<?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-9001580</id><updated>2011-09-01T00:08:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... welcome to my life ...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001580.post-111003747048175462</id><published>2005-03-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:48:23.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orchard Outing - 05.03.05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went out today with Zyzy and Raynie for a once-in-a-while-together outing to Orchard.. After waiting for Zyzy to come, we went to Far East Plaza to have our lunch.. I had Wanton Noodles with gravy. Ooohhh sedap I tell you.. But I can't finish it coz full already.. These days i don't eat much, hmm don't know why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then after filling up our stomachs, we went to play pool at Lucky Plaza.. No, no not that pool.. Not swimming pool.. You know that pool, as in billiard.. Hehehe.. Played for 2 hours, had lots of fun pushing those balls into those holes.. I'm not really that good at playing pool so I juz anyhow poke at those balls! And it went in! Score! Hehe.. Anyhow play lah.. Anyways we took pics for the outing so if u wanna see here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Juz click on the link below! Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeANWrJu0bsXDgw&amp;notag=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://share.shutterfly.com/osi.jsp?i=EeANWrJu0bsXDgw&amp;amp;notag=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-111003747048175462?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/111003747048175462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=111003747048175462' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/111003747048175462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/111003747048175462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2005/03/orchard-outing-050305.html' title='Orchard Outing - 05.03.05'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001580.post-110975540529189504</id><published>2005-03-02T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T17:23:25.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I LOVE C H O C O L A T E S...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 Reasons Why Chocolate Is Better Than Sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1.You can GET chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2.Chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3.You can safely have chocolate while you are driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4.You can make chocolate last as long as you want it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5.You can have chocolate even in front of your mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6.Two people of the same sex can have chocolate without being called nasty names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;7.The word "commitment" doesn't scare off chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8.You can have chocolate on top of your workbench/desk during working hours without upsetting your work mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;9.You can ask a stranger for chocolate without getting your face slapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;10.With chocolate there's no need to fake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;11.You can have chocolate at any time of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;12.You can have as many kinds of chocolate as you can handle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;13.You are never too young or too old for chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;14.When you have chocolate it does not keep your neighbors awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;15.With chocolate size doesn't matter; it's always good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And yeah i love chocolates of all shapes, flavours and sizes! Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cookies and cream, white chocolate, hazelnut chocolate preferred.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110975540529189504?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110975540529189504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110975540529189504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110975540529189504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110975540529189504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-i-love-c-h-o-c-o-l-t-e-s.html' title='Why I LOVE C H O C O L A T E S...'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110957210371570192</id><published>2005-02-28T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:44:20.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One Last - Taufik Batisah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never could imagine, life without you&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you walked into my world&lt;br /&gt;Never knew how long a loving flame could burn&lt;br /&gt;But losing you has forced me to learn&lt;br /&gt;That we can't change the way we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And every try at love never turns out right&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;One last kiss&lt;br /&gt;One last touch&lt;br /&gt;One last tender moment between us&lt;br /&gt;One last dance&lt;br /&gt;To our first song&lt;br /&gt;While pretending there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay here for a while and&lt;br /&gt;Cherish every moment we're in denial&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;It's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to take a stand at all&lt;br /&gt;I see your face again and I fall&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night there's the scent of a rose&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your perfume I suppose&lt;br /&gt;But we can't change the way we feel inside&lt;br /&gt;And every try at love never turns out right&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby if we met each other under a different sky&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then things would be much better between you and I&lt;br /&gt;We could always hold on to this one special thing we share&lt;br /&gt;But it would be too much for us to bear....&lt;br /&gt;So let's have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;It's better if we just let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;It's better if we just let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime I listen to this song, the lyrics made me think of someone I know before. Somehow, deep in my heart, I still like him. Even though he broke my heart the other time, I still like him. I can't forget him, really. But now, things have changed. He already have a girlfriend and it's quite impossible for us to get back together. I miss him. But there's nothing that I can do. So in this song, I'm asking you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One last kiss, One last touch, One last tender moment between us, One last dance to our first song, while pretending there's nothing wrong. Let's stay here for a while and cherish every moment we're in denial, we both know, It's better if we just let it go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110957210371570192?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110957210371570192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110957210371570192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110957210371570192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110957210371570192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2005/02/song-of-moment.html' title='Song of the moment...'