honey. love u! XoxoXOXo.. &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-4836811432012560360?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/4836811432012560360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=4836811432012560360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4836811432012560360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/4836811432012560360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/06/devils-day.html' title='devil&apos;s day'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-2736808060234336745</id><published>2008-06-04T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:22:30.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to love u madly</title><content type='html'>im sorry for acting like a bitch earlier. its a very sour and gloomy day.  im just not in the mood to talk to anyone including u.  what ever u say wont make things right and i hope u'll be patient enough to just leave me alone for these few days. sorry again. i just want to be on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-2736808060234336745?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/2736808060234336745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=2736808060234336745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/2736808060234336745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/2736808060234336745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-want-to-love-u-madly.html' title='i want to love u madly'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-6937082372562813516</id><published>2008-06-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:38:05.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down on bended knee</title><content type='html'>boy, i really miss u. it makes me feel like crying when ever im lying down on my bed while listening to all the songs that we had memories together. there's nothing more that i wanna ask for from u except for u being by my side all day and night. i know that's impossible and sounds so selfish but believe me, im not being myself when u're not around. its hard for me to laugh, smile nor communicate like i used to be. boy, i miss u. there's nothing else i could do to make myself to think less about u. so im asking your help to stay and care for me more than what u do to anyone else. sigh.. cant stop myself from missing u... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-6937082372562813516?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/6937082372562813516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=6937082372562813516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/6937082372562813516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/6937082372562813516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/06/down-on-bended-knee.html' title='down on bended knee'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-9132719782724134427</id><published>2008-05-29T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:58:10.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big bad boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's looking extremely sexy when formally dressed&lt;br /&gt;tight curvy butt and broad tough shoulder waters my mouth&lt;br /&gt;his calm shadowy slit eyes ignites my cold heart and makes it feel hearty than ever&lt;br /&gt;how i adore every each of his unique countenance no matter what mode he's in&lt;br /&gt;i feel like it was summer again every time he hugged and kissed me&lt;br /&gt;he mastered almost every moves of a gentleman should&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how he put a spell on me just by staring deeply into those sharp corners in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;his touch is magical&lt;br /&gt;it tingles and shivers me inside out when ever i sense his presence&lt;br /&gt;im madly in love with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                       -my love,heikal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-9132719782724134427?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-179590559292182892</id><published>2008-05-27T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:34:49.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SDuBSC3KxfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7OUhkUUbiMU/s1600-h/20052008%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SDuBSC3KxfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7OUhkUUbiMU/s320/20052008%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204895941362632178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-179590559292182892?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/179590559292182892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=179590559292182892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/179590559292182892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/179590559292182892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-bitch.html' title='my bitch'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SDuBSC3KxfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7OUhkUUbiMU/s72-c/20052008%28013%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-7501052657087359702</id><published>2008-05-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:41:57.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritated</title><content type='html'>today,i get pissed off by quite a number of people. had an argument with most of my loved ones. i dont know why it seems like everything they do or say makes me feel irritated and mad. im just not in the mood to talk to anybody including him. why must he be so defensive? he really did get on my nerves this evening. im so pissed so just fuck off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-7501052657087359702?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/7501052657087359702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=7501052657087359702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7501052657087359702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7501052657087359702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/05/irritated.html' title='irritated'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-7511919283317062872</id><published>2008-05-23T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:09:06.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>melancholy</title><content type='html'>i haven't been in my best condition lately. a lot of things been bothering me. i've tried my best to control my emotions but i'll end up crashed n smashed into pieces. nothing seems able to pleased me. im very sorry to those people who'd became my mourning victim these past few days. im currently in  my recovering phase and i hope most of u could stay by my side and go through it with me. lets hope i'll be the same me again asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-7511919283317062872?