<?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-38756760</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:30:01.219+08:00</updated><category term='happiness can?'/><category term='rain'/><category term='The consequences that I&apos;ve rendered'/><category term='un-happiness'/><category term='make up tips..'/><category term='happy..happy'/><category term='fcuk..'/><category term='saddist.'/><category term='hantu'/><category term='I&apos;ve stretched myself beyond my means'/><category term='recently listened to dambaan cinta. suck siak...'/><category term='HUNGRY'/><category term='rain go away. come again another day.'/><category term='i really hope i wont crossed this path in my life.'/><category term='Feng Shui your Beauty'/><category term='THANKS MEED ID'/><category term='break-ups is never easy.'/><title type='text'>dirtysecretofme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-38294151846160103</id><published>2008-03-17T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:27:39.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had so much rest after camp yesterday. i really enjoyed the 3days/2night camp,but, sadly i cant attend the first day of camp due to investiture meeting and 40th annual dinner @meritus mandarin and and and i paitau the annual dinner. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp, was so much fun. im not regretting coming down there early in the morning with the ex's. the group really welcoming me thou i come for the 2 day camp. high element, zig zag, multi captain ball, mud walk and camp fire night was totally blast fucking fun i tell you. this is the ever best camp i had in my life with energetic might ducks and the cute int,trevis. i had so much fun with them thou he's ard looking at me and i don't really cares he's ard me.life have to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so lucky indeed after the break-ups. cos my everyday life always have something for me to do. and i  don't even have so much rest. i had investiture's and  the thailand's trip coming on the 20th and 22th.i spent jolly well with march/april sch hols. i really keep myself occupied,thou its really tired but worth for myself. thank god for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you this, im tired with everything i had in my past life and now all i have to do is put something meaningful and benefit for myself and life. i don't need anyone to share with my present life right now and i'm glad i had a wonderful family and friends around me. i guess, im mature enough to think for myself. all this while i've been thinking and doing for all myself without asking somebody help that means i'm adult. yipee....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-38294151846160103?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/38294151846160103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=38294151846160103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/38294151846160103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/38294151846160103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2008/03/morning-i-had-so-much-rest-after-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-8863103173898154921</id><published>2008-03-10T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:31:20.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday it's getting worse not better,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should sit and finally talk.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz where were at it's hard to measure,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm standin in front of a wall, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why I look sad and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know why I can barely talk, well&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault so let me say I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;For makin you the reason for my fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could be like I was before.&lt;br /&gt;I was ridin high but now I'm feelin so low.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you could make my world feel better,&lt;br /&gt;And take away the hurt so I won't be so far gone (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always hurt the people closest to ya,&lt;br /&gt;Guess I blamed you for everything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why it's so hard to tell ya,&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I'm writing you this song! yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-8863103173898154921?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/8863103173898154921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>heylo goodafternoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know where to start. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey, im doing good and been busy with as usual school stuff and meetings. exam is just next week and i really dont't know if i really ready to sat for the paper. i've been studied so hard so far and revised the last paper rev. and i do hope i pass this paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOSTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Study week&lt;br /&gt;-EXAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thailand Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting&lt;br /&gt;-Teambuilding&lt;br /&gt;-visit disabled adult (community service)&lt;br /&gt;-Playing with Cement.&lt;br /&gt;Flight off 22 march.8 am...till 5th april.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investiture Sc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting&lt;br /&gt;-Rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;-Voting for president&lt;br /&gt;-Rehearsal till 20th March.&lt;br /&gt;-Blaze I &amp; Blaze II Camp&lt;br /&gt;-Exco's Chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bridge Leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp on 14th to 16th @ jln batera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nite Cyling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what im going do for my life.&lt;br /&gt;im tired with everything i had.&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the right time to say it out.&lt;br /&gt;like what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"i prepared for the worse to come".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-4526680712282297432?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-9031650950975976114</id><published>2008-02-25T13:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T13:33:43.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my feet pain. ouch!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-9031650950975976114?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/9031650950975976114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=9031650950975976114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/9031650950975976114'/><link rel='self' 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up early. im sicked and tired of this routine and the problems i had to faced and trying to put the problems aside.i know i get involved so many activities just to get myself free of thinking the problems i had to settle.but i've already prepared for the worse.let it be.every problems there's always a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to set my mind and soul strong, set my priorities right.i want my life path to be smooth and straight without any difficulties.sometimes, i finally let go of everything.i dont know wht was holding me back anymore.i dont know what it is about.bt sometimes i break down and cry over anything i cud possibly think of.anything makes me sad or sensitive soul.i dnt know if im being stupid or naive. thou ppl think i was a bubbly and happy type of person i do have weakness in myself.bt my head is overloaded with shit between my daily life, schools,past and the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if can i dont want to think about aything and i know i always avoid when comes to settle things.sometime i wish i could share with someone that really understand my situation and help me out of this shit.urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thailand trip only next month i do hope, the problems would go away without leaving any disapointed, hatred, sadness or whatsoever that hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-5466718998968763474?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/5466718998968763474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=5466718998968763474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5466718998968763474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5466718998968763474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2008/02/heylo-i-hardly-get-myself-free-from.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-4764666861188766869</id><published>2008-02-04T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:43:36.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its sucha pain and shity at the same time. i dont know what i got myself into. i felt so so so sad and many mix emotion feeling in me. i felt like im dying inside. urgh. i wish i cud dig the hole and put myslf in inside and went to sleep. i felt sucky sucky right now. i missed someone so blardy much. really. i miss you so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-4764666861188766869?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/4764666861188766869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=4764666861188766869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/4764666861188766869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/4764666861188766869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-sucha-pain-and-shity-at-same-time.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3863180796556115030</id><published>2008-01-04T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:16:50.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes,i felt i need ijal here.sometimes, i felt i need him more than anyone. i felt he understands me more than anyone.he the only guys that i met who really being patient with me.sometimes,i felt shit all the time.i don't know why i feel this way. what's got into me now.i had someone.why, i can't just adapt with this person?why i had this negative thought and paranoid feelings.why, i can't just be cool.urgh! i feel blardy pissed.but i really2 need hafeez too.i can't have 2 at all times.and its not fair. i shud move on like right now. please look forward fauziah. please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-3863180796556115030?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3863180796556115030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=3863180796556115030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3863180796556115030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3863180796556115030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2008/01/sometimesi-felt-i-need-ijal-here.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-1116089130615387043</id><published>2008-01-04T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:13:52.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its cloudy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey,im watching the prince hour just to killed my boredom.and surprisingly they have eng sub title.if i know youtube have this korean mv's i would'nt ask bf to rent for me from his workplace.i can just watching it from youtube and they have eng sub unlike someone workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really2 feeling shit and bored right now. really!i can't wait for school reopen and miting up the crzy bunch of peeps at school.but i hope i don't have to heard or whatsoever comments or stories between me with bf in school.and i've to prepared myself for the worst and sooner or later they will know my status and that's was so not fun lah when people know i'm attched.i still want to have attention and get pampered by them but sadly bf have warning me to not go beyond his limit.damned it!i find him, like maknenek uh and then its hard for me to flirt ard.but i can do behind his back. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafeez having a lifesaving course today at school.i bet he having fun kissing while doing his cpr practical test.he sound so happy when he phone me.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;biaserlah&lt;/span&gt;hot stuff and he always surrounding with girls.but let him be lah, i really don't bother that much.lets the girls entertaining him so i dont have to layan him.i can take a rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ijal in camp right now. i really pity him so much and i felt bad all the time when thinking about him and listened to his problems and how he feels everything. sometimes, i felt like giving him another chance but i know i can't do that.as a friend the only way to listened to his sorrowness. but i admit,i even cant forget him and sometimes i do missed him.he's the only one who really2 understand my characters and everything about me.he's the most generous,loving,caring guy i met in this world.who does not stingy and selfish with his money.i really hope he get a girl that loves him and not his money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now...i hope this is my happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-1116089130615387043?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3842202036976541101</id><published>2007-12-20T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:26:12.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i  treasured every friendship,very moments we had, mementos and everything. but what i've done wrong, what i do. if that you wanted so much, alright i'll try that. god, give me strength. urgh, i don't get it why you must do us this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-3842202036976541101?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3842202036976541101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>so cooling,bebey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've this misunderstand situation with someone mebe if my instinct are not wrong. everytime we chat or something we had this lil argument or we pin point each others or find my faults. i don't get it. how i want to moves on like others if some people pick a faults on me and blame me about the past and reminded me all over again. i want to forget all that. i just want some peace in my life a freedom and no blocking. damned it. i'm sucha loser. i'm sucha wasted. but i'm happy with how i carry myself and how i can think wisely and how my parents taught me. i'm blessed with everything i do in this life. i hope the pillar that give me strength won't fall off from me where i need a encouragement and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it hurt enough people saying a harsh words and personal stuff. and how people judge somebody saying an appropriate comments. everybody are not perfect and people do makes mistake in life. people deserved a second chance and they deserved to turn a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hurt enough. very deeply hurt. crying no used. people won't just understand.&lt;br /&gt;let them poking. *ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-1950039077970145076?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/1950039077970145076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=1950039077970145076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1950039077970145076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/R2e0s6TAO6I/AAAAAAAAASM/jBgWzTIon7w/s200/1264109377_682d32a001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145279782950288290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damned!&lt;br /&gt;i sometimes don't really understand my ownself. i don't know what am i thinking or doing. it's f*cking frustrated when you know u sucha useless person.i don't know why i have this feeling sympathetic towards people especially someone who's hurt me still i give in everytime and i put all the past behind me. but This kind of people doesn't appreciate me and they somehow purposely or un-purposely hurt me. sometimes i felt that its not so fair and bad but still i cant see them in that kind of state asking for forgiveness. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school holiday started and i started to feel so farking bored here.oh, how i wished i wud be back to school again with a tremendous friends. i really miss the 3 guys. really but i don't know where each person doing right now. they all so busy. com'on dont leave me behind guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward for new school shoes. how i wished everyday i get an allowance from my parents thou it school hols too. i need a job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-9207870501212013877?