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110896369984665152</id><published>2005-02-21T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:05:52.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duN Eva2 toY w a gal'z FiLinZ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got this from zyzy a friend, from Friendster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I decided to put it here coz I find it very inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope u got inspired too from this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedicated to all the guys who had been with me before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Read this and think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love the girl in your heart, not in your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you base your relationship on feelings, it will fail for there are ups &amp; downs in feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Girls are there to be loved, not toyed around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love her for who she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't even think about changing any bit about her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;6 billion people in this world &amp;amp; 6 billion different personalities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's special &amp; she will stay that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You change any part of her, you'll change her forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't substitute her for anyone else, they are just unique in their own ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love whole-heartedly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She sacrificed a lot for you so you'd better really treassure her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She could have just got up &amp;amp; date a so much more dashing guy in town but she chose you instead all because of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So love her guys, not play with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't just get the girl to beg you to stay or whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're with her, love her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't cause a strain in the relationship, you'll end up loving each other out of pity or charity, that's not respecting love at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Respect love the way it is &amp; everything will be the best it can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been there &amp;amp; I know how it feels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't expect perfection from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's the only one in the world &amp; she's done the best she could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like another girl while you're in a relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I think it's time you remain single for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't go around breaking girls' hearts, it's the most tragic thing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell the truth, never hide anything from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want her to tell you everything, do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't go calling other girls "honey" or "darling", how would it feel if your girl calls other guys the same way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be faithful, enough is enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Socialise only when you're single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You socialise &amp;amp; flirt around is to get the girl of your dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Get it over when she's already yours, don't ask for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It never kills to be romantic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Think, be flexible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Getting that diamond ring isn't the only gift for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Be realistic, she's human &amp; she lives life just like you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Something sweet &amp;amp; simple always get the job done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Money doesn't exist between couples, it's the love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never promise her that you'll love her forever because your forever might end the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love her as if each day is the last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet talks only apply for singles, not for attached guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do that &amp; you'll really break your girl's heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't good being too well-known too, it'll give her a sense of insecurity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember, INSECURITY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Promise her &amp;amp; make sure you never break it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Swear to her &amp; make sure you keep it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pledge your love to her &amp;amp; her alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Loving her is giving her your heart to break it but trusting her not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Instead, she'll cherish it &amp; protect it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hat's love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Give her your heart, your life, your everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lay down your life &amp;amp; prepare to die for her when the need arises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But stay strong &amp; live through another day, she can never live without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never, ever walk out of her life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She won't just cry her heart out &amp;amp; carry on living as per normal, she'd die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It her heart that you've broken, how would you ever know how she feels? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Winning a girl's heart isn't the final victory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't leave her once you've won her love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love her all the way till the end of time, love her till marriage, love her till old age, love her till death. If you can love her till the end of time, you've earned the honor &amp; respect for you've truly loved her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She chose you because she believes that you can fulfil your promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Win her heart &amp;amp; love her over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember, the girl isn't a trophy for display, she's someone to love, not to show off to your "friends". Stay humble yet proud that she's the one for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Respect her for the way she is, never despise her &amp; never mistreat her, never even think of toying with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110896369984665152?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110896369984665152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110896369984665152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110896369984665152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110896369984665152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2005/02/dun-eva2-toy-w-galz-filinz.html' title='duN Eva2 toY w a gal&apos;z FiLinZ...'