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/7511919283317062872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=7511919283317062872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7511919283317062872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/7511919283317062872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-havent-been-in-my-best-condition.html' title='melancholy'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-5481122325197819971</id><published>2008-05-20T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:06:38.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby zara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SDJpniQJ42I/AAAAAAAAABs/Wedzmq5eAzs/s1600-h/19052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SDJpniQJ42I/AAAAAAAAABs/Wedzmq5eAzs/s320/19052008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202336647496721250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SDJpUCQJ41I/AAAAAAAAABk/yGXy0SbnjWE/s1600-h/19052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-5481122325197819971?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/5481122325197819971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=5481122325197819971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5481122325197819971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5481122325197819971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-zara.html' title='baby zara'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SDJpniQJ42I/AAAAAAAAABs/Wedzmq5eAzs/s72-c/19052008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-3875512842530900991</id><published>2008-05-11T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:38:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's a lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SCZp5kP0zUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jDn-MuzX5XI/s1600-h/11052008%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SCZp5kP0zUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jDn-MuzX5XI/s200/11052008%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198959257549327682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my new baby, zara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-3875512842530900991?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/3875512842530900991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=3875512842530900991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/3875512842530900991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/3875512842530900991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/05/shes-lady.html' title='she&apos;s a lady!'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SCZp5kP0zUI/AAAAAAAAABc/jDn-MuzX5XI/s72-c/11052008%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-6475214842883712542</id><published>2008-05-09T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:15:58.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>star shines brighter tonight</title><content type='html'>omg! heikal just bought me an adorable cutesy hyperactive baby iggy! she's wonderful. healthy and elegant! =) zara really made my day. weeeeee! im so happy! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-6475214842883712542?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/6475214842883712542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=6475214842883712542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/6475214842883712542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/6475214842883712542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/05/star-shines-brighter-tonight.html' title='star shines brighter tonight'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-226904486832220297</id><published>2008-05-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:16:18.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iggy hunting</title><content type='html'>such a tiring day. went to kl centrel, taipan and sunway just to look for a baby iguana. im quite dissapointed because they dont have the stock anymore. we thought of so many places but most of it doesnt sell a baby iguana. sigh.. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-5133333113603783795</id><published>2008-05-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:23:37.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my lads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;girls, im sorry for what's happening lately. im not trying to avoid any one of you but i just dont feel like im apart of the family anymore. we rarely communicate and confess our feelings towards each other nowadays. i feel like im not the liyana that i used to be. maybe some of you thinks that im just keeping myself away but the truth is i feel awkward. the feeling of not knowing what's happening in your (each and every one of you) life, it makes me scared of losing and lost in track. sorry again. i hope we can work things out. miss you girls. -lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-5133333113603783795?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/5133333113603783795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=5133333113603783795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5133333113603783795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/5133333113603783795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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(perfume collections)'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SCBMXUly9fI/AAAAAAAAAAw/GC8FB_3EyTc/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-6639371206721933503</id><published>2008-05-05T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:16:06.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SB78VUly9dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CDYrE-Cbbb0/s1600-h/DSC01373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SB78VUly9dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CDYrE-Cbbb0/s320/DSC01373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196868463266821586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mohd heikal. he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;charms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;me every time he smiles, laugh and make that sinister expression. im always interested with what he gotta say or do. i know that sounds so obsessed but what the heck, i dont care if he thinks that's scary or pathetic. as far as i know, he love the way i look,smile,stare and blush whenever im with him. yes, i do blush! isn't that amazing? he's one guy that i dont want to let go just to stand up for my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;egoism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; or my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;selfishnes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. he did change apart of me which usually like to receive rather than giving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;he's my strength and he's my weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. (like what he always say) its surprising how i obey his words when i have to. it shuts me every time he changes his tune/tempo. the liyana that people always knew are so arrogant and full of ego. we share most of our interests and common dislikes. from food to clothes, books, movies and many more. i never felt empty or bored when he's around. there's always smiles and laughters when we communicate with each other no matter in chaos or silent moment. i was told that he never felt so loved by a lady like how i loved him. that makes me feel so flattered because i myself never had a guy who understand all my needs. we went through uncountable ups and downs. problems kept chasing us while happiness always waiting at the end point.  