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/9207870501212013877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=9207870501212013877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/9207870501212013877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/9207870501212013877'/><link 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it so frustrated! if i have a magic power and i will screams as loud as i can to ears. i wanted you to know how irritating it is and how so frustrated i am right now. if i've the strength i just want to chop into pieces and lets the tiger eat ur meat. its not fun making me this way. its not blardy fun you get it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've many plans for today. and i don't know which to join to. and its blardy raining and its not fun going anywhere with wet clothes because i dont't want to bring any umbrella's. urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-4397936097289887817?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/4397936097289887817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>heylo sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, how time flies and now is december. i'm having a great november and i really enjoyed everything. i really appreciate the day i went out with bestfriend and with other friends. laughing! they are like my laughing gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school holiday is just around the corner and i can't wait for that.and sweetheart i can't wait to spent time with you and i enjoyed every moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to go phuket, insya'allah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-7787685431241000857?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/7787685431241000857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gemini - Your Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/gemini-love.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lively, outgoing attitude attracts people to you everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;You can talk your way into - and out of - any situation you desire.&lt;br /&gt;You're adaptable enough to flirt with anyone - and people tend to fight over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get easily bored in relationships, and tend to jump from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a bit of a player - and have a high tolerance for drama in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Not the most empathetic person, you tend to tell lovers to "get over" their problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is intelligent and quick witted enough to keep you interested.&lt;br /&gt;Is a bit of a shape shifter, providing you with the variety you crave.&lt;br /&gt;An open minded person, who's willing to have a non-traditional relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting. If your date shows you a new experience (like Egyptian food or scuba diving), you're very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experimental: it's rare that you try the same thing twice.&lt;br /&gt;Ultra kinky - you do stuff that's not even in books yet.&lt;br /&gt;Hot and cold... sometimes you're just not into the whole sex thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle down a little. Sometimes good things come with time - so don't let people go so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge that you're a player and flirt. If your mate can't live with this, find someone who can.&lt;br /&gt;Give your partner a little more attention. You don't have to be a social butterfly all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Sunny yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-1528913268202285794?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/1528913268202285794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=1528913268202285794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1528913268202285794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1528913268202285794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/11/gemini-your-love-profile-your-positive.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-381276385320903726</id><published>2007-11-25T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:24:43.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heylo moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to normal basic. school then straight to home. and i really hope there's another a new task for me. to get busy and occupied the free time i had then nothing better to do. i really missed everyone during the camp voyage. the time spending and widen up my circle of friends and not forgeting getting busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the friday i had another camp, leadership camp. and i really enjoyed during the camp thou it test my patience,mentally and my spirit my it boost my innerself.but the saddest thing the night i had to go home. i was not in good health and i wanted to stayed longer but the pain i really cant take it. i had a long good rest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-381276385320903726?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/381276385320903726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=381276385320903726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/381276385320903726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/381276385320903726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/11/heylo-moonlight-im-back-to-normal-basic.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-150414884591664876</id><published>2007-11-12T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:41:22.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/Rzc-ogMd0WI/AAAAAAAAASE/2FVOhUARZ90/s1600-h/60284443_9e8949550a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/Rzc-ogMd0WI/AAAAAAAAASE/2FVOhUARZ90/s200/60284443_9e8949550a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131639165969879394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyho sexy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i found my double happiness in life. the one who add more joyness in my life. the one who's never fails to listen to my problems, my bullshiting and everything. a great companion, a great listener and a great friend. i just love this person... you are like my sunflower. who's always cheer up my life and putting a smile on my face. and i like seeing you. slenger oinkz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-150414884591664876?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/150414884591664876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=150414884591664876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/150414884591664876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/150414884591664876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/11/theres-star.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/Rzc-ogMd0WI/AAAAAAAAASE/2FVOhUARZ90/s72-c/60284443_9e8949550a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-6354779129920133090</id><published>2007-11-11T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:58:17.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello gorgeous people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out today meeting issey miyake. all i can say im having a great fun time with you. and thanks for that present yo.! still hoping for our next outing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ape lagi kan kacau u lah&lt;/span&gt;. and im fallin in love with your issey miyake. Omg! i like the smell lingering to my nostril...damned sweet pureness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-6354779129920133090?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/6354779129920133090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=6354779129920133090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6354779129920133090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6354779129920133090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-gorgeous-people-went-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-99458880677789135</id><published>2007-11-11T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:38:19.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RzainQMd0VI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PhfumROwrjE/s1600-h/Kurt+Gebauer-girl+running2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RzainQMd0VI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PhfumROwrjE/s200/Kurt+Gebauer-girl+running2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131467620681109842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;why do you pretend like&lt;br /&gt;i don't matter to you?&lt;br /&gt;when you're all that&lt;br /&gt;matters to me?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-99458880677789135?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/99458880677789135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=99458880677789135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/99458880677789135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/99458880677789135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-do-you-pretend-like-i-dont-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RzainQMd0VI/AAAAAAAAAR8/PhfumROwrjE/s72-c/Kurt+Gebauer-girl+running2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3971582829311278821</id><published>2007-11-11T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T03:05:10.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RzX_8gMd0UI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u10MRSbBQ9g/s1600-h/1_339130245l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RzX_8gMd0UI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u10MRSbBQ9g/s320/1_339130245l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131288765358002498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;welcome back SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;heh heh! you are save and sound oink2. do you know that your gf' bedah always looking for you? and im tired saying that you are in taiwan. and after that she will sing "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gurindam jiwa&lt;/span&gt;"..i bet you'll miss her voice too kan? omg, i can believed you are back in singapore. hahha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ader souvenir tk&lt;/span&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/38756760-3971582829311278821?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3971582829311278821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=3971582829311278821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3971582829311278821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3971582829311278821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-back-singapore-heh-heh-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RzX_8gMd0UI/AAAAAAAAAR0/u10MRSbBQ9g/s72-c/1_339130245l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-107683425860786628</id><published>2007-11-10T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:25:41.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha..*laughing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear gorgeous people,&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i am really a desperate mad girl looking up for campers and its not easy as what you guys think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tau&lt;/span&gt;. just imagine lah have to call more than 200 campers and only can turn up around 10 student. sucha pathetic kan. i've tried my very best to put a nice sweetest voice i ever never done before. let's put aside and pray for that this camp would turn up fine. *amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life getting hectic and wonderful thought it seems like a normal everyday - day. haha. im happy this way. very much happier. i have the love ones by myside ( that is someone who cheers me up). im happy that's everything surrounding me, it seems so fine and wonderful. although im busy with my outside activities and time is so crucial and pressuring but it didn't affects my happy mood. but there's one thing that incomplete that's it my smelly bacin far-far away on a field camp for 1 week. that's the only friend who always showing care concerned about me. and he can't call me for 1 week and i cant expecting him everyday. all i can do is occupy my free time.haha why not yoga sessions with Mr Smith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this while that's been giving my head goes upside down and leaving me with confusion plus guilty.misunderstanding between us it been had cleared now. syukur alhamdullilah. but i don't understand why were still like stranger and drifting apart? anything wrong with me? grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The path that I'm walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must go alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-107683425860786628?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/107683425860786628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=107683425860786628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/107683425860786628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/107683425860786628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-6757093606975421610</id><published>2007-10-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:55:35.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heha!&lt;br /&gt;im bored to the core and i decided to browse my old pix. haha..and i missed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RyiJGNL1EFI/AAAAAAAAARM/wiNUhPCQ9C4/s1600-h/20050410_IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RyiJGNL1EFI/AAAAAAAAARM/wiNUhPCQ9C4/s200/20050410_IMG_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127498915472805970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RyiJGNL1EGI/AAAAAAAAARU/NQpKObMI7-4/s1600-h/20050426_IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RyiJGNL1EGI/AAAAAAAAARU/NQpKObMI7-4/s200/20050426_IMG_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127498915472805986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RyiJGdL1EHI/AAAAAAAAARc/W_8QG-it42I/s1600-h/20050426_IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RyiJGdL1EHI/AAAAAAAAARc/W_8QG-it42I/s200/20050426_IMG_0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127498919767773298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-6757093606975421610?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/6757093606975421610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=6757093606975421610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6757093606975421610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6757093606975421610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/10/heha-im-bored-to-core-and-i-decided-to.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RyiJGNL1EFI/AAAAAAAAARM/wiNUhPCQ9C4/s72-c/20050410_IMG_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3595370056990467373</id><published>2007-10-26T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:32:33.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i started to hate going to school. i don't find any peace or fun coming there and to squeeze my brain on the modules. urgh, i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understands why some people can't grown up as an adult or thinking in a mature way though they're big enough to think. why some peoples loves to create double sided story just to cover up their mistakes and putting on blames on others.and why some people always take and listen from one mouth and started to give an icy looks. i hate this fucking people. good enough to cover his or her mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;hey why not you tell them what you had done towards to some ppl so far? why must you tell others instead picking on me? you can say whatever you want to face and i'm ready to take all those shit of yours. when asking you to settle our fucking problems and what you say to me? over is over so! so must you still dragging all this and telling people about what i had done to you? you don't even know why is it about and why i did that. any how pouting story and any how you blame on me. i've say many times, not happy say to face directly and you can announce the world about my shit to you. i respects you so much and why i heard from all sort of people, you are too much, far too much to listened. and its up to them to listen to you and believes you. go ahead, i really can't be bothered a person like you. all i know i done this for your and my own good.  before telling shit about me why not you go and sit one corner and think and recalled all about your past and why ppl treat you that way and come one think about your ownself too. ask yourself what mistakes you had done and why people treat you that way. ask and reflects yourself and be in ppl shoes before talking about others behind their backs and please be an adult and don't entertained your ego so much and accept the facts...if you read this, dont take this as critised or whatever that's you think im trying to teach you. take this from a view of a friend. im sorry if this hurts you and you can't accept a view from me. if not happy ur wished to shoot back on me BUT please on my face.