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110785833797762931</id><published>2005-02-08T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:07:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the mood for love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah.. Lately I've been listening to lots of love songs on my pc.. I'm becoming more and more jiwang these days.. Hehe.. So I'm gonna share with ya'll one of my fav songs.. Here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a romantic song.. I love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ucapkanlah (Erra Fazira/ Yusry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Kadangkala ku rasa ingin luahkan segalanya&lt;br /&gt;Rahsia yang tersimpan di dada sekian lama&lt;br /&gt;Namun kelu terus membisu menatap wajah mu&lt;br /&gt;Daku malu tapi tak mahu kehilangan mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L / P : Ucapkanlah cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ucapkan ku saja yang kau perlu setiap waktu&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hayat mu&lt;br /&gt;Ucapkan kau rindu&lt;br /&gt;Daku yang kau mahu&lt;br /&gt;Yang kau cari telah kau temui&lt;br /&gt;Ku tidak tertahan lagi untuk mengaku ku cinta mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L : Dan kadangkala kita hanya sedar keindahannya&lt;br /&gt;Apabila ia sudah tiada di depan mata&lt;br /&gt;Tidak rela ku lepaskan satu-satunya insan&lt;br /&gt;Yang berikan ku segala makna kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L / P : Ucapkanlah cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ucapkan ku saja yang kau perlu setiap waktu&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hayat mu&lt;br /&gt;Ucapkan kau rindu&lt;br /&gt;Daku yang kau mahu&lt;br /&gt;Yang kau cari telah kau temui&lt;br /&gt;Ku tidak tertahan lagi untuk mengaku ku cinta mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L : Andai daku kau terima lebih dari teman biasa&lt;br /&gt;Daku kan setia tak ku benarkan kau berair mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P : Andai kau terima cinta ku&lt;br /&gt;Daku kan belaikan tangan mu&lt;br /&gt;Di penghujung waktu kau dan aku di dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L / P : Ucapkanlah cinta&lt;br /&gt;Ucapkan ku saja yang kau perlu setiap waktu&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang hayat mu&lt;br /&gt;Ucapkan kau rindu&lt;br /&gt;Daku yang kau mahu&lt;br /&gt;Yang kau cari telah kau temui&lt;br /&gt;Ku tidak tertahan lagi untuk mengaku ku cinta mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau yang ku mahu&lt;br /&gt;Ku cinta mu&lt;/em&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/9001580-110785833797762931?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110785833797762931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110785833797762931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110785833797762931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110785833797762931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-mood-for-love.html' title='In the mood for love...'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110776251875107749</id><published>2005-02-07T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:12:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same old brand new me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been a long time since I last blogged huh.. Hehe.. Well I doubt not many people dropped by here to take a peek though.. Anyway, I was too busy with work lately and don't have the time to sit in front of my pc for timeless hours.. Furthermore this stupid pc of mine have some probs with its Internet connection.. It keeps closing the Internet whenever I open a page.. Sheesh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On to other things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I finally got over Azhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep the bloody idiot who made me lost over a ton of tears over the last few months. Somehow I got to realize that he's not cut out to be with me.. He's not &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; cute anyway.. (i know, i know I'm in denial.. so what?) But I can't deny that I still look at him whenever I saw him at work.. I tried smiling at him but no response from him so I don't want to keep on trying. What for? You want to make peace with the guy but he doesn't want to. So why bother? It's not like I owe him anything.. In fact, &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; owes me something.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I'm gonna quit my job this coming 13 Feb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I'm really gonna miss everyone I know at Carrefour!! Sometimes, it's not the salary that makes u like your job.. For me, it's the place itself. It's the environment that I have grown to love over the past 1 year 3 months I've been there. It's the people whom I met there that makes me so comfortable working there.. I wish I could stay but it would be a waste if i can't make use of my Diploma. A cashier don't need to a Diploma holder alright? A lot of things happen to me there.. A hell lot of things.. The good, the bad, the sweet, the unforgettable.. How I'm gonna miss my friends there.. Some of them helped me get through the problems I had with a certain someone and I really appreciate their help and their time to get me through my probs.. Thanx guys.. You know who you are right..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I found a new friend... a guy friend some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep.. hehe I always say to myself. Don't worry, if 1 guy leaves you, 10 guys will come at the click of a finger.. Well in my case, only 1 came.. Good enough right.. Better than none.. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's just a friend of mine, nothing special... yet. I knew him when he was in Carrefour. Yep, was. He left juz after 2 weeks of work and he says he finds it "boring" working there. Whatever dearie.. He's a nice guy, at least he's nice to me. I love guys who have a sense of humour in them, I juz love it coz u won't be bored when you're with them. Something is bound to happen. But his sense of humour is quite crude.. In other words, he can be dirty sometimes.. But I like it that way.. Heheh.. I can be evil if I want to k.. Haha.. I juz like being with him.. I guess he can be my best friend though, that's the 2nd best thing since he can't be a boyfriend.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- I &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;LOVE my Backstreets!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah! Hehe.. I'm sure all my friends would be bored of hearing me say this but I'm gonna say it anyway.. I LOVE MY BACKSTREET BOYS AND NO ONE CAN MAKE ME DISLIKE THEM. ABSOLUTELY NO ONE. NOT EVEN NICK CARTER! Haha.. I'm still crazy over these 5 guys even after 8 years of listening to the same songs over and over and over again everyday.. Haiz.. Maybe this is what they say true love.. Haha.. true love.. yeah right.. I'm still waiting for their new CD which they promised about 2 yrs ago! Talk about being a true fan huh.. Wanna know more about my obsession? Come to my house and I'll show you what I mean.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow.. such a long entry.. Running out of ideas of what to write now.. Ok I'll leave you with a quote taken from the song Rise and Fall from Craig David feat Sting.. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes in life you feel the fight is over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it seems as though the writings on the wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Superstar you finally made it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But once your picture becomes tainted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's what they call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rise and fall...