heikal isn't the guy that i'd always go for before this. everyone knows what type of guys i always drool for. tall,skinny,fair,butt-less and thin lips. indeed, he's short for his age, well build, quite dark, pouty butt and lips. unbelievable! even my girls are shocked when they found out b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SB8EQEly9eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8VWdhUA7N1U/s1600-h/l_9bb86fa979c9f691b68df5255c6b4583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SB8EQEly9eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8VWdhUA7N1U/s320/l_9bb86fa979c9f691b68df5255c6b4583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196877169165530594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;out him. well, people say that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;love of your life isn't always like what you dream of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. i totally agree with it. he's unique in his own way. my brother been wandering why did i chose him. at last, he figured out that im into naughty type of guys. not just by their looks, but also the attitude. his appearance got nothing to do with the reasons why i love him with all my heart and soul. like i said, he charms me with what ever he say, do or make. im proud to say that i want to be with him my entire life and produce our own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;maniacs and little devils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;. =) i've been there with him in various  conditions. seen him sleeping, pooping (haha! i'll never forget that), tired, mood swing and he even sneezed and fart at me. there's too many to list it down. no matter what, i still find that he's cute and adorable. god knows why. i kept telling him that too and how he wonder why i never feel disgusted nor annoyed by him. i accept heikal just the way he is. although he's lack of some things that my "guy" should be but no one is perfect. even me myself have things that a guy wouldn't want their girl to be. i thank god for granting me an unbelievable ass,jerk, etc. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; i love u mohamed heikal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;! grrr! you'll always be my babi, gegurl, gemok dll. love love loveeee&lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-6639371206721933503?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/6639371206721933503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=6639371206721933503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/6639371206721933503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/6639371206721933503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/05/mohd-heikal.html' title='love of my life'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SB78VUly9dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CDYrE-Cbbb0/s72-c/DSC01373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7768298350621187625.post-3981500260959700962</id><published>2008-05-05T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:14:06.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn (^O^)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;it was a hectic week which ends yesterday. went for a vacation with my mum's cliques and workers. everything was all planned out and i didn't even get the chance to get tanned. luckily i managed to do some shopping on the last day. the first night was hilarious. mum and friends organized a themed party. we all had to dress up. i was the kinky girl like always ;P oh! i really loved uncle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;halim's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; costume. he had a long &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yellow wig&lt;/span&gt; which make him look like a 7 months&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; pregnant blonde&lt;/span&gt; -rock star.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. most of the guys wore crappy costumes which make them look so stupid yet creative. most of the ladies chose to wear sort of fairy look-like costumes. there are few of them who did wore something bold like an african lady and kimono girls. although this trip was amazing, but i still preferred to be in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bali&lt;/span&gt;. me and Bali. that's what my mum always say. im quite dissapointed that this year we wont be going there because of what she had planned for the entire year. anyway, i have to drop it or i wont be getting a new car. so, zip it then. today, i think im having a slight fever. it was extremely hot the whole 5 days. hmm.. now, im waiting for heikal to pick me up. i hope he's doing fine for his math paper. i bought lots of stuff for that pig. argh! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;missing piggy&lt;/span&gt; so much! oh, and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;babies&lt;/span&gt; too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;max-c,daria,luna and jude&lt;/span&gt;. mummy's home! hope heikal will send them back asap. oh, i was thinking of going for water dragon's hunting tomorrow. i wonder how the heck im going to teach heikal to get along with it. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss my girls&lt;/span&gt; a lot! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tira,ja,phat,fatin,jen,zan and shia&lt;/span&gt;. hope they all gonna be there this wednesday. weeeeee! =) cant wait for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7768298350621187625-3981500260959700962?l=liyanalee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/feeds/3981500260959700962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7768298350621187625&amp;postID=3981500260959700962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/3981500260959700962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7768298350621187625/posts/default/3981500260959700962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://liyanalee.blogspot.com/2008/05/yawn-o.html' title='yawn (^O^)'/><author><name>lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08523379544364441191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_V9O_n2OE4Po/SEaJtPDjbyI/AAAAAAAAACI/hgoojuFoFu8/S220/CIMG1243-1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