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in &lt;strong&gt;my best mood&lt;/strong&gt; yet. because of i dont know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-3595370056990467373?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3595370056990467373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=3595370056990467373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3595370056990467373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3595370056990467373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-i-dont-know-why-i-started-to-hate_26.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3966749053063383867</id><published>2007-10-26T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T19:30:47.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i started to hate going to school. i don't find any peace or fun coming there and to squeeze my brain on the modules. urgh, i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understands why some people can't grown up as an adult or thinking in a mature way though they're big enough to think. why some peoples loves to create double sided story just to cover up their mistakes and putting on blames on others.and why some people always take and listen from one mouth and started to give an icy looks. i hate this fucking people. good enough to cover his or her mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hey why not you tell them what you had done towards to some ppl so far? why must you tell others instead picking on me? you can say whatever you want to face and i'm ready to take all those shit of yours. when asking you to settle our fucking problems and what you say to me? over is over so! so must you still dragging all this and telling people about what i had done to you? you don't even know why is it about and why i did that. any how pouting story and any how you blame on me. i've say many times, not happy say to face directly and you can announce the world about my shit to you. i respects you so much and why i heard from all sort of people, you are too much, far too much to listened. and its up to them to listen to you and believes you. go ahead, i really can't be bothered a person like you. all i know i done this for your and my own good.  before telling shit about me why not you go and sit one corner and think and recalled all about your past and why ppl treat you that way and come one think about your ownself too. ask yourself what mistakes you had done and why people treat you that way. ask and reflects yourself and be in ppl shoes before talking about others behind their backs and please be an adult and don't entertained your ego so much and accept the facts...if you read this, dont take this as critised or whatever that's you think im trying to teach you. take this from a view of a friend. im sorry if this hurts you and you can't accept a view from me. if not happy ur wished to shoot back on me BUT please on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in &lt;strong&gt;my best mood&lt;/strong&gt; yet. because of i dont know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-3966749053063383867?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3966749053063383867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=3966749053063383867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3966749053063383867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3966749053063383867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello-i-dont-know-why-i-started-to-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-2868897032537358511</id><published>2007-10-10T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:06:01.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its so sunny but they don't shine on me.&lt;br /&gt;why does it rain when the sun is joyous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying my best to uplift my mind from what have happened.i dont know what else to say exactly. as usual, when situation like this happen, i cant compose myself well. i definitely need sorting out. today was supposed to be like any other rainy day. but as far as im concerned, for the past few days was the worst day of all. currently, just to picture what exactly happened for the past few weeks was enough to set off tears from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not myself lately and everything seems to bothering me, everything seems to annoyed me and everything seems like its not right and need a adjustments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-2868897032537358511?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/2868897032537358511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=2868897032537358511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/2868897032537358511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/2868897032537358511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-so-sunny-but-they-dont-shine-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-2680715586858424075</id><published>2007-09-29T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T15:13:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;ok.let me be this way if that makes your ignorance feels better to you. don't bother to ask me why because im doing this for our own fucking good.&lt;/blockquote&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/38756760-2680715586858424075?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/2680715586858424075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=2680715586858424075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/2680715586858424075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/2680715586858424075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-8244414014322496467</id><published>2007-09-28T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T16:20:53.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i felt that we are drifting apart, dear. Don't you think so?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-8244414014322496467?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/8244414014322496467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=8244414014322496467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/8244414014322496467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/8244414014322496467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-felt-that-we-are-drifting-apart-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-1356579770969954968</id><published>2007-09-27T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:57:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;To whom it may concern. The truth was the last thing I wanted to hear from you. It hits me real hard. I'm sorry if you've felt that way all along. I have my own reasons which you might understand one day. You're a diamond, and I don't have what it takes to preserve the diamond for a long period of time. I myself need self preservation. On the other note, goodluck in moving on. It is very much a classic love story. and i really really missed you so much  and i missed everything you showered me with Love and tender care and yah every priceless gifts. oh god,!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-1356579770969954968?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/1356579770969954968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=1356579770969954968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1356579770969954968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1356579770969954968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-8133817021447107043</id><published>2007-09-27T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:51:07.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello cheri world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something different for everything. My brain hasn't been functioning these few days, that explains the long absence. I've been wasted. Not taking the oppurtunities during the holidays well, I supposed. I've been thinking alot lately and I hate it especially when old memories revisits the mind and hits the nerve that connects to the heart. Rather heart wrenching. Fundamentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something different for everything. It hits me rather hard. Maybe a step to self discovery? I've always loved self discovery and I've reached a point where I know what i love most which is photography. But I am pretty sure that there is more to it. Burried deep down.&lt;br /&gt;Something different for everything. Gots me wonder.. what could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me sometime to fall asleep yesterday. wandering around and look up at the ceiling and the mind is running and i don't know what i was thinking and what makes me wonder. but i love this moment when i cant discovered what i really want in life. and tell you what? i think something will change in my life sooner or later and this might hurt someone or anyone because i'm still searching my true self and what i want in this short life. who does'nt want to live to the fullest and achieve what you want in life..and most important is the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPINESS&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/38756760-8133817021447107043?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/8133817021447107043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=8133817021447107043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/8133817021447107043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/8133817021447107043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-cheri-world.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3473537345165185612</id><published>2007-09-14T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:10:56.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its windy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dissapointed&lt;/span&gt; and betrayal by someone i trusted so much. i don't get it why its hard for you speaking the truth?why still there's a lies in you?why must there misunderstanding between us and why must we quarrel every single matters. what you take for?taking granted my sincerity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, i had enough of this. its too much for me to accept it and to you give in. over and over again. do whatever you want and stop pestering me. i shall not showing care and concern towards you because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; know to appreciates me. and stop asking to trust you. please leave me alone. and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think its my fault or to get blamed by you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; tried my best.and what i get in return? goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-3473537345165185612?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3473537345165185612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=3473537345165185612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3473537345165185612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3473537345165185612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-windy-i-felt-so-dissapointed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-4959137488835898326</id><published>2007-09-11T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:34:41.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i was leading in a happy life. i thought i could be happy. i thought i laugh out loud and cry in happiness. but all the thought it just hallucination, illusion. i was wrong with my thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you ruined everything. why must you still around me. why must i felt guilts on us. why still lingers around me. why you there, everywhere and how am i going to forget you. how am i to makes you hates me so much. i feel so weak very weak. i need someone to forget you. why must the past still haunting me. urgh! STOP ALL THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to someone who part of life:&lt;br /&gt;i really hope you could understand. i really want you to makes me forget everything and cheer me up and as if i only got you in part of my life. im trying my best to forgets all this. this pain gains me stronger everyday without failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-4959137488835898326?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/4959137488835898326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=4959137488835898326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/4959137488835898326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/4959137488835898326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-thought-i-was-leading-in-happy-life.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-5266987668530244420</id><published>2007-09-05T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:55:33.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello, beautiful night. how i wonder i can have you everynight?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm think i in my own world.i do my own stuff alone and i settled everything by myself and i feels like ppl dont need me anymore. i feels like in the past. by my ownself again. damned it, i hate this feelings and its hurt when being this way. i just wanted to run from all this problems, all i just wanted to free of all this and all i wanted is to be happy again. HAPPINESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was ok but boring and went home all alone but i feels peace in the bedok library. its like my first time going out all alone in far away from my home.this is the first time, i feels like this is strength and courage going all by myself when companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting izzat is like last minutes meeting up. and i know i know, i always "bubble" you but you have to understand lah if i bubbles means that im tired and oink oink all the way till morning. thanks for the night and sharing me all your stories and ur thought's. i feels abit comfort and happy. i got a secret, "i missed your smells"..hah haha...eh, i really missed those days,those when im brokedown and you accompany me and cheering me up and listened to all my rubbish. to esplanade and taking bus together and i slept on your shoulder without realising it. and i know, i ni tido buruk kan mcm oink2 kan and ape lagi eh, i ni giler kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i run from all this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-5266987668530244420?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/5266987668530244420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=5266987668530244420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5266987668530244420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5266987668530244420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello-beautiful-night.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-5669049474915580713</id><published>2007-09-05T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:43:34.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='un-happiness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously, i feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leftout&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love somebody yes i do. love somebody but i wont tell who..")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-5669049474915580713?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/5669049474915580713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=5669049474915580713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5669049474915580713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5669049474915580713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/seriously-i-feel-leftout-and-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-247614993444175926</id><published>2007-09-05T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:23:28.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life. My relationship.. and everything I believed around me started breaking away..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; especially the person i love the most in the past, Ijal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up earlier today, and i had enough of sleep. A wonderful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;As the emptiness absorbs me, he is gone. My body felt a rush of intense heavy and heartache. I never ever felt so out of love before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said : You look happy..