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110776251875107749?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110776251875107749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110776251875107749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110776251875107749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110776251875107749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2005/02/same-old-brand-new-me.html' title='Same old brand new me...'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110571318960931098</id><published>2005-01-14T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:15:41.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show me the meaning of being lonely...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you could see the tears in the world you left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If only you could hear my heart just one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And even when I close my eyes, there's an image of your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And once again I come to realise, you're a loss I can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soledad, it's a keeping for the lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since the day that you were gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did you leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soledad, in my heart you were the only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And your memory lives on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why did you leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soledad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Soledad - Westlife *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still can't get over him.. In fact, I miss him more as days pass by.. It's been 2 weeks since he left me but I'm still trying to find an answer from him.. An explaination as to why he did this to me.. I'm not asking for a patch up, I know that's impossible.. I gotta be realistic about this.. But at least, I have the right to know what exactly happened between us.. I mean he can't come to me as and when he likes it.. He came to me for a reason and I want to know the reason why he left me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I difficult to deal with? Am I too good for you? If I am, then why did you approach me in the 1st place? If I am difficult, why didn't u scold me and say that I'm difficult? Why...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Azhar, I miss you.. I miss holding hands with you.. I miss getting kisses from you.. I miss hugging you.. I miss being with you.. I miss your voice.. I miss your jokes.. I miss you damn it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been trying very hard, trying to get your attention, trying to talk to you and it hurts me so when you totally ignore me.. Please don't treat me like this.. I can't take it.. I've cried a river the day you broke my heart and now there's no more tears in me to replace the ones I lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you really don't like me anymore, don't love me anymore, don't miss me anymore, at least please treat me like a normal friend, just like as you would others.. Jangan lah awak diamkan diri aje terhadap kita.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indah terasa bila cinta tercipta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memadu kasih janji bersama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bersama-sama melafaz kata cinta&lt;br /&gt;Gurau senda dan tawa berdua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tapi kini semuanya kenangan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kau pergi tanpa pesan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mana janjimu yang kau lafazkan dulu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup dan matimu bersamaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rela kau pegi walau hati disakiti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarkanlah aku sendiri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airmata menjadi penawar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akanku simpan semua jadi kenangan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pergilah kasih, pergilah sayang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinggalkan aku (pergilah sayang)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Biarkan saja kenangan berlalu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antara kau dan aku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pergilah sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Ella &amp;amp; Korie - Pergilah Sayang*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/9001580-110571318960931098?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110571318960931098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110571318960931098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110571318960931098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110571318960931098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2005/01/show-me-meaning-of-being-lonely.html' title='Show me the meaning of being lonely...'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110471259471878461</id><published>2005-01-03T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:22:40.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories are made of these..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though he is no longer with me, he will always be in my thoughts.. And so I decided to type out all the smses he ever gave me for keepsake so that I can relish back the moments we had together even though they were short lived..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in memory of our relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms received by him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Minta ampun minta maaf dari hujung rambut ke hujung kaki.. I'm a bad bf, a lousy one, sori syg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Aww, imagine nick singing dat to u.. holding ur hand, watching the sunset, at the beach, cold breeze.. lalala, n i cum punch him n sing to u pulak.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gotcha! haha, oh cd nick pecah risau, kiter ckp kiter penat uat bodo. hehe, ni mcm punya org pun ada. muah, luv ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Aww, i miss u too darling! MUACKS! thousand kisses to u! go rest dear k! luv ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dah tdo syg? hehe.. nytez.. sweet baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hah, sum people jz born lucky, wat the hell, make me so jealous but me lucky too, me hv u! hehe muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Me reali luv ya.. sweet dreamz nyte2 syg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Haha, secret admirer konon. lu bole rilek sudah doke. hehe, luv u dear, btw me da kat ct hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nk demm eh syg, k boleh, gi rest k dear, me nw ngah siap2 nk alik.. luv u dear! muah, a peck to mk u beta.. dada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* K, guess both o us beta get a rest k.. me stil over the moon bout 2dae, meet ibu, first tym go gal hse, first tym sound gal face 2 face, n feel so loved! i luv u loads, sweet dreamz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It hurts reading dat, i truly luv u.. It wil be done, i'll get it dun..&lt;br /&gt;:( sori syg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Jealous tandanye sayang doke.. hehe, dear im reali fallin in luv wit u more n more n i hv yet to get an ans frm u, hehe, tu pasal kiter nervous ti mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* It feelz gd when sum1 miss u, it feelz special when sum1 rememberz u, but it feelz wonderful when sum1 neva 4getz u, LuV Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* :) if we true to each other i dun c y der isnt a possibility 4 us to b 2gether 4eva.. im in luv wit sum1 sweet n special n i feel tis is a beginin to a beatiful relationship.. luv u sayang.. reali do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;( i really feel so sad everytime i read this msg.. i thought he meant wat he said..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Awak, memang pelik sal tetiba kita dua begini pi kiter tau biler kita sayang seseorang.. :) gud nyte sayang, muack! luv ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Kiter nk tanyer.. awak sudi? jadi teman hidup azhar... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Hehe.. :) kiter tertarik ar dengan lemah lembut awak, cara awak melayan kiter, iyer kiter sukakan awak, pi kiter tau kiter ni tonggang tebalik, tepuk sebelah tangan tk bebunyi shikin.. shikin lak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Gud nyte syikin.. c u at werk.. :) 'Azhar'... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(He's first msg to me ever..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Azhar, if u ever come to this page, I juz wanna let u know that I care for you and even if we are not meant for each other, I hope we can still be friends like before. Thanx for the nice times u've given me and I'll cherish those moments spending with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SIMPLE BYE MAKE U CRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SIMPLE JOKE MAKE U LAUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SIMPLE CARE MAKES U FALL IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SIMPLE TOUCH MAKES U FEEL BETTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I HOPE MY SIMPLE PRESENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;MAKES U SMILE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110471259471878461?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110471259471878461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110471259471878461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110471259471878461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110471259471878461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2005/01/memories-are-made-of-these.html' title='Memories are made of these..'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001580.post-110438187448357565</id><published>2004-12-30T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:21:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for my happy ending, meraung buat kali kedua..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have known from the start.. He didn't love me at all.. It was all lies.. All freaking lies.. How could he do this to me? How could he have the heart to do all this to me? He knew that I'm the soft type, why must he crush my heart to bits and pieces? Why can't he be truthful towards me and tell me that he's juz playing around with me? Why give me hope? Why give me false love? Why? Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have known from the time that he say he can't use his hp anymore.. I believed him when he say he can't use his hp becoz he didn't pay his bills. I believed him when he say he wants to help his aunt paint the house. I believed him when he say he don't have money in his ezlink card to send me home. I freaking believe him all that he said. In the end, all my efforts are wasted on him.. He played me out, he played me out real good.. In my previous post, I was right. He didn't have time for another addition to his life - me. He was too busy with his other friends to be with me. If he was given a choice, he would rather choose his friends rather than me. His friends who nearly destroyed him. I don't know what's up with this freaking guy. One time he was smooching me, the next kicking me out like I was some freaking rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to Siddiq's bbq/chalet yesterday at Costa Sands at Pasir Ris. I went there juz because I wanted to see him coz I haven't seen him for a few days. And guess what, he didn't even greet me! He greeted Nadia who was juz next to me and he freaking ignored me completely like I wasn't there! Pretty obvious ain't it? I gave him some time and waited for him to come to me and said hi but he didn't. He went around the house, half naked doing his own stuff, walked here walked there.. And he didn't even want to see me.. What's more surprising is his friends greeted me.. At that moment, I knew surely there must be something wrong so I went in and tapped his shoulder to ask him out. I waited outside and he didn't came out. Then when I came in again, he was already drunk.. What can I do? He promised me he won't drink on that day but he did. He jolly well did freaking drink and got freaking drunk.. Azhar why did you do this to me? I never scolded u before and I won't scold u even if u want to drink.. Go ahead and drink for all I care but why must u lie to me? Why Azhar?? &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;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then Siddiq call all of us in to sing him Happy birthday and see him cut his cake.. I didn't go in, I stayed at the door instead. After singing, then suddenly Azhar started vomitting coz he drank too much.. At that time, I juz cannot take it anymore and ran away from there to the other corner, sat down and cried out.. He was in such a sorry state and I can't bear to see him like that.. I felt pity for him and my heart goes out to him. But he didn't know that I still cared for him. Farzi was the first to notice me run away, and when he say "What happen Shikin?" I juz broke down and cry my heart out.. He called Nadia over and she consoled me.. She knew what happen and she juz sat there with me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our stead is the same as our break up - sudden. So now I know, sudden stead = sudden break up. I don't even know the reason why he broke up with me.. Why must he freaking break up with me? Why? Dear why must u do this to me dear? I miss u a lot, I love u lot, I care u a lot, why must u leave me like that? I hate being left alone like that, I'd rather u break up with me straight up in my face rather than behind my back.. &lt;strong&gt;I rela u buang I, tapi kenapa u buang I mcm gini? U are no different from Sofian coz he did the same freaking thing to me and now u also. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart is breaking, my mind is whirling around in my head. Why must all the guys do this to me? If u want to play around with me, could u please juz freaking tell me!! I can play around with u too.. No problem on that.. I'm tired of typing now.. I have lots to tell but I'm juz too tired to do it now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After what Azhar did to me, I promised myself that I won't have anymore boyfriends unless he really really meant it. If I don't get married also, it's fine with me. It's just my luck. Kalau aku tak kahwin pon takpe. Aku lebih rela tak kahwin daripada ditipu oleh jantan2 ni semua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110438187448357565?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110438187448357565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110438187448357565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110438187448357565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110438187448357565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/12/so-much-for-my-happy-ending-meraung.html' title='So much for my happy ending, meraung buat kali kedua..'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110379346939027493</id><published>2004-12-23T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:25:45.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Azhar very much..