&lt;br /&gt;She said : It is just a photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, I smile.. then click the button on the camera. When it kills me to smile and i ask myself how long do I have to keep up.. being happy. When right at the end of the day. Im dying/crumbling/suffocating inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own disaster/mistake killed half a part of me.. and I wonder will I ever get it back the old fauziah&lt;br /&gt;Full of love. Happy. Attached.&lt;br /&gt;It was all my fault, and its my weakness, my negligence that has led me into this big drama and then a misery of which I created. Hence, my own fault or his fault actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is scary is I dont even recognise myself anymore.. But that's was the past and now ive move on and "i hope you would giving me love more than him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-247614993444175926?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/247614993444175926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=247614993444175926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/247614993444175926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/247614993444175926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-933789731363010352</id><published>2007-09-01T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:39:17.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you see i started blogging everyday and twice in 1 day. thou i may act like i was free but its not. there's alot of thing to get settle. and i don't know which to start first and end last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is my very very free day. i have nothing to do and i can't recalled what i've studied. my mind was running around every second and i don't know what wrong with my head. the pain was so uncommon like other days.my head is killing me and i need to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to ibu and i'm not so sure if i've make the right move and its time for me to prepare for the worst and time is so crucial.someone been pestering me to relax and think about what we had done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok2, i've started again and so long goodbye. i need to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-933789731363010352?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/933789731363010352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=933789731363010352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/933789731363010352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/933789731363010352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/confused.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3494674980210908568</id><published>2007-09-01T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:33:31.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sorry if my entry hurt you or offence you somehow. i need to let everything out from my chest. as you know i'm afraid of you and tell you this face to face. and we didnt have the right time to share how we both felt and we been busy with each other business. and we hardly met in a proper way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i didnt put a high expectation from you because i know who you are, honey. i know its hard for you to show some awareness.i know you are very difficult to handle and i have to accept it.i accept you the way you are and thanks for saving my life.for showing appreciation i have to handle it by myself and im sorry if i didnt look you up or share you my problems because i dont wanna to involved you in. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still thinking what should i do next. stay put or move on?do you still need me around???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-3494674980210908568?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3494674980210908568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=3494674980210908568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3494674980210908568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3494674980210908568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sorry-if-my-entry-hurt-you-or.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3194766871958345829</id><published>2007-08-31T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:26:05.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ve stretched myself beyond my means'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The consequences that I&apos;ve rendered'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello moon and stars...can you accompany me thru the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a confused state and literally i dont know how to settled it. exam is just around the corner and there's some assignments i need to be done before exam and that's it school holiday. apart of that some personal problems yet to be done. i dont understand why i should face all this when i need some personal space and lacked behind. sometimes, i feels that im so useless and life is full of crap.how i wished i can just vanished and taa dah!!!disappear and i don't have to settled my own problems.&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must I feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Just make this go away&lt;br /&gt;Just one more peaceful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i make a wrong move?to settle down with you? i tod you would giving me happiness and cheer me up when i'm down. i dont see you when you just around. i dont feel secured, comfortable and as a friend to talked to.i dont know who should i turn to?  i dont get it. what's wrong with us?what's wrong with me.am i too stressed and i dont feels your presence?i hate it so much when i feels this way. i just need somebody.someone always there for me not as in beside me always.i just need comforting,supporting and motivation to keep me moving. you lead and i followed.when i lead i aspects someone behind me giving me confidence to walk through. what should i do?where's the feelings that i felt you can brighten up my day at the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to someone thought i chose him and the way he treat me not like good as yours in the past, I'm sorry i can't leave him. i dont mind if he cant show me happiness.i dont belong to anyone, you or him but i belong to myself and i believed i can makes myself happy without any help with anyone else.if you want to see me happy just prayed for my happiness and health. problems can makes someone to become wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hould i make a new move again and left everything behind me?i want to cry and i want to let everything out to let veryone know BUT i just can't.i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; a hug and i need a comfort and i need everything to satisfying me just to makes me feel better but its not my time yet. nevertheless i'm still keeping going on stronger and stronger. and even wisely and love stills lingers around.anyone bother to spare some hug and a shoulder to cry on?and to makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RtglEjjI4II/AAAAAAAAAM8/3a9hS8Tu8N0/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RtglEjjI4II/AAAAAAAAAM8/3a9hS8Tu8N0/s200/tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104870937816785026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&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/38756760-3194766871958345829?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3194766871958345829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=3194766871958345829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3194766871958345829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3194766871958345829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-moon-and-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RtglEjjI4II/AAAAAAAAAM8/3a9hS8Tu8N0/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-7866696654694899833</id><published>2007-08-31T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:56:28.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i met Ijal today and alhamdullilah the met up turn so well. and really its hurt so much whenever i see him.full of guilts and sympathy but at the same time its teaches him a lesson to realized "we are not anymore" and i wont turn back again thought u make a promised to changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried when he makes me listened to his mp3 and he sing as well.Argh!!! i feels so bad and im sorry that i've moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cyV10pJwy1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cyV10pJwy1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#00ff80;"&gt;  Oh teratai bunga indah&lt;br /&gt;Engkaulah pujaan hatiku&lt;br /&gt;Telah lama aku rindukan&lt;br /&gt;Wahai teratai bunga indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh cantik wajahmu&lt;br /&gt;Sinar matamu bagaikan suria pagi&lt;br /&gt;Setiap insan selalu terpikat&lt;br /&gt;Memandang teratai bunga indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku tak menyangka&lt;br /&gt;Wahai terataiku sayang&lt;br /&gt;Badai taufan mendatang&lt;br /&gt;Menghembus dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Engkau pun terkulai&lt;br /&gt;Dan merunduklah layu&lt;br /&gt;Tak berseri lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh tolong, lindungilah dia&lt;br /&gt;Agar ku dapat bersamanya lagi&lt;br /&gt;Ku inginkan terataiku sayang&lt;br /&gt;Berseri seperti semula&lt;br /&gt;Teratai bunga indah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-7866696654694899833?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/7866696654694899833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=7866696654694899833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7866696654694899833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7866696654694899833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-met-ijal-today-and-alhamdullilah-met.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-5636435884746956817</id><published>2007-08-30T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T11:41:53.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's play with the rain with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break time and here i am blogging in the student hub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what should i do next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-5636435884746956817?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/5636435884746956817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=5636435884746956817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5636435884746956817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5636435884746956817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-play-with-rain-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-7591468058670707973</id><published>2007-08-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:34:15.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></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/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RtLujjjI4HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EOjASfegYl0/s1600-h/hug-still.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;all i wanted is a comfort&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RtLujjjI4HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EOjASfegYl0/s200/hug-still.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103403622369648754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/38756760-7591468058670707973?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/7591468058670707973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=7591468058670707973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7591468058670707973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7591468058670707973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-i-wanted-is-comfort.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RtLujjjI4HI/AAAAAAAAAM0/EOjASfegYl0/s72-c/hug-still.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-6910938947015477572</id><published>2007-08-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:36:50.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i fall, will you be the one carry me up? please show me the bright side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having dinner at billy bombers,tampines. and why must everytime we went out there must be something that's not right between us.either you or me will hurt by each sentences we say and easy to say it doesnt bring any happiness or smile on our face. dinner was really great but it was a silent conversation thru the whole journey till we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so tired. bloody tired. let me get some rest and please leave me alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-6910938947015477572?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/6910938947015477572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=6910938947015477572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RtEkxDjI4GI/AAAAAAAAAMs/AtP5EsB5bZU/s1600-h/292262245_7c480610e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RtEkxDjI4GI/AAAAAAAAAMs/AtP5EsB5bZU/s200/292262245_7c480610e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102900277972361314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr sunshine's where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting so confused and its getting so complicated.i dont understand what im looking for in my life now.i felt so un-secured and so whatever shit..i've been soul searching till now i dont get the answer.let's put this aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart of that, i would like to thanks to you guys, "Thanks so much, make up my day" and makes me outcast. hahaha...anyway, i loves the rain and the nature life and i love you guys. can let me hug both of you? and you guys hug me when im down and put a smile on my face?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-4927574497578227026?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/4927574497578227026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=4927574497578227026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/4927574497578227026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/4927574497578227026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/mr-sunshines-where-are-you-im-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RtEkxDjI4GI/AAAAAAAAAMs/AtP5EsB5bZU/s72-c/292262245_7c480610e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-6151928307422680676</id><published>2007-08-18T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:41:13.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RsaGazjI4EI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ez3RuT5JyD8/s1600-h/28070616753183l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RsaGazjI4EI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ez3RuT5JyD8/s200/28070616753183l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099911423115976770" 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/38756760-6151928307422680676?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/6151928307422680676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=6151928307422680676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6151928307422680676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6151928307422680676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RsaGazjI4EI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ez3RuT5JyD8/s72-c/28070616753183l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-5428158409424578653</id><published>2007-08-18T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:33:39.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RsaEhTjI4DI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xrsJE2vl-i0/s1600-h/article_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RsaEhTjI4DI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xrsJE2vl-i0/s200/article_stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099909335761870898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, good afternoon to windy and the rain.&lt;br /&gt;having a good sleep with this kind of weather.dont you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-5428158409424578653?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/5428158409424578653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=5428158409424578653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5428158409424578653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5428158409424578653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-good-afternoon-to-windy-and-rain_18.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RsaEhTjI4DI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xrsJE2vl-i0/s72-c/article_stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-6931279087306029677</id><published>2007-08-17T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:13:25.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'va done about 70% of project. and now, ive to go to do revision with my study group and so long goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, congrats to abg2 body builder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-6931279087306029677?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/6931279087306029677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=6931279087306029677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6931279087306029677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6931279087306029677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/iva-done-about-70-of-project.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3005688056342480688</id><published>2007-08-14T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T22:47:08.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RsG5SaAXjTI/AAAAAAAAAME/h2KEg19gVBs/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RsG5SaAXjTI/AAAAAAAAAME/h2KEg19gVBs/s200/stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098559979029761330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh, i loves the weather today, windy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to elaborate here. reached home early unlike usually days after school. had enough of rest and i'm having a good dreams. yes, indeed and how i wished i can be in that dream forever and come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight,i'm not happy and still you giving me hard time again. let's bygones be bygones. no used telling me this. hurt makes me think wisely and maturely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still waiting for that shooting stars to bring me happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-3005688056342480688?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3005688056342480688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=3005688056342480688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3005688056342480688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3005688056342480688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/ouh-i-loves-weather-today-windy-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RsG5SaAXjTI/AAAAAAAAAME/h2KEg19gVBs/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-2652173693926559987</id><published>2007-08-07T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T20:50:35.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the sunny day, does'nt shine on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school as usual but today's s/w was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been not happy lately and i confide myself not get distracted by it. i felt so lethargy and fcuking restless. i really dont know why, why this happened to me again. it's really true, when you are alone,there's sort of thing trying to makes you feels unhappy and feeling guilts cover you. eating ice cream can makes me feels better but after that the craved for ice cream even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart of that, today's my most embarrassing  moments i ever had again.twice! sleeping on someone shoulder until i reached woodland's interchange and awaken by this guy. damned! how paisey it is,and how kachong i was when i woke up its only us. fucked! how shamed i am and how i wished i can be invisible and rewind the time.urgh! please dont makes me crossed my path with that guy again.i dont want he think i was trying to flirt with him or whatsoever ppl think about me. GRRRRR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-2652173693926559987?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/2652173693926559987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=2652173693926559987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/2652173693926559987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/2652173693926559987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunny-day-doesnt-shine-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3283374603656498346</id><published>2007-08-06T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:24:09.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something bothering me. and i think i've hurt someone badly and now that someone don't want to talk to me. serious, i am so worried about you. please, forgive me?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't enjoyed much today. school is like per normal nothing great to share about. but someone been distracting my attention and im kind of moody mood today.ouh, please, what i've done wrong again?tell me if you not happy about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all of that, i met my ex secondary schoolmate. damned!i missed her so badly. and apart of the day today i felt quite happy meeting her and 3yrs down the road, she's getting married and how happy when i heard that.most my friends settled down with 2 to 3 kiddo and when my turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no special ones and the one who really can makes me happy down the road forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-3283374603656498346?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3283374603656498346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=3283374603656498346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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abortion.you know i cant imagine how can i go thru with a life like that. facing my parents and ppl thought's.and how my friends had gone thru by their ownself with their own strength without a husband or a responsible bf's. please, god bless them.*amin. oh, please...i dont want to think about this.its sank my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i was like a mad madness day for me. its like my first time shouting through the phone when my mom is around.and how i cant control my anger and my nerve nearly like torn. i was so bloody pissed and really2 frustrated and there's no more patients for this person. i really hate it when you really makes me sad and testing my patients. cut it short,we settled everything out that yesterday night and im really sorry for giving you a punch and i think its deserved you. hahaha..and thanks for chubby who enlighten my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next month mr care started to serve his N.S. ouh, i will do misses you if you not around.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-250657608289092364</id><published>2007-08-05T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T14:00:35.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i really hope i wont crossed this path in my life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RrVmkKAXi8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rm6piLSPw3M/s1600-h/abortionbabes.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RrVmkKAXi8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Rm6piLSPw3M/s320/abortionbabes.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095091324786805698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont you think it is so cruel tortured this innocent babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/38756760-250657608289092364?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/250657608289092364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-5847946194496920765</id><published>2007-08-01T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:34:56.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the hot damned sunny weather, that is how I FEELS INSIDE ME.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beat out.blardy tired and bloody pissed off. somebody been trying to used me. Ouh, what the f**k,i wont buy any words of yours anymore and you better save it and get out of my life. go and sell those words to someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your info, i wont entertain a big f**ck liar's.! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shoooo, you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twinkle,twinkle lil star's,how i wonder whats you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/38756760-5847946194496920765?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/5847946194496920765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=5847946194496920765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5847946194496920765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/5847946194496920765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/08/hot-damned-sunny-weather-that-is-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-486091808702697558</id><published>2007-07-31T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:40:28.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;everything not alright! i'm going to hiatus my tagboard for a quite time being.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/38756760-486091808702697558?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/486091808702697558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=486091808702697558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/486091808702697558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/486091808702697558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/07/everything-not-alright-im-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-1826708011263902763</id><published>2007-07-31T16:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:50:43.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a bright sunny day, but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently my mood,on and off thanks to someone who makes me this way. Today, im not myself as usual. and yes, you really makes me damned farking pissed. you, happy now?and stop giving me a not so nice messages and the calls.i just want to be alone. oh god's, please spare me some of patient, happiness, senses and bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a KFC, makan sessions with classmates and teacher.my stomach just cant accept the food that enter thru my mouth and i vomit everything out.lose my appetites and i feels so restless and lifeless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-1826708011263902763?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/1826708011263902763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=1826708011263902763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1826708011263902763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1826708011263902763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/07/bright-sunny-day-but-not-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-4737411027503535804</id><published>2007-07-31T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:13:42.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- End .post --&gt;&lt;!-- Begin .post --&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt; If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(2) &lt;/span&gt;Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be. Slower is better. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt; Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve, then heck no you can't "be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend. Don't settle! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(4)&lt;/span&gt; If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better. The only person you can control in a relationship is you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(5) &lt;/span&gt;Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant.Why would he treat you any differently? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(6) &lt;/span&gt;Always have your own set of friends separate from his. Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, SPEAK UP! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(7) &lt;/span&gt;Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later. You cannot change a man's behaviors. Change comes from within. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(8)&lt;/span&gt; Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...even if he has more education or in a better job. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more, nothing less. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(9)&lt;/span&gt; Never let a man define who you are. Never borrow someone else's man. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(10)&lt;/span&gt; A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you. All men are NOT dogs. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(11)&lt;/span&gt; You should not be the one doing ALL the bending. Compromise is two way street. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(12) &lt;/span&gt;You need time to heal between relationships. There is nothing cute about baggage. Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(13)&lt;/span&gt; You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you. A relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals. Look for someone complimentary...not supplementary. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(14)&lt;/span&gt; Dating should be fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right. Make him miss you sometimes. When a man always know where you are, and you're always readily available to him, he takes it for granted. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(15) &lt;/span&gt;Never move into his mother's house. Never cosign for a man. Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need.Keep him in your radar but get to know others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-4737411027503535804?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/4737411027503535804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=4737411027503535804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/4737411027503535804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/4737411027503535804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-if-man-wants-you-nothing-can-keep-him.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-858659520366965617</id><published>2007-07-30T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T01:32:57.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain go away. come again another day.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the on and off weather, so was my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to causeway today, didn't do much of shopping. buy ijal a birthday present and bought someone a gift as in return for buying me a god damned expensive stalk of rose. after dinner, met ijal at civic and its like been a week, we didnt met each other and we have a on/off conversation. but we settled everything out. and, i really missed going out shopping and having my tropical passion tea with a brownie or cheesecake. i want you to know i missed coffee bean so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow a long day in school and how i hate it so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-858659520366965617?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/858659520366965617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=858659520366965617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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know how to cheer me up. thou, we have alot of walking session and it didnt affect the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;went to marina square watching alone and damned i was like falling in love with his smell.i received a stalk of lavender rose and then we headed down to boat quay. watching the night gloom and beautiful light, firework really soothes my mind. we chatted a lot and unlike when we are together with friends we didn't talked much.but yesterday, was so much diff as if we know each other for a quite long time. and i cant elaborate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so long good afternoon and world have a nice day everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-4358605334684599682?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/4358605334684599682/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-4757941086467390147</id><published>2007-07-25T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:36:29.