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been at least a week since he last sms-ed or called me.. I miss his smses and hearing his voice through the speakers of my handphone.. Miss laughing at his jokes even if the jokes are stupid.. Miss going out with him, holding hands, him hugging me, giving me small pecks on the cheeks.. It's not that he forgotten about me.. He told me he can't use his handphone for the moment and he doesn't have any other means to contact me.. Furthermore, he's busy with school now.. So now he's doubly busy, with school and with work.. So I wonder, if he can manage with another addition to his already busy schedule - me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to say this but I'll try my best to say what I wanna say.. To be really honest, I didn't like him at the beginning. I don't even have a crush on him.. I just treat him like a normal friend, like any other guy I've seen at my workplace, nothing special really.. But lately, I noticed that he liked to talk to me.. Before we got together, out of the blue, he will call my name and when I ask what he wants, he says nothing just feel like calling.. Maybe that's his way of getting my attention, only I didn't notice it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after one fateful Hari Raya outing with my Carrefour friends, everything changes.. My feelings towards him drastically change.. It started from the time when Farzi went to pick him up at Tampines, to the moment he stepped into the van, to the moment he sat beside me, to the moment he let me lay my head on his shoulders, my heart totally flipped and I started to like him and eventually kinda love him.. Come to think of it, it's a very funny way to fall in love with someone but you know what, things just happened and for me that's what happened.. I don't know what it is that makes me attracted to him.. But I know that he's a nice guy. He gave me lots of loving smses.. In a way, he's a charming prince in disguise.. He may not look charming on the outside but on the inside you'll never know unless u know him very very well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the sms that he gave me reads:&lt;br /&gt;"Kiter nak tanyer, awak sudi? jadi teman hidup azhar... :) "&lt;br /&gt;That is the sweetest thing he ever ask me and guess what I replied..&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau kita tak suka kat awak, kita kasi ke awak pegang kita?"&lt;br /&gt;which means I accept him! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;But the sweetest thing he ever done for me is this:&lt;br /&gt;Went to my house, with his heart beating very fast and hands shivering, asked me out to go to Suntec City.. Took me to the top of Suntec, sat in a sort of garden, took my hands and said face to face, "Kita sayang awak.. Awak sudi jadi teman hidup kita?" .. and kissed me for what feels like 5 mins.. I virtually melted there and then.. I said I accept you and he kiss me again.. I love that moment.. Wish I can have it again.. hehe.. Took him a lot of balls, erm should I say guts, to say that to me.. Then he sent me home feeling really happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S WHY I MISS HIM SO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110379346939027493?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110379346939027493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110379346939027493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110379346939027493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110379346939027493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/12/missing-azhar-very-much.html' title='Missing Azhar very much..'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9001580.post-110378164250450752</id><published>2004-12-23T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T14:00:42.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New layout... again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yay!! I got a new layout! hehe.. actually it's still the same, only that I change the pic above to a bsb pic! haha.. finally i got a bsb layout! hehe.. so happy, I made that pic myself u know.. nice huh... hope ya like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110378164250450752?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110378164250450752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110378164250450752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110378164250450752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110378164250450752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-layout-again.html' title='New layout... again!'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110324997625742440</id><published>2004-12-17T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:27:57.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Singapore Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though THE Singapore Idol is Taufik Batisah, my Singapore Idol will always be Sylvester "Sly" Sim.. Cos he's soo cute! Hehe... Go Sly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2666/320/sylvester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2666/400/sylvester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Singapore Idol - Sylvester "Sly" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. But come to think of it.. I like &lt;strong&gt;Taufik Batisah&lt;/strong&gt; more now! Heheh.. Sorry Sly! Luv ya Taufik!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110324997625742440?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110324997625742440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110324997625742440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110324997625742440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110324997625742440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-singapore-idol.html' title='My Singapore Idol'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110300095226597380</id><published>2004-12-14T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:29:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Mr Nickolas Carter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh my god.... Now u tell me why can't I be crazy about this guy..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He looks absolutely gorgeous... I luv his hair... hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Nicky.. I love you.. Really.. *melts looking at Nicky*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2666/320/nickolas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2666/400/nickolas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/9001580-110300095226597380?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110300095226597380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110300095226597380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110300095226597380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110300095226597380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/12/introducing-mr-nickolas-carter.html' title='Introducing Mr Nickolas Carter...'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110269711787886616</id><published>2004-12-11T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:30:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song dedicated to my lovable Azhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This song is dedicated to the boy whom I suddenly like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is for you.. It describes how I feel about you now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soal Hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau hanya wajah biasa di mataku&lt;br /&gt;Pasti lenyap sederas tibamu&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu aku memikirkan mu selalu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tiba pada waktu tak terduga&lt;br /&gt;Dalam mimpi dan di dalam jaga&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga aku bukan diriku yang dulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalnya hati, sukar di mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Apa terjadi di luar kawalan diri&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa sejak bersua&lt;br /&gt;Aku dilanda resah&lt;br /&gt;Kau mewarnai mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;Ku dalam igauan rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau yang biasa kini istimewa&lt;br /&gt;Engkau membuat hidupku berubah&lt;br /&gt;Yang ku cari-cari selama ini&lt;br /&gt;Telah ku temui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soalnya hati, sukar di mengerti&lt;br /&gt;Apa terjadi di luar kawalan diri&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa sejak bersua&lt;br /&gt;Aku dilanda resah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau mewarnai mimpiku&lt;br /&gt;Ku dalam igauan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa terjadi di luar kawalan diri&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa sejak bersua&lt;br /&gt;Aku dilanda resah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau mewarnai hidup ku&lt;br /&gt;Ku dalam igauan (ku dalam igauan)&lt;br /&gt;Ku dalam igauan (ku dalam igauan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope ya like it!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe... :)&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/9001580-110269711787886616?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110269711787886616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110269711787886616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110269711787886616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110269711787886616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/12/song-dedicated-to-my-lovable-azhar.html' title='Song dedicated to my lovable Azhar...'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110229798473791095</id><published>2004-12-06T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:31:42.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi!! Been a long time since I updated this blog... Doesn't seem to have anything interesting to add on huh.. Well.. this isn't exactly the layout that I wanted it to be.. I wanted a Backstreet layout but after a few tries I give up configuring the layout coz I'm not familiar with this Blogger thingy.. It's much harder than doing a website.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. now I lost my Johhny Depp to this blueish layout... Johnny.. where are you?? Hehe.. Ok I got to go now.. Going out soon with my family.. So see ya laterz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I have something meaningful to write down, I'll share it with ya ok? Hehe... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110229798473791095?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110229798473791095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110229798473791095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110229798473791095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110229798473791095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-layout.html' title='new layout!'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110053403748458270</id><published>2004-11-15T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:33:21.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is the 2nd day of Hari Raya and it turns out to be a more tiring day compared to yesterday.. Me and my family went to only 3 houses yesterday: my grandma's house in the morning, granpa's house in the afternoon and my uncle's house in the evening.. So yesterday wasn't so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get some green packets though, mostly from my grandparents and uncles and aunties.. At 1st they say, I working already cannot get money, but then they say never mind lah as long as I haven't yet married they still give.. It was fun going out Raya together.. We move around visiting relatives in 4 cars! Just imagine the number of people we had.. But I guess my youngest sis and her nieces &amp; nephews enjoyed Raya the most.. Since there were 4 cars, they get to change cars everytime we wanted to go to another house.. How nice it will be if I were given the chance to be a kid again.. I would have a lot of fun playing and not having a care about anything at all.. I wouldn't have to think about "grown up" things then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, back to topic.. Oh ya, today was a tired day.. We went out at 11am and came back at 10pm.. I think we went to about 5-6 houses or so.. I'm not sure but I do know that in every house I went to, I get to catch forty winks for a while.. Don't know why I feel so tired.. Haiz, and I have to go back to work tomorrow! Morning shift some more.. Hmm, still thinking whether to go work or to take mc.. hehe.. ok lah nothing much happened so there's really nothing much to tell.. Anyway, I feel sleepy already, gonna go to bed now.. BYE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110053403748458270?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110053403748458270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110053403748458270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110053403748458270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110053403748458270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/11/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya!'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110036228038762120</id><published>2004-11-14T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:37:48.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about Sofian..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I juz finish looking at my fren's blog (Nadia) and I must say that it's a nice little cosy place.. And as I started reading through her articles, she sure got a lot of pics in there.. and as they say, a picture's worth a thousand words.. From those pics, I can tell that she's a very happy gal coz she got a lot of frens who are close to her and furthermore she even have a loving boyfren.. I envy her.. Not jealous, just plain envy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I too used to have a boyfren.. Yeah, used to. We broke up just last month and I got to admit I still keep thinking about him and I miss him a lot, damn a lot.. Why he suddenly left me, that's still the question.. Till this day, I don't know why.. I had a very memorable time when I was with him though.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I remembered our 1st month anniversary.. What we did, where we went, what we ate, eveything.. Everything is still fresh in my mind, like it happened juz yesterday.. I finished work at 6pm that day and he came to my workplace to pick me up. By the way, we worked at the same place so I get to see him everyday.. And then, I had basic theory test for my driving lesson at Comfort Centre.. He waited 1 hour for me there without even complaining anything.. At around 8pm, as we were walking back to Eunos mrt, he asked me where I want to go to eat.. I said any place is fine with me but he said since it's our anniversary he wanted to bring me to a special place.. And guess what, he chose Swensens.. I was quite surprised he chose that place coz I know that place is a tad expensive for me.. I really dun mind if we juz went to a kopitiam or something like that.. But he insisted on bringing me to Swensens.. He said, "Alah sayang, nari kan anniversary kita.. Mestilah I nak bawak you kat tempat special.." And so we settled on the Swensens beside Tampines mrt.. It was my first and only time going to Swensens and it's such a nice feeling having someone bringing you to a place like that on a special occasion.. I ordered fish &amp;amp; chips and he ordered baked pasta or rice, I'm not sure.. And he ordered a lot of other things too including desserts.. And the whole bill came up to $65.00! That's quite steep isn't it? I wanted to offer to pay half but he said never mind he can settle it.. After eating, he sent me home right up to my lift void deck.. We say our goodbyes and he kissed me on both cheeks.. I tell you it's like heaven getting a kiss from him.. Sighs.. I miss him very very much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME ALONE DAMNIT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with him for only 2 1/2 months.. Others might think that it's a short while, I can easily forget him.. Well, they are very wrong.. I still think about him and I still like him.. Maybe I've lost my love for him but if he were to come back to me, I can love him again.. There's something about this guy that I juz can't forget.. He's not my 1st boyfren anyway.. Usually, when I broke up with a guy, I could forget him and get on with my life and find another.. But not with this guy.. I don't know why either.. What is it that makes me so attracted to him anyway? Probably because he's the only guy who made the effort to make me happy everytime we're together and at least he tried to love me.. I know he loved me once, if he didn't he wouldn't even want to be with me in the 1st place.. Or is it because he's juz way too cute for me that I can't resist him..? Hmm.. but come to think of it he's not &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;cute anyway.. I don't know.. Maybe because of the wonderful memories that we shared, that's why I miss him very much and I can't forget him.. To make things worse, I have to see him everyday because we worked at the same place.. I have to pass by his department to go down to my department via the cargo lift.. Now u tell me how can I forget him..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now we didn't talk to each other anymore and that makes me feel worse.. It's not that I don't wanna talk to him, it's him who don't wanna talk to me.. Either it's because he feel guilty leaving me like that or he simply had a change of heart and doesn't love me anymore.. It's amazing how some people can change their feelings overnight huh.. Ok enough of talking about him.. The more I talk, the more I will think of him.. I'll go get some rest and try not to think of him too much or else I'll go crazy.. literally.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9001580-110036228038762120?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110036228038762120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110036228038762120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110036228038762120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110036228038762120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/11/thinking-about-sofian.html' title='Thinking about Sofian..'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110036407104621000</id><published>2004-11-14T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:39:24.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a song for Sofian..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This song is dedicated to my ex guy, Sofian, if he ever tumbled across this page.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is for you dear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meraung - Newboyz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menggigil tubuh ini&lt;br /&gt;Melihat kau bersamanya&lt;br /&gt;Tergamam aku tak terkata&lt;br /&gt;Meraung di jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puas ku pertahankan&lt;br /&gt;Cinta kita sejak dulu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayang&lt;br /&gt;Sikit pun tidak&lt;br /&gt;Menghargai cintaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( korus )&lt;br /&gt;Sia-sia saja&lt;br /&gt;Pengorbanan dan kesetiaanku ini&lt;br /&gt;Ku sangka kau permata&lt;br /&gt;Rupanya duri paling berbisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku pasrah dan berdoa&lt;br /&gt;Semoga tabah jiwaku&lt;br /&gt;Oh... tetapi bagaimana&lt;br /&gt;Nak ku bawa&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa yang siksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ke mana arah hendak ku tuju&lt;br /&gt;Bila hatiku rindu padamu&lt;br /&gt;Hendakku cari tapi tak guna&lt;br /&gt;Kau bahagia dengan si dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikamar sepi aku termenung&lt;br /&gt;Terbayang bayang kenangan kita&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ku sangka kau&lt;br /&gt;Tergamak pergi&lt;br /&gt;Saat ku masih perlukan mu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ulang korus )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...ah...ah...&lt;br /&gt;Ah...ah...ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meraung di jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Apalah daya kiranya&lt;br /&gt;Orang dah benci&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...ah...ah...&lt;br /&gt;Ah...ah...ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meraung di jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak pernah ku benci&lt;br /&gt;Dirimu sayang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so u know dear, I never hated u..&lt;br /&gt;In fact I still love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/9001580-110036407104621000?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110036407104621000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110036407104621000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110036407104621000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110036407104621000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/11/song-for-sofian.html' title='a song for Sofian..'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</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-9001580.post-110004434719467545</id><published>2004-11-10T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T21:40:08.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How do you like my layout? Pretty ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;I love this guy man.. He look so sexy... hehe.. never thought a pirate could be this sexy.. I love his eyes, can't stop staring at them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... So much for my fantasy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the 1st time I'm blogging, might as well intro myself here..&lt;br /&gt;Aite here goes..&lt;br /&gt;name Shikin&lt;br /&gt;how old 21&lt;br /&gt;working Carrefour Singapore&lt;br /&gt;likes guys.. hehe obviously.. surfing Net, music, boybands...&lt;br /&gt;luvs &lt;strong&gt;Backstreet Boys, Nickolas Carter, Johnny Depp&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. in my dream world again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say so as time goes by, u'll get to know more about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at writing things up coz I don't have anything to write about.. Hmm mayb when I have material, I'll write it down aite...&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/9001580-110004434719467545?l=keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/feeds/110004434719467545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9001580&amp;postID=110004434719467545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110004434719467545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9001580/posts/default/110004434719467545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keepingthepridealive.blogspot.com/2004/11/random-ramblings.html' title='random ramblings...'/><author><name>Nurashikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14703340778198439417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