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today when i woke up, i woke up at the wrong side of the bed. not that its bad - but when i woke up i had this pressure in my stomach which caused me the desire to vomit. i was very weak on my way to the toilet and every food that caught my eye only added to the pressure of vomiting. i rub axe oil on my tummy, usually i would feel so much better but i felt weak and i got uneasy. , i tried to vomit but i couldnt. still i havent had my breakfast prob. a cup of chamomile tea in the morning. thats all -- and after i drank the tea. i just poke my finger thru my throat and i vomited everything out. it feel better for a while then, my body started to ache. still i made my way to school and before that i ate some leftover stomach flu/gastric pills and in the bus i felt much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a slack damn day in school and my contact lens really irritated my eyes. and i will keep checking my eyes afraid somebody would notice my eye wax before me. after school, go makan indian rojak and the paste was so fanstantic. and again i'm having a sore eyes again. wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The chilly weather, the unstoppable rain -  Im beginning to enjoy every single moment of the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-4757941086467390147?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-5353492412276639770</id><published>2007-07-25T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T18:18:45.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;can you just leave me alone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-5353492412276639770?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/5353492412276639770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, was a f***ing day. i dont wished to do anything.i'm just lazying around and im not in a good mood. i am so suck!i felt sucha a loser. urgh, i don't know what to say. i think...i miss someone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;muahahahaha....&lt;/span&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/38756760-1016144610245548447?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/1016144610245548447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=1016144610245548447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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justify;"&gt;Did i say i'm tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, my body aching all over but i cant managed to doze off. seriously, i need a painkiller to clear the pain away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never feels so happy for quite sometimes until i met someone. you know i started to smile again and 'dia' brighter up my day. afraid this is just a worth while feelings.&lt;br /&gt;something hold me back and i'm doubt of this feelings especially you.&lt;br /&gt;But what for giving a call in miles away from this city. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*aduh!,aku pening!*&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&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/38756760-2425788610552680079?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-805084942867938415</id><published>2007-07-21T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T20:53:40.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RqIAmKAXixI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xhn04Ouhzt0/s1600-h/IMG_7262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RqIAmKAXixI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xhn04Ouhzt0/s320/IMG_7262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089631184403008274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having fun at sentosa thou its raining. and now i am tired.beat out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:its raining, so no tanning and i forgot some stuff. bye!&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/38756760-805084942867938415?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/805084942867938415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=805084942867938415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/805084942867938415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/805084942867938415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/07/random.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RqIAmKAXixI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xhn04Ouhzt0/s72-c/IMG_7262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-6810341580386685428</id><published>2007-07-19T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:49:13.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;his whole feeling that im having, sucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it has taken control of my whole life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it affects me badly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so bad that i dont know what else to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need solace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't face this cruel world anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so im leaving everything behind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;including, this blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Fauziah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                               &lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;   &lt;right&gt;; How can i say,&lt;br /&gt;  That is really ever so &lt;b&gt;true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;right&gt;&lt;/right&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;whats the most valuable thing to a women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her pride and dignity.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-6810341580386685428?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/6810341580386685428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=6810341580386685428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6810341580386685428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6810341580386685428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/07/his-whole-feeling-that-im-having-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-3675770890463766393</id><published>2007-07-03T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:25:05.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;school reopen next week.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-3675770890463766393?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/3675770890463766393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=3675770890463766393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3675770890463766393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/3675770890463766393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-reopen-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-1210610114763424622</id><published>2007-06-28T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:54:30.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sometimes,i do hate school holiday because they makes me feel so bored. 1 more weeks for sch re-open.my ass have enough resting and they should be back to school and futhermore i missed eveybody in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been having difficulty sleeping early. HAIYA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-1210610114763424622?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/1210610114763424622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=1210610114763424622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1210610114763424622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1210610114763424622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/06/sometimesi-do-hate-school-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-414933807317571714</id><published>2007-05-28T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T02:13:45.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im having such a great time today. thank liyana for the outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not feeling unwell lately and someone cooked a porridge for me thou its taste salty and i tell you i want it again.please!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank for there whenever i feeling so down.and the chocs u making me gain more weight. all i can say THANK YOU SO MUCH!.&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-8125865639519722276</id><published>2007-05-24T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:45:06.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='THANKS MEED ID'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MEED 1D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;part 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWePZECIbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HMDqDXookLY/s1600-h/a3cdre2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068130942938390962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWePZECIbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HMDqDXookLY/s200/a3cdre2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;part 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWePpECIcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gCSNHKi1uEs/s1600-h/b1fdre2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068130947233358274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWePpECIcI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gCSNHKi1uEs/s200/b1fdre2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AWESOME PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068130942938390946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWePZECIaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NK3o-A7HXC0/s200/8471re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the most memorable underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWeP5ECIdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/G3ctga_VELc/s1600-h/b1fdre2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWeP5ECIeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G4NeJoK9QMA/s1600-h/da82re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068130951528325602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWeP5ECIeI/AAAAAAAAAGM/G4NeJoK9QMA/s200/da82re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;the superfudgy choc cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdspECIWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vTcqR8GNr1s/s1600-h/88dere2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068130345937936738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdspECIWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vTcqR8GNr1s/s200/88dere2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdOpECISI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mzkUr4B2yzM/s1600-h/28b8re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068129830541861154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdOpECISI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mzkUr4B2yzM/s200/28b8re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWds5ECIXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cTFSD1Ek3Cw/s1600-h/89b2re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068130350232904050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWds5ECIXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cTFSD1Ek3Cw/s200/89b2re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdtJECIYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IiR95E2EQxw/s1600-h/866bre2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068130354527871362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdtJECIYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IiR95E2EQxw/s200/866bre2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdtJECIZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YonzkYOuGEE/s1600-h/2667re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068130354527871378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdtJECIZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YonzkYOuGEE/s200/2667re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdOZECIQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K2S4ei4haa4/s1600-h/8d0cre2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068129826246893826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdOZECIQI/AAAAAAAAAEc/K2S4ei4haa4/s200/8d0cre2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;THE SINGLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MAN&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdOZECIRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8iW7M_xm5KY/s1600-h/9a95re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068129826246893842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdOZECIRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8iW7M_xm5KY/s200/9a95re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWc65ECIPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/208AHhT3xlg/s1600-h/4e4ere2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068129491239444722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWc65ECIPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/208AHhT3xlg/s200/4e4ere2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;VOTE NOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdO5ECIUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xQp_lFZTPbs/s1600-h/39b5re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068129834836828482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdO5ECIUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xQp_lFZTPbs/s200/39b5re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;malik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdspECIVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ajbSni9SdvM/s1600-h/45a1re2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068130345937936722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWdspECIVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ajbSni9SdvM/s200/45a1re2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;taufiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;vote the cutest ones:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Malik or Taufiq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*send to tag comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-8125865639519722276?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/8125865639519722276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=8125865639519722276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/8125865639519722276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/8125865639519722276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/05/meed-1d-part-1.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PtmtVmn-iJ8/RlWePZECIbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HMDqDXookLY/s72-c/a3cdre2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-6136883573447975184</id><published>2007-05-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:43:44.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saddist.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss having a boifren by myside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;text me everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;call me without fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;morning call and goodnites call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you,you love me.(haha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;breakfast+lunch+dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;surprises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;conversations watching the skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and been loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Urgh, now i sound so desp. but im not ready for any relationship yet currently looking some dates and flings.haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;*i missed someone right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss you lah.please dont makes me mad anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-6136883573447975184?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/6136883573447975184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=6136883573447975184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6136883573447975184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6136883573447975184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-miss-having-boifren-by-myside.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-7122583242399131764</id><published>2007-05-18T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T08:50:13.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HUNGRY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to go pump room again!&lt;br /&gt;can i say, i very hungry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-7122583242399131764?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/7122583242399131764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=7122583242399131764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7122583242399131764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7122583242399131764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-want-to-go-pump-room-again-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-7721838910419449284</id><published>2007-05-13T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T23:48:28.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fcuk..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not going to town today.ive changed my mind for a crumpler bag.thinking of buying a fossil watch and my mum say she can buy during my birthday and its takes damn blardy long to wait for next week. urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now there's no mr nice in my life anymore. he being complaining that i was fooling his heart and try played hard to catch and wtf!i nvr ask him to wait and for damn sure i will not ask someone to wait for me.i was so busy with my life and after breakups dont expect me to take u in my life after my break ups. i dont want to be tied down anymore and commited myself to my bf's.im tired doing that and sicked of all this. i tod u say u matured enough but as for me u are not. if u do matured why u deleted all my comments and testi in your account and mine. whatever lah! im tired and now i noe who the hell are you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the past: please lah stop giving me a headache.im tired and getting sick of ur sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do whatever you want and you dont have to tell me. i believe in karma and retribution. and stop ur crocodile tears..i want to rest.damn peaceful rest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-7721838910419449284?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/7721838910419449284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=7721838910419449284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7721838910419449284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7721838910419449284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-going-to-town-today.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-4682208956904876107</id><published>2007-05-13T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T14:03:09.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy..happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to all mum's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;happy mother's day IBU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;heart you so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thanks so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fri trip:&lt;br /&gt;im having so much fun on friday night.&lt;br /&gt;went to town met sham and then the rest.&lt;br /&gt;headed to bugis then to arab street meeting liyana.&lt;br /&gt;after that we chill at the ESPLANADE..&lt;br /&gt;we did bonding session and thou chill around&lt;br /&gt;im having so much fun and yeah ("sleepy head")..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;"oi pal, u not a junkie okey..hahha..hows the quarantine ban from drinking and clubing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;pain right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-4682208956904876107?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/4682208956904876107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break-ups is never easy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;sometimes it is not advisable to suppress your feelings by voicing it out may not may not  do much good either. so how?&lt;br /&gt;i think the best way is?&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin breakout maybe due too much stresses and under depresstion. argh! i hate pimples on my face so irritating can and i have combination skin. it is so sucks...if you know who are you stop giving me a pain on my arse can. please! i beg you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, in times when youre down, food may the best "mood-changer"..and so i want double choc ice-cream, double choc famous amos and more junk food can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-4114902761295185683?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/4114902761295185683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=4114902761295185683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/4114902761295185683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/4114902761295185683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/05/sometimes-it-is-not-advisable-to.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-8843782761281353573</id><published>2007-05-06T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:18:25.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness can?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so,yesterday i met mr nice (i bet some of you know). we chill around my neighbourhood playground. he getting darker and (sleng)..he brought along his guitar and he played some song that i request. *wnna grow old with you.okey, im having a great time since im quite disapointed with the outing before yest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its revolting and its sick&lt;br /&gt;when you please everyone else&lt;br /&gt;only to end up hurting yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bite my lips and my mind keep wondering&lt;br /&gt;i bottle up more than  i know.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can say more than show you more.&lt;br /&gt;and how i can explained everything without leaving hatred between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being this way and keep avoiding all your contact.&lt;br /&gt;but what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;forsake of my hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;all i hope i can forget everythings&lt;br /&gt;and live with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;but how long does it takes to recover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;when you just want to get thru the wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-8843782761281353573?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/8843782761281353573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=8843782761281353573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/8843782761281353573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/8843782761281353573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-soyesterday-i-met-mr-nice-i-bet.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-7286959937954482108</id><published>2007-05-05T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:33:45.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life was totally quite hectic and now i realised i am so tired be this way. i dont sleep well, eat well and dont know what life im leading for.all i could do is to forget who i am and put the rest behind me..all i wanted to be happy but the happiness i lead only for worth while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was totally disapointed and the day was so sucked.and i will think twice before joining them. the plan we planned all waste down to the drain and we dont get to catch any movie. end up we go makan then lepak for awhile and they go club.and i? go home alone with sadness inside me. but it teach me a lesson and im glad u remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i sleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-7286959937954482108?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/7286959937954482108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=7286959937954482108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7286959937954482108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7286959937954482108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-life-was-totally-quite-hectic-and.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-2854167870348628186</id><published>2007-05-04T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T01:36:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;LIYANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;hey babes, i wish you happy bithday and cheer up okey. ilu. and to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;NURHIDAYAH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; congratulations for giving birth to a baby girl. alhamdulilah and sorry i can send you to the hospital and be there when u need my helps. when u call me im having my class and i dont think i can leave like that.but please remind yourself i still be there when u need my helps and i can babysit ur daughter's.i will visit u soon tmrw or weekend kaay. and i hope u be a mum your life would be much more happier with your love ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;i loves my life right now althought i felt lonely sometimes or jealous seeing other couples holding hand and acompany whenever you go and there's someone who would be stand by yourside shwing care and concern.but i know im not ready to build another relationship but hopefully soon i'll met the right one and older than me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;i really loves my classmates and i wont get bored surrounding with them esp with fairuz and taufiq.and including mr long face. *smile. he's weird but very interesting.and not least my beautiful gf liyana,fazreen,rafidah and hafizah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;can i sleep now.?zzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-2854167870348628186?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/2854167870348628186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=2854167870348628186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/2854167870348628186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/2854167870348628186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-19th-birthday-to-liyana.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-6415909219030325412</id><published>2007-03-08T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T13:03:31.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was totally not very happy with the result. the courses and the campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i listen to this lady and now i cant appeal it.maybe tomorrow goin down to tampines request for transfer form and fax to the campus i want.but i felt 50/50..mostly my friends posted there. so i really dont know should i ask for transfer?!argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-6415909219030325412?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/6415909219030325412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=6415909219030325412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6415909219030325412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6415909219030325412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-totally-not-very-happy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-608286804978072470</id><published>2007-03-07T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:30:15.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dear bf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes i love you but sometimes u make me &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i would like to make an anouncement to khairul.i was totally sorry for cancel our plan today. but i promised you we forward our plan before u enter to N.s ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was damn pissed at someone.maybe you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oklah.bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;p.s&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i misssss you both lah..liana and faezah..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bile nk kuar lagii nie..korang ni tk col aku...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-608286804978072470?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/608286804978072470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=608286804978072470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/608286804978072470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/608286804978072470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/03/dear-bf-sometimes-i-love-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-6252747452091366424</id><published>2007-03-01T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T14:01:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 May - 9 June &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DovePeace-loving by nature, doves will billand coo about things close to theirheart. They enjoy a fulfilling love-life and rarely fail to satisfy. Theyare also patient, adaptable andpersonable. Their lack of aggressionsometimes makes them the victim of morepredatory characters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-6252747452091366424?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/6252747452091366424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=6252747452091366424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6252747452091366424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6252747452091366424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/03/13-may-9-june-dovepeace-loving-by.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-1427973417945969538</id><published>2007-02-27T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T12:09:13.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hantu'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i woke up this morning, my mom told me somthing that happened yesterday while shes was sleeping.but its happen when after i left my mom's room at ard 3 plus.(&lt;em&gt;if not mistaken&lt;/em&gt;). during that time i having a sleepness night(&lt;em&gt;after puttin back her hp in her room&lt;/em&gt;).so i was still awake and i was still chatting with my frens in msn. so, i dont think or heard any sound outside the window.as i assumed my uncle still watching mid night soccer at the living room. i cant elaborate more what happened yest.and now im really scared.what if the tut tut..kacau me or kacau my sister's while we were sleeping or when we having a sleepness night..pls..juah kan. or else... &lt;em&gt;(*faint)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-1427973417945969538?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/1427973417945969538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=1427973417945969538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1427973417945969538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1427973417945969538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-i-woke-up-this-morning-my-mom-told.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-207415310802541866</id><published>2007-02-26T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T13:14:08.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make up tips..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think some girls need this:give it a try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Redness, Blotchiness, Spots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Foundation is the cure-all for evening out skin tone and hiding pimples. For extra smooth skin, start with clean, dry skin. Apply a light moisturizer such as Neutrogena anti-wrinkle cream which soaks up and dries quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Apply a cream formula foundation evenly with a wet sponge. &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Yes, you can use your fingers, as long as they're clean.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This often helps the makeup look more natural. Blend in thoroughly. If needed, you can apply a second layer of foundation after the first dries. Set with loose translucent powder. If you use concealer for extra coverage on dark spots and blemishes, apply this after foundation, but before the powder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wide or round, Full Face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To create the illusion of higher cheekbones, use a facial powder four shades darker then your natural skin tone and apply it just under the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-207415310802541866?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/207415310802541866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=207415310802541866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/207415310802541866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/207415310802541866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-think-some-girls-need-thisgive-it-try.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-8145805291319619869</id><published>2007-02-25T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T13:22:39.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feng Shui your Beauty'/><title type='text'>Feng Shui Your Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;if like me, you're looking to find balance and&lt;br /&gt;harmony in your life and more energy for another hectic yearahead,try Feng&lt;br /&gt;shui.But rather than rear fishes and pot plants,here's how to interpret feng&lt;br /&gt;shui and its elements beauty-wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . Translated into the colour &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;,wear it to boost confidence,strength and energy. Give that a lippie a go. if you're fair,go for burgundy(with bluish undertones)but if you have darker complexion,try &lt;em&gt;tomato red&lt;/em&gt;. wearing a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;peachy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; blusher can also liven you mien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . in fengshui, metal means wealth, power and sucess. be sure to carry at least a lipstick or compact in your purse.for colours,put on a dash of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gold&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt; or anything metallic like bronze and copper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . its all abt flowing, travelling, learning and communicating. if u've bn too fiery and stressed out, perharps you need to water it down with lots of moisture-esp in your skin! &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; also represent water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Wood&lt;/span&gt; . have more wood around your promote creativity and social activity.try to be at one with nature and go for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; - wood's natural colour. Or enjoy Mother Nature simply by spritzing on a woody scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Earth&lt;/span&gt; . if you have more of this element, you're probably stable,reliable and patient. althou &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; is earth's natural colour, you canconsider other sweet neutrals like &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;caremel cream&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;hazelnut coffee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;cocoa toffee&lt;/span&gt; to ground yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-8145805291319619869?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/8145805291319619869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;today, it marks 7days since she's gone&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just came back from aunty house.super bored right now. bf just bought a new touch screen hp and im jealous of it.really jealous sia.right now i dont own any hp for quite long time.my 550i walkman fone is alredy dead.mls nk anta service for 2 kali and my bf using my simcard and his simcrd's i dont know where he replaced it. i noe he liked it so thad he can check whoever msg me.sometimes so sucked.but now im used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i wanted to upload some photo's from the KL and klang,selangor trip. tapi kan i really mls lah..you, guys wait je k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i miss &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tropical passion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;syg i nak...&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/38756760-8162856089109475195?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/8162856089109475195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=8162856089109475195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/8162856089109475195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/8162856089109475195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-1209167833257955900</id><published>2007-02-23T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:39:08.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hello people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-1209167833257955900?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/1209167833257955900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=1209167833257955900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1209167833257955900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/1209167833257955900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-7607636164973516751</id><published>2007-02-17T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:25:20.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;helooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KL trip tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-7607636164973516751?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/7607636164973516751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=7607636164973516751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7607636164973516751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/7607636164973516751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/02/helooo.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-6547962947482743786</id><published>2007-02-14T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:29:05.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy Valentines to all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-6547962947482743786?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/6547962947482743786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=6547962947482743786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6547962947482743786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/6547962947482743786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-117065103174840428</id><published>2007-02-05T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:50:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;congrats to singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;hey,boy, i wanted to apologize for the way i've been acting lately.i've been a real pain to be around lately and have been very moody and argumentative.sorry,im being a pain in the ass and the foulmood!!!i admit it. i hope you will understand. sorry kayz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;i felt a momentary pang of guilt,but knew that it was for the best for myself. should'nt blame myself for what had happen lately. this is for our own good. i wont elaborate everything and i know you would read my entries when you have a free time to surf the net.btw, where's my the sims pets 2?i really cant wait any longer, you know!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im down with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;FLU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boohoohoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-117065103174840428?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/117065103174840428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=117065103174840428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117065103174840428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117065103174840428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/02/congrats-to-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-117039467308731956</id><published>2007-02-02T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T13:37:53.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ever wanted to tell everyone sumthink soo much.u just cant resist it-but,u just can't.there's just that little sumthink holding u behind.tellin u not to .or just wont let u?.-haha,..&lt;br /&gt;well i guess some things just wants to be left unsaid.i can be estatic.over the moon.n so soo much in elation.i can be dreaded'ly despair.dissapointed.dishearted.wadever u call it.about some things.but i can never share it with anyone.cuz like i said,some things just wants to not-be-spoken-of..am i right?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really really cant wait to go kL trip during Chinese new year. never bein kl before thad is why im so excited.Bf, will you miss me? away for 3 days? hmm, i know you would and most probably while im away you should be working for 3 days. yelah, gaji double kan? dont forget me eh when you get your next pay. we go thai express again okay? craving for chicken wing and the tom yam soup thad time you ordered. damn nice. but this time i would order the red ones thad with the crayfish.look yummy! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart of that, ive nothing to do for today. sucked!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-117039467308731956?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/117039467308731956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=117039467308731956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117039467308731956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117039467308731956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/02/ever-wanted-to-tell-everyone-sumthink.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-117032134421718702</id><published>2007-02-01T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:15:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;boring day for me today.have nothing to comtemplate atleast bf is awlays on line talking to me. he asked me out but i have no mood to go out. he's bn complaining and pester me to out with him or he coming over to my house. i obviously rejected that kind of idea. lagi boring tau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Actually in mind thou of going to the lib but i dont know why,mcm malas gitu!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ok bye. bf dah bising...nk gi mandi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ok bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-117032134421718702?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/117032134421718702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=117032134421718702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117032134421718702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117032134421718702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/02/boring-day-for-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-117030705626517820</id><published>2007-02-01T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T13:17:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;yeah. s'pore won. 2-1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;yest went to kallang stadium wif bf's sis and some of thier friends. have loads of fun there. the cheer'ness,the mad'ness, the disapointing faces, and bUTO, whenever somebody make a tune. haha.fun!!! lasted 1030.3o minutes delayed by the foulplay and penalties.dunno whad wrg with the thailand coach. everybody kecohs of whad happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;today got graduation ceromony.i didnt go and i hate to dress up formal and waiting for turn to come out on the stage.just imagine 2 courses.engneering depart and science depart. mebe more than 400 student waiting for thier name to be called and up to the stage. leceh. i hate waiting for long hours.i never attend to graduation since sec, bishan ite and amk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;oklah.bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;lapar lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-117030705626517820?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/117030705626517820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=117030705626517820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117030705626517820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117030705626517820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/01/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-117021344468833958</id><published>2007-01-31T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:17:24.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fcuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i have to re-type all oever again. here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i hate when this happened to me and goes to others. the sickness and flu'ness.i was awaken by this smell.maybe sumbody in the house spray the perfume thad dad had brought for us.its loadsome and i dont like it.the smells too hard for me.so the smell had enter to my nose and stucked there. ive no choice to woke up and i cant stop sneezing.so, ive to get out of bed at 8. i really need sos. went to kitchen and i was a messed.so ive no choice to cleaned it up.and fcuk i broke chilli sause bottle and the sause spread all over the floor.double chore. after all the cleanup, take one tablet for flu. and the flu had gone. thought of cont to sleep but i dont feel sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;considering the fact i slept at 3 yesterday, i have to say thad i havent have enought sleep and later on going kallang to watch the soccer match.and i really need a full energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;apart of thad, yesterday sent dad to the airport.and went home at 1.bf sleep over. mum offered him cos its late to let him to get home with his bike. laff hystically at this show at star movie wif uncle,grandma and bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im hungry!!!bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-117021344468833958?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/117021344468833958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=117021344468833958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117021344468833958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117021344468833958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/01/fcuk_30.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-117021344408355797</id><published>2007-01-31T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:17:24.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fcuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i have to re-type all oever again. here it goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i hate when this happened to me and goes to others. the sickness and flu'ness.i was awaken by this smell.maybe sumbody in the house spray the perfume thad dad had brought for us.its loadsome and i dont like it.the smells too hard for me.so the smell had enter to my nose and stucked there. ive no choice to woke up and i cant stop sneezing.so, ive to get out of bed at 8. i really need sos. went to kitchen and i was a messed.so ive no choice to cleaned it up.and fcuk i broke chilli sause bottle and the sause spread all over the floor.double chore. after all the cleanup, take one tablet for flu. and the flu had gone. thought of cont to sleep but i dont feel sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;considering the fact i slept at 3 yesterday, i have to say thad i havent have enought sleep and later on going kallang to watch the soccer match.and i really need a full energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;apart of thad, yesterday sent dad to the airport.and went home at 1.bf sleep over. mum offered him cos its late to let him to get home with his bike. laff hystically at this show at star movie wif uncle,grandma and bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;im hungry!!!bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-117021344408355797?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/117021344408355797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=117021344408355797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117021344408355797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117021344408355797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/01/fcuk.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-117015260044445700</id><published>2007-01-30T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T18:23:20.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;today dad flight off to Dubai and most probably he would be back 3 or 4 month time. would miss him badly. and today i can buy one of the set from popeye's. more tasty than Kfc. you should try this and i guarantee this more much better than the one from KFC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i received a advance valentine gift from bf. a mug from cfbn. thanks. and remember to book a seat from swensen on the valentine day. 5 dishes only cost $69. worth it. only 13 and 14 of feb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;okay bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-117015260044445700?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/117015260044445700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38756760&amp;postID=117015260044445700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117015260044445700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38756760/posts/default/117015260044445700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-dad-flight-off-to-dubai-and-most.html' title=''/><author><name>honeyroc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04630772725766752061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38756760.post-117005779770896350</id><published>2007-01-29T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:03:17.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>secret of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38756760-117005779770896350?l=my-secretgraden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-secretgraden.blogspot.com/feeds/